Chapter 141

At first, Wei Sheng’s fans refused to believe it. How could he be the hypocrite described in the video—someone who chased fame and glory, helped strangers, yet refused to support his own grandmother and father?

But soon, more so-called “evidence” began to surface:

Wei Sheng had spent over a million yuan to buy two commercial properties for his mother, yet didn’t even pay rent for his father.

On variety shows, he was always sending local specialties and expensive health supplements—fine teas, wild honey, royal jelly, wild ginseng—to his maternal grandparents, but never once mentioned the grandmother back in his hometown.

Wei Sheng drove a car worth hundreds of thousands, while his father in the countryside was so down-and-out he could only ride a beat-up secondhand tricycle—not even electric, but the old-fashioned pedal kind…

Seriously? It’s normal for the older generation to favor the youngest son. But Wei Sheng holding such a grudge just because his grandmother doted more on his uncle’s kids? Cutting off all ties with that side of the family over this seemed petty.

Even some of his older fans felt uncomfortable after seeing all this, let alone the professional haters who had been sharpening their knives for ages.

They quickly donned their “Internet Saint” masks and launched a full-on attack, trying to destroy the image Wei Sheng had built over the past two years as the “Wild Poverty Alleviation Ambassador of the Entertainment Industry.”

Poverty alleviation ambassador? He doesn’t even care about his own grandmother and father, yet runs around helping people in impoverished areas? What a shameless hypocrite, clearly just chasing clout!

Of course, there were also netizens who stood their ground and insisted Wei Sheng had done nothing wrong. Why should anyone be expected to repay cruelty with kindness?

Didn’t that old woman admit it herself? Since her youngest son and eldest grandson lived with her in the countryside, she naturally favored them a bit when Wei Sheng was young. So it was okay for her to be biased, but Wei Sheng wasn’t allowed to feel hurt? Just because he complained, he’s now considered unfilial? If you want someone to be filial to you so badly, go ask your precious youngest son and grandson!

Oh, back when Wei Sheng needed love and support from his family, every single one of you played dead. Now that he’s in the entertainment industry making money, suddenly you remember he’s your child?

You want all the benefits without paying the price? Dream on!

For a while, the internet was in chaos.

Just then, Wei Sheng’s manager suddenly reposted a video. The caption was simple, with no flashy rhetoric—just one line: “If you want to know why Wei Sheng cut ties with his father’s side of the family, maybe you should hear the story from someone who lived it.”

Someone who lived it? Was it Wei Sheng?

Curious netizens clicked on the video, only to find—not Wei Sheng—but his mother.

Forced to reopen old wounds and recall a miserable marriage, Hu Qianqian broke down in tears before the haters could even start attacking.

Under the guidance of Zhou Mingxing and Liang Yi, she didn’t try to defend her son. Instead, she calmly recounted the story from the beginning—how she met Wei Zhiyong through a matchmaker, got married, and eventually divorced a few years ago.

A marriage that had seemed like a perfect match, blessed by everyone, had ended in utter ruin. How did it come to that?

With red-rimmed eyes, Hu Qianqian told the story of a young woman full of hope for marriage, slowly worn down by a husband obsessed with filial piety, turning her into a woman constantly on edge. She spoke of a mother-in-law so blatantly biased that she refused to bring her son back to visit, and of a greedy brother-in-law and his family who pushed her to the point of demanding a divorce.

What did Hu Qianqian do wrong? At the start, she had tried her best to be a good wife and daughter-in-law. Even when her husband sent most of his salary back to his family every month, leaving only a tiny amount for their own household, she never complained. When the money wasn’t enough to get by, she would swallow her pride and take Wei Sheng back to her parents’ house just to get a decent meal.

That little money from her husband barely covered their basic needs. Hu Qianqian could go without meat, but she couldn’t bear to see her son suffer.

Wei Zhiyong’s company had great benefits, and many of his colleagues had bought homes early on—some even owned multiple properties. But not him. After years of working, he hadn’t saved enough to buy a house. In the end, it was Hu Qianqian’s mother who couldn’t stand it anymore and lent them the money to buy one.

Even so, when their divorce was finalized, Wei Sheng didn’t ask his father for a cent to help him buy a home. Word was, the moment Wei Zhiyong got the money from selling the house, he handed it all over to his nephew—without sparing a thought for his own son.

“You want to blame someone? Blame me. I’m the one who told Wei Sheng not to go back, not to have anything to do with those relatives. They don’t deserve it!”

“Why should we forgive them? That family didn’t care if we lived or died. They practically stripped our little household bare, and even tried to take the money my son needed to buy a home. And we’re supposed to just forget all that and keep giving them money? In their dreams!”

“I hold a grudge—and I want Wei Sheng to remember every filthy thing the Wei family did to us!”

“Repay cruelty with kindness? That old woman, and her lazy, scheming youngest son, stole my husband—my son’s father—and destroyed our family. I’m the victim here! Why should I forgive the people who hurt me?”

“If being a good person means getting bullied for a lifetime, then I’d rather be a bad one. After all, according to the internet, you can do all the wrong in the world, and as long as you apologize, everyone has to forgive you. If they don’t, they’re just narrow-minded hypocrites, right?”

“I’m putting it out there today,” Hu Qianqian said coldly. “If Wei Sheng still considers me his real mother, then for the rest of his life, he is not allowed to show a shred of filial piety to the Wei Family! When that old bastard Wei Zhiyong can’t even afford a meal, Wei Sheng can give him a thousand yuan a month for living expenses. Not a cent more! That’s exactly how he treated the two of us back then.”

As she recalled the so-called “living expenses” Wei Zhiyong had given them in those years, Hu Qianqian could no longer hold back the tears she had been trying so hard to suppress.

Outsiders used to say she had married well. After all, Wei Zhiyong’s work unit was known for its high pay and generous benefits. But who would have thought that all those benefits from the unit were hidden away by Wei Zhiyong and sent back to his hometown? As his wife, Hu Qianqian wasn’t even allowed to object.

Don’t ask why. The answer was always the same: Hu Qianqian’s family owned a supermarket. If she needed anything, couldn’t she just get it from her parents’ store? Unlike Wei Zhiyong’s mother and younger brother, who were farmers in the countryside with no income, and had to pay for everything out of pocket. Sending those benefits back home saved them a lot of money.

And that so-called thousand-yuan monthly allowance—barely enough to cover food for a family of three—was supposed to cover everything. Yet this “honest man” Wei Zhiyong would often play dumb, handing over a thousand yuan each month and expecting Hu Qianqian to cover the entire household: property fees, utilities, gas, phone bills, three meals a day, even fruits and snacks.

Looking back now, Hu Qianqian couldn’t even understand how she had survived all those years.

Wei Zhiyong wouldn’t even pay for Wei Sheng’s school uniform. He insisted that boys shouldn’t be spoiled. All school uniforms looked the same anyway, so he told Hu Qianqian to borrow some old ones from older kids in the neighborhood for Wei Sheng to wear.

But a teenage boy, at the peak of his pride and self-esteem, how could he bear to wear someone else’s hand-me-downs?

At the time, Hu Qianqian didn’t have a job. She had no choice but to borrow money from her parents to buy new uniforms for Wei Sheng.

“I saw people online asking why Wei Sheng is willing to help complete strangers, but won’t lift a finger for his own grandmother and father.”

“Well, today I’m going to answer that question on behalf of my son: because even strangers know how to be grateful. But the Wei Family? That bunch of bloodsuckers? You buy them a case of milk today, and tomorrow they’ll shamelessly ask you to buy them a house and a car!”

“If, after hearing our story, anyone still thinks the Wei Family is pitiful and deserves help, then go ahead and help them yourselves! I don’t want that man as my husband anymore, and my son doesn’t want a father like that either! If your family is short a man, a dad, or a grandma, feel free to take them in and raise them yourselves!”

That last line, Zhou Mingxing had originally planned to cut. But Liang Yi insisted on keeping it.

“Let Qianqian vent. She’s been holding it in for over twenty years,” Liang Yi said with a heavy sigh.

Zhou Mingxing didn’t say anything. In the end, he let the segment stay.

So be it. At least this way, people would see it wasn’t staged—it was raw, genuine emotion.

Online, after watching Hu Qianqian’s video, Wei Sheng’s fans were furious.

In their eyes, Wei Sheng had always been like a warm, radiant little sun. Many had even guessed that he must have grown up in a loving home to be so cheerful and kind.

No one expected that his father would turn out to be such a scumbag.

And that old woman in the video, crying and playing the victim—how dare she ask why Wei Sheng never visits her? Why isn’t her grandson close to her? Why doesn’t he go home during the holidays? Doesn’t she have the slightest clue?

Just imagining little Wei Sheng, wearing a brand-new down jacket bought with his grandma’s money, happily following his parents to the countryside for Chinese New Year—only to have his father strip the jacket off him in the freezing cold and give it to his cousin, just because the cousin didn’t get a new one—was enough to send netizens into a rage.

“Putting myself in his shoes, I already want to tear that father and his whole family apart. Are they vampires or what?”

“Hu Mama is way too nice. If someone tried to take my kid’s clothes off his back, I’d skin their whole damn family!”

“Come on, where are all the Internet Saints now? Still think Granny Wei is pitiful? Still think Wei Sheng should forgive his dad? Wow, such wonderful relatives! On behalf of Wei Sheng, I say—take them! They’re all yours!”

“What can a thousand yuan even cover these days? Just our monthly utilities and property fees already go over that. Does Wei Sheng’s dad think his son popped out of a rock and doesn’t need food to grow?”

“Girl above, you’re too naive. It’s not that he doesn’t understand—it’s that he’s too good at calculating. Didn’t you hear Hu Mama say? That man’s always bringing up how her family runs a supermarket. He clearly expected his father-in-law to support his wife and kid! Tsk tsk, that abacus is clicking so loud I can hear it all the way from Heilongjiang.”

But surprisingly, there were still a few so-called Internet Saints—either clueless or malicious, or maybe just ancient relics who accidentally crawled out of some tomb—who actually tried to “advise” Hu Qianqian. They said things like, “Wei Sheng still carries the Wei Family’s blood. No matter what, he can’t just cut ties with his own father.”

Some even got sentimental, though their moral compass seemed completely broken, saying that Wei Sheng should treat his father better. Otherwise, if Wei Zhiyong died poor and alone, Wei Sheng would regret it forever, crying over how “the child wants to care for the parent, but the parent is already gone.”

That was the last straw. The hornet’s nest had officially been kicked.

Some morally upright netizens were left utterly dumbfounded the moment they saw those suffocatingly baffling comments. Their minds went blank with a buzzing noise. At that point, who even cared about Wei Sheng anymore?

Forget about Wei Sheng for now—these Internet Saints who love to preach from their high horses need to be roasted into oblivion!

Netizens these days are truly savage. One user with the screen name “Pretty Boy Warrior” managed, through remarkable resourcefulness, to find Wei Zhiyong’s phone number in the contact information for service outlets previously published by the tobacco company and posted it online. The caption was brutally straightforward: “Feeling sorry for them? Then send them money!”

“Pffft hahahaha~ When Pretty Boy Warrior retired from the literary world, I was firmly against it.”

“Pretty Boy Warrior, please leave the pandas in the mountains some way to survive—you’ve taken all the bamboo shoots (you’re so mean!).”

“Makes perfect sense. If you all feel so sorry for Wei Laoniang and Wei Zhiyong, don’t just sit here and talk about it. Send them money!”

“Just sending money isn’t enough, is it? Didn’t Wei Laoniang suffer a stroke and end up bedridden from all the evil she’s done? Shouldn’t all you bleeding-heart saints be rushing over to clean up her mess—literally? You claimed her as your own grandma, right? Then you better serve her on your knees until she’s buried and gone!”

“Think about it, it’s not that complicated. Didn’t someone just say that Wei Sheng makes so much money every year, so giving a few hundred thousand to the Wei family is no big deal? But isn’t all of Wei Sheng’s money going toward poverty alleviation and supporting rural development? How about this—those of you making these suggestions, why don’t you all chip in and cover that annual expense yourselves?”

The self-righteous saints, still basking in their own moral glow: “…”

(End of chapter)

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1. The “retired from literary world” comment jokes that his savage post was so brilliantly written, he shouldn’t have “quit writing.”

2. The “bamboo shoots” line is a pun – “taking bamboo shoots” (夺笋, duó sǔn) sounds like “so mean” (多损, duō sǔn). It means: “You’re being hilariously ruthless!”