Chapter 178: Chapter 161: I Asked What You Wished For—This Isn’t a Mediation Hall!

The middle-aged woman holding an incense stick watched the scene with no emotional fluctuation on her face.

Although she didn’t make a wish, she remained standing there, motionless.

Seeing this scene, even some neutral viewers in the live stream became angry.

"Seriously, is this woman’s heart made of stone, can’t it be warmed?"

"That’s her father, couldn’t she at least go and support him?"

"I swear, this is just the cruel heart of a woman, ignoring even her own father. How can we expect her to contribute to the country and society?"

"Even the god of ancestors shouldn’t hesitate, just strike her down with lightning."

Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly at Ning An, then stepped forward to support the old man.

The old man’s eyes were filled with tears as he kept calling out his daughter’s name, slurring his words: "Jiu’Er, Jiu’Er..."

However.

Even so, the middle-aged woman continued calmly offering incense and wishing, before slowly turning around.

Seeing her eyes, Ning An cursed inwardly.

Previously, the woman’s eyes were only cold and indifferent, but now they were filled with murderous intent, with even a hint of red.

"Child, listen to Auntie’s advice, there’s no grudge between a father and daughter."

"Yeah, go and help your dad. Can’t you just talk it out if something’s bothering you?"

"You see, why are you so stubborn? It’s as if your dad is your mortal enemy. Anyway, he raised you and never let you go hungry."

"One must have a conscience. We can’t tolerate an ungrateful person. Apologize to your dad and support him well. What’s there that can’t be solved?"

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the onlookers, too, began to offer kind advice.

Even so, the middle-aged woman remained stubbornly standing in place, clenching her fists tightly, her face tense, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Initially, Ning An thought it was simply a case of an ungrateful daughter.

But now, he realized something was amiss.

The next moment, this feeling of wrongness became substantial.

"Jiu’Er, if you must, hit me, slap me, I’ll let you slap my face."

"If you still refuse to forgive me, I’ll kneel down for you... kneel down..."

Suddenly, the old man broke free from the helping hands and fell to the ground.

His face showed a look of fear of being blamed, appearing humble and fragile.

Everyone was shocked, rushing forward to help: "Get up, there’s no reason for a father to kneel before a woman..."

The old man rolled on the ground, crying like rain: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s this useless old man causing trouble for the child. I’ll die now, I should just die..."

The middle-aged woman trembled with anger.

Not to mention what he’s done, with this incident being widely reported, could she still live on?

As expected, the onlookers frowned deeply, looking at her unpleasantly, wanting to say something.

With a face full of disgust, she moved like a dragon and tiger, seizing the opportunity, and indeed took action, lifting him by the shoulders as if uprooting a plant.

"To live uprightly and openly on this land, our ancestors and countless revolutionary forerunners selflessly sacrificed themselves, countless lands stained with blood, to give us the happiness we have today."

"We were born and raised under the flag, how could you kneel just like that?!"

No one could refuse such a passionate speech.

Not even an elderly man!

He looked baffled, being lifted up in a daze, full of bewilderment as he looked at his daughter.

He felt a bit uneasy, unsure of what his daughter was up to.

No matter what, the old man stood up, unharmed. Ning An quickly handed over a stool, and Wang Sheng helped the old man sit down.

But she was still just as stubborn. Even though she lifted the old man, she refused to stay close to him, trying to stand as far away as possible, unable to hide the disgust and anger in her eyes.

The reporter behind the old man, feeling heated, couldn’t suppress the urge to become famous, repeatedly pressing the shutter, capturing the moment.

Another reporter stepped forward and pressed her: "He’s your father, not your enemy!"

"Are you planning to kill him? He raised you, and this is how you treat him?"

The middle-aged woman’s expression, already filled with disdain, slowly twisted.

In a mix of grief and anger, she pointed at the old man and cursed: "Are you saying this old man raised me? What did he raise me with? Did he feed me? Did he give me drinks?!"

After roaring, her anger remained: "Why don’t you ask how this old man treated me before?"

"And you, stop pretending to be noble. Isn’t it just that you want me to falsely agree to support him, so you can be satisfied, leave, and give me some money later?"

"I’m telling you, it’s impossible! Not even pretending. Just thinking about him makes me sick, nauseous, wishing I could tear his face apart!"

She continued to rant at the reporter and old man, her chest heaving violently, her emotions in turmoil.

Because she hadn’t started wishing, Ning An couldn’t predict with foresight as usual.

But the old man’s deep-seated satisfaction and the middle-aged woman’s grievance made Ning An frown.

There were also quite a few bystanders who remained neutral, but they were all bewildered by the old man’s ground-shattering kneel, missing these small details.

While sympathizing with the old man, they heard the daughter’s outburst and their sense of justice soared.

"Sister, that’s your father, and you call him that? Do you have children? Would it be okay if they called you an old wretch too?"

"Luckily my son isn’t like you. Mischievous as he is, he still calls me mom. If I had a child like you, I’d beat him to death."

"No matter what happened, he’s your dad. Do you really want him to die? Will you be satisfied only when he’s gone?"

...

The middle-aged woman’s few words instantly incited dissatisfaction among the crowd.

They no longer cared if there was any injustice involved, only seeing a helpless and pitiful old man and a domineering daughter unwilling to support her father.

Immediately, someone suggested to Wang Sheng to issue a reconciliation determination notice.

Once this notice is issued, it must be voluntarily complied with, or voluntarily enforced, or contested and then voluntarily enforced again.

There’s no other option.

Unless someone is willing to bear criminal responsibility, preferring jail time over following the notice.

When this suggestion came up, everyone’s attention turned to Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng looked torn, obviously aware of the underlying issues, or he wouldn’t have remained silent.

But he only gave the middle-aged woman an apologetic look and prepared to issue the reconciliation notice.

Seeing that look, the woman’s hopes finally died, closing her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Despite all her efforts to avoid being found by this old man, she was still cornered.

The thought of supporting this beast was nauseating to her, but law and certain people don’t look at your reasons, only your conclusions.

Finding you, morally condemning you, forcing you into a corner...

Everyone rejoices at the harmony of filial piety, the TV program’s ratings soar, everyone cheers as if performing a great good deed, while the one who most deserves attention is trampled into the dust.

Watching the mediator lift the pen, the middle-aged woman smiled resignedly, waiting for the judgment to begin.

"Please pause a moment. I want to know, what did he do to you? That makes you hate him so?"