Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

The blogger continued: "I have a friend who’s a tech guru with over a million followers on a major platform. He can prove for me that my video isn’t doctored. I’m sure many of you have heard his name. I’m now going to have him analyze this video to give everyone a proper explanation."

I have to say, the blogger really knew his marketing.

His Weibo account had already gained over 200,000 followers, and with his name still on the trending list, he was a hot topic.

With this kind of hype, any tech guru he approached would probably agree to analyze his video. After all, it was all about traffic, exposure, and money—a win-win situation.

And the blogger really did find a well-known video analysis expert from a popular video-sharing site, who broke down the published video piece by piece from a technical standpoint.

The final result showed that the video was recorded in a single take, with no signs of manual editing, splicing, or any other kind of manipulation. After a long explanation full of technical jargon, there was only one conclusion: the video was a recording of a genuine live broadcast.

And that live broadcast—wasn’t it the content from Doctor Wen’s own stream?

Once again, Doctor Wen was tagged tens of thousands of times by netizens.

Fortunately, Weibo had a thoughtful feature that only displayed notifications as "99+". Otherwise, Doctor Wen would have almost certainly announced she was quitting the internet.

Qin Hanyun scrolled endlessly through the comments under the trending topic, trying to piece together what had happened last night, and he actually found what he was looking for.

Doctor Wen’s stream last night was broadcast from the underworld?

That underworld was a bit strange?

A gray, hazy sky, where the sky didn’t look like a sky and the ground didn’t look like the ground?

And rows of thatched huts, plus a "President Zhang" who wanted to start a rebellion in the underworld?

What the hell was a "President Zhang"???

Don’t get the wrong idea—that wasn’t meant as a curse. It was a genuine question born from the confusion of why a title like "President Zhang" would exist in the underworld.

As everyone knew, the image of the underworld passed down through folklore was quite specific.

It was filled with things like the Ten Halls Yama, Oxhead and Horseface, Black and White Impermanence, the Judge’s Pen, the Book of Life and Death, the Naihe Bridge, the Three Lives Stone, and the Yellow Springs Road.

So, in everyone’s mind, if this world truly existed, it should be like that.

It shouldn’t be full of thatched huts, and there was no way a "President Zhang" should be barging in!

But as he read through comment after comment from netizens all agreeing with each other, each describing the same scene they witnessed, he also saw mentions of a treasure that appeared as if from the heavens?

A single blade, like a divine artifact from a fantasy novel, that shocked the entire underworld?

Qin Hanyun’s brow furrowed deeply. This matter seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

Wen Ying wasn’t the ordinary master he had imagined. This master’s abilities were a little too outrageous.

Qin Hanyun was even starting to feel like the world itself was turning into a fantasy novel.

’Is it really okay for a topic like this to be at the top of the trending list?’

’Why haven’t the authorities stepped in to handle this?’

’Even if nothing was clear in the video itself, the reactions from netizens below told the whole story. Why was nobody doing anything about it?’

’It felt like the world was undergoing some kind of change, and no one was aware of it?’

’Are the authorities aiming for some kind of subtle, gradual influence?’

Unable to make sense of it, Qin Hanyun kept reading. When he saw that Doctor Wen’s broadcast could switch freely between her room and that mysterious place, Qin Hanyun suddenly felt his previous judgment had been laughably poor.

At this point, he felt he didn’t even need a DNA test; Chaochao’s mother was definitely his biological sister.

But the formality was still necessary. After all, his sister had to return to the Qin Family openly and with her head held high. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

But Chaochao’s mother never expected Chaochao’s father to come looking for her.

Somehow, he had found out she was here, taken a car to Wenxiang Street, and located the inn.

He was banging on the door, BANG BANG BANG.

Qin Hanyun, in the next room, heard the commotion and rushed out. He saw the man banging on Chaochao’s mother’s door and was just about to speak when she opened it.

Seeing who it was, Chaochao’s mother’s expression remained placid, revealing no ripple of emotion.

"Do you need something?"

"Honey, I’ve been looking for you for so long."

"We’re divorced. I’m not your wife, so don’t call me that anymore."

"I’m sorry, honey. I really didn’t know about this. I didn’t know my parents would do something like that. We’ve wronged you, and we’ve wronged our daughter. But our daughter is gone now, and when she left, she said she hoped we could go on living happily. Can’t you fulfill her dying wish?"

At the mention of their daughter, Chaochao’s mother’s expression finally wavered. But it seemed she was already so deep in despair that even this ripple of emotion didn’t bring hysterical anger. "I saw our daughter. She told me to divorce you, so I did."

The man seemed taken aback that she would say such a thing. "Don’t be like this. If Chaochao knew you were acting this way, she wouldn’t be happy."

Suddenly, Chaochao’s mother laughed. "You say Chaochao wouldn’t be happy? Well, do you think Chaochao was happy when you sided with your parents and left me? Do you think Chaochao was happy when you let your parents sell her body? If you weren’t Chaochao’s biological father, you would have ended up just like your parents by now!"

The man’s expression changed. His parents had been sick recently. ’He loved Chaochao, too.’

’But he couldn’t just ignore the parents who had raised him.’

’His daughter was already dead. Was he supposed to watch his parents die in front of him, too?’

’Why didn’t anyone see that he was the one suffering the most?’

The divorce had been agreed to in a fit of anger, out of confusion. He already regretted it.

"Honey, how could you say that about my parents? Even though they aren’t your parents, you’ve been married to me for so many years... Forget it. I know Mom and Dad were wrong in this matter, and they wronged you. But they’re old now, and their health is failing. It’s gotten even worse these past few days. Can’t you, for old times’ sake, just come home with me?"

"And don’t forget," he added, "Chaochao is buried back in my hometown."

BAM!

A fist slammed directly into the man’s face. Qin Hanyun stared at him furiously. "I thought you were at least human, but you’re worse than a beast."

The man had noticed Qin Hanyun standing off to the side, but seeing that Qin Hanyun’s clothes suggested he wasn’t an ordinary person, he hadn’t told him to leave.

But he never expected the guy to actually punch him.

"Who the hell are you! This is my family’s business! What right do you have to hit me!" the man roared, about to strike back. But Chaochao’s mother didn’t try to hold him back, and in the end, he lost his nerve and stood down.

"Go on, fight back! Why aren’t you fighting? You coward! All you know is how to bully your own wife and child!" Qin Hanyun couldn’t believe his sister’s life had been this bitter, that she had married such a worthless piece of trash.

"You insult me again and I’m calling the cops!" the man said, his face dark.

"Call the cops? Go ahead, I dare you. Let’s see if you don’t get condemned by everyone when they find out what your family has done! You’ve heard of the term ’online mob justice,’ haven’t you?"

Qin Hanyun had never approved of online vigilantism, but at this moment, he felt that if this family were to be subjected to it, they would absolutely deserve it.

It would be divine justice!