My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 150

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Pan Xia didn't care what Wan Xu was thinking. She let out a snort. "She can't have kids herself and turns around to say you're the one with the problem? No way. I think she's just guilty and trying to shift the blame onto you!"

Her son frowned and glanced at Wan Xu. "How could I be the one with the problem?"

Wan Xu looked at her husband and, for once, talked back. "I've been to so many doctors, and not once has anything ever come up."

Pan Xia's son wasn't stupid. Of course he understood what that meant—Wan Xu was implying he was the one with the issue. And as a man, how could he ever admit to that? His face instantly soured.

"Tch. Just because you don't admit it doesn't mean it's not true. Instead of wasting time denying it, why don't you go get checked?" Jiang Yiqing casually shattered the little pride this man was trying so hard to protect.

"Who are you and what nonsense are you spouting?" Pan Xia's son finally noticed Jiang Yiqing, frowned, and said, "You're not even a doctor. Talking like you know everything. How is this kind of livestream still online? I'm reporting you."

Before Jiang Yiqing could even respond, a particularly eye-catching comment lit up the screen:

"Judging from this man's face, he does have reproductive issues. I recommend a thorough check-up at the hospital."

Pan Xia's son didn't see who had posted it—just the content. His face went dark. "Now even keyboard warriors online think they can diagnose people through a screen? You're the one with the problem!"

The comment section exploded in laughter.

"OMG, I bet that old man never thought he'd be called a keyboard warrior in his life."

"Bro, maybe check the guy's verified badge before clapping back."

"Tsk tsk. One of the most famous TCM doctors in China just gave you a free consultation. You should be thanking him."

"I'm dying, but I bet he's not laughing. Getting called out like that in front of thousands of people."

"Hehe, my grandpa logged in with his main account. He didn't want to say more, but he told me to pass on this message: if this guy keeps avoiding treatment, he might miss the window to get cured. Especially since he's already thirty—drag it out a few more years, and it'll be too late."

Pan Xia's son saw the new comment and then checked who had posted the one saying he had a problem—sure enough, a shiny gold verified badge was next to the name. His eyes rolled back and he nearly passed out.

A legit TCM master... in someone else's livestream, no less... calling him out in front of everyone?

Little did he know, the master hadn't even wanted to say it out loud. But this mother and son duo were too much—ganging up on Wan Xu and pushing all the blame onto her.

At first, the guy had been tactful—just pointed out that since Wan Xu had no issues, then the problem obviously wasn't on her.

But the two of them were too stubborn, so he had no choice but to lay it out bluntly.

He was doing it for the guy's own good, honestly. He needed to warn him—denial wouldn't solve anything. Better to face the issue than to cling to his pride.

But clearly, Pan Xia's son didn't appreciate the good intentions. He was fuming, feeling completely humiliated.

Still, what could he even do? No way he could prove on the spot that everything was fine, right?

So he just kept repeating the same lines over and over, "Lies! I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me! You're all full of crap!"

Jiang Yiqing watched his dazed, almost unhinged reaction and silently shook his head. As hard as this was to accept... was it really enough to drive someone insane?

Right then, a few more comments stood out on the screen:

"I knew he looked familiar! He hit on me this morning at work—super gross. I didn't even wanna bring it up."

"Whoa, he messaged me all these flirty texts just yesterday after work. I can't believe it. Is he the kind who tries to hit on every woman he sees?"

"Tch, what is he, a horny little poodle or something? Can't even perform, but still dying to act like one."

Wan Xu's eyes flickered as she read that bullet comment. All this time, she'd been numbing herself, convincing herself—just like her husband always said—that she just needed to endure it and things would get better.

Because she remembered the way he used to treat her. Back when they were in love, he always protected her, never let her suffer a single bit.

She thought that would last a lifetime. But she never imagined how quickly someone could change. In just a few short years, the man who once loved her deeply had become a complete stranger.

She hadn't pushed back against her mother-in-law because she had a good temper—it was because she didn't want to put her husband in a tough spot.

But now, her heart was completely frozen over. This mother and son, all they cared about was dumping the blame on her. As if, by pinning the childlessness on her, they'd solved everything—never once considering how she might feel.

What stung even more was realizing that her husband had been harassing other women at work. In that instant, every last shred of affection she had for him disappeared.

She stared coldly at her husband, who had gotten so worked up he'd disconnected from the livestream and was now repeating the same lines over and over. And at her mother-in-law, still spewing filth nonstop. Lowering her gaze, she clenched her fingers, exhaled, and said, "Let's get a divorce."

Pan Xia's son froze, staring at his usually mild-tempered wife in disbelief. "What did you say?"

"I said let's get a divorce," Wan Xu repeated. "Since you and your mother both believe I'm the problem, that I'm the sinner because I can't have a child, then let's just end it."

"You've lost your mind!" he shouted. He had never—not even once—thought she would be the one to bring up divorce.

Wan Xu didn't respond. She was calm—calmer than she'd ever been. And she knew exactly what she was saying.

Pan Xia couldn't believe it either. When she heard Wan Xu wanted to divorce her son, she was stunned at first, then immediately flew into a rage. "You think you're hot stuff now, huh? Let me tell you something—if anyone's gonna call for divorce, it should be my son, not you!"

Wan Xu had reached the limit of her disgust for this woman. In her eyes, only her son was human—everyone else might as well be furniture.

Even divorce, apparently, could only be his decision. Absolutely ridiculous.

Seeing that Wan Xu didn't reply, Pan Xia snorted, then grabbed her son's arm and said, "Son, fine! Let her go. We'll divorce her, and I'll find you someone who can give you a son!"

Her son frowned and didn't say a word. But the moment Wan Xu mentioned divorce, a sliver of regret flashed through him. Like a switch had been flipped, he suddenly saw everything he'd done—and how ugly it all was.

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