Chapter 180: Chapter 163: Trying to Guilt-Trip Me? Sorry, I Have No Morals

The scene was terrifyingly silent, with only the sound of breathing remaining.

Meanwhile, the viewers in the livestream room were so shocked that their mouths hung open, unable to close for a long time.

"No, bro... your family calls this having no hidden agenda, right?"

"What the hell is this person? Throwing away a daughter in the middle of winter is one thing, but not even giving her a blanket? Someone call the police, there’s a big case here."

"No wonder people treat him this way, it’s justifiable. If it were me, I’d pour chili water on him every day, make him eat Guanyin Soil; letting him survive until the New Year would mean my nine years of mandatory education went to waste."

"Damn! I turned out to be the snowflake before the avalanche, giving myself two slaps! I actually sympathized with such scum, unbelievable!"

Looking at the old man with shifty eyes and the journalist smirking silently, everyone understood.

This is clearly an attempt to use the massive influence of Changchun Temple to forcibly settle this matter!

Once the verdict is made, no matter how aggrieved the middle-aged woman is, she must comply! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The incense burners present were also caught off guard at this moment.

Not only abandoned the daughter but also promised her to an old bachelor because of gambling losses?

These disgusting people, they had mastered the art of grabbing the initiative, leaving everyone else speechless.

"This... I’m sorry, I was too loud just now, let me apologize for that."

"Girl, I was so wrong in what I said earlier, don’t take it to heart. If you’re uncomfortable, just say it. Auntie has money, a pension, and we can go to the hospital."

"Does this deserve to be called a father? He’s simply tarnishing those two words, what a disgrace."

"Call the police! We must call the police! This disgusting creature must face justice!"

"Sigh, it’s too late, not to mention whether the statute of limitations has expired, the police won’t put an eighty-year-old in jail. At most, it’s house arrest, and the one who suffers in the end is still this girl."

"Damn it, what a beast!"

Now, those who sympathized with the middle-aged woman were the ones who were harshly criticizing her moments ago.

That’s human nature; while possessing empathy, there is also a dark side.

Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, with the potential loss of traffic and promotion, Wang Sheng steeled himself and began to exert effort.

"Ms. Wang, you have to believe me. There must be some misunderstanding here; you are well-educated, and your open-mindedness and generosity are surely greater than most. As the saying goes, ’A prime minister’s belly can sail a boat,’ we all believe you won’t fall out with your biological father."

"As the saying goes, the grace of raising is heavy, but the grace of birth is as great as the heavens. It was your biological father and mother who brought you out from the realm of angels to Earth."

"In the future, you will also form a family, have children with your husband. For yourself, for your family, and to be a role model for your future children."

"Surely, today, you will accept your father’s belated apology, right?"

Hearing the cue, the old man grasped it, stood up from the bench again, about to kneel with red eyes: "Jiu’Er, Jiu’Er, it’s Dad who let you down, let you down... huh?"

The old man looked up in confusion, his eyes cloudy as he looked around, feeling something pushing against his knees, preventing him from kneeling.

"You’re at such an age, let’s not do this."

Ning An steadily held his knee with one foot, not letting him bend even a little.

If he genuinely knelt, the nature of the situation would change; even if he was wrong, it would give him more confidence.

The old man tried desperately to kneel, but Ning An easily held him steady with ease, not allowing him to budge.

After several attempts, the old man finally realized he couldn’t kneel and sighed deeply, changing tactics, covering his face, and beginning to cry.

From other angles, it might not be visible, but Ning An’s angle allowed him to see it all clearly.

He couldn’t cry; it was just that his fingertips had a layer of mustard, and as he covered his head, he secretly applied it under his eyelid, instantly causing tears to flow.

The level of shamelessness was truly astonishing.

Having seen shameless people, I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as them.

By now, all the information was clear.

It was far beyond the normal scope of mediation, and if pursued seriously, this old man’s crimes would even need to be judged.

The complexity of the case was enough to give one a headache.

In Dragon Country, the law mandates that children must support their elderly parents, but given this wretched old man’s despicable behavior, enforcing this obligation feels as unjust as shooting someone.

But there’s a phrase "procedural justice," which means, regardless of the situation, this eighty-year-old man won’t be incarcerated. According to the law, he will be assigned to Ms. Wang for her to fulfill her support obligations.

Before Ning An could think further, the middle-aged woman steeled herself and knelt on the ground, fiercely kowtowing, not caring even if she was bleeding from her head.

"To be honest, I don’t want it to be this way, but since childhood, whether it’s food, clothing, housing, or schooling, it has been my father who scrimped and saved, pinching little by little from home."

"In my sophomore year, I went to the food street to see my father, who was working as a laborer. A man in his forties, enduring nearly forty-degree heat, being ordered around, his sweat already dried into grains of salt."

"Even in those circumstances, he happily sent me to study, to excel, even buying me popsicles when it was hot!"

"If, because of my biological father, I suddenly abandoned the father who raised me, would I still be human?"

She lifted her head, looking at the old man with disdainful eyes: "If you are my father, then I think you should understand my situation, right?"

"You’ve come looking for me now, not because I’ve grown up and you can’t survive, wanting to exploit me with ethical blackmail to have me support you, right? I guess you, with a guilty conscience, came to take me back after preparing the costs of my upbringing to give to my adoptive father?"

The old man’s expression changed immediately; he was looking to benefit from the former "waste of money," who now had capabilities, and how could he possibly offer money?

Besides, as a gambler, how could he have money?

Just as he was about to get angry, he caught sight of the media clicking away around him, suppressing his anger, face flushed red, not uttering a word.

He stayed silent, just quietly increasing the mustard under his eyelid, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Next to him, Wang Sheng took another opportunistic jab: "Ms. Wang, you are so outstanding now, I believe you have the ability to take care of both your biological and adoptive fathers."

This remark changed the way everyone looked at him.

The viewers in the livestream room were instantly in uproar.

"What the hell! What kind of mediator is this, did a dog eat his conscience?"

"Shut your mouth at once, who gave this dog the right to be so blatantly biased, have you no shame?"

"I now desperately miss the Boxer of the feminist cause, please come out now, I’m begging you, we really need you at this moment."