Chapter 10: Rushing to Sing "Tears of the Iron Bars"?

“His mouth was bitten, and his pants zipper was also… half-open,” Qingqing said, as if she had exhausted all her strength to get the words out.

She couldn’t understand why things had turned out this way; she had lost the two most important people in her life on the same day.

“Then what do you plan to do now?” Song Zhizhi seemed to recall herself from not long ago—wasn’t she just a mirror image of this girl?

“I want to go home.” Fearing that Song Zhizhi might misunderstand, she continued, “Back to my mom and dad’s home. I need to apologize to them. I might not be able to handle such a huge matter on my own; I need my mom and dad to help me.”

Seeing that Qingqing had a clear understanding of her situation, Song Zhizhi stopped worrying.

“My car was taken by my husb… by Zhai Yuan. I don’t know how to leave now. Can I wait here for the next group to arrive?”

Looking at Qingqing’s pitiful appearance, Song Zhizhi found it hard to refuse.

Besides, this was an amusement park; she had even less reason to say no.

“Of course you can. If you’d like, you can ride the Ferris wheel again.”

Qingqing shook her head. Seeming to think of something, her voice carried a hint of sadness mixed with anticipation. “Next time, I want to bring my mom and dad here to play. I will never disobey them again.”

Song Zhizhi wasn’t much of a talker, and it was clear Qingqing wasn’t either. Standing there together felt a bit awkward.

Qingqing said she would just wander around the amusement park for a bit before leaving. Song Zhizhi watched as she took out her phone to send a message.

Song Zhizhi hadn’t expected the third group to arrive carrying professional equipment; they seemed to be some kind of streamers.

“Boss Song, you don’t mind if I livestream, do you?” The man, who looked to be in his late twenties, asked with a smile.

“I don’t mind.”

“Thank you, Boss Song! I knew you weren’t just a streamer with a hollow reputation!”

He laid the flattery on thick.

Song Zhizhi started her own stream right in front of him, and over a hundred thousand people flooded into the chat.

“Can I connect with you?” the man asked, sending a connection request.

Song Zhizhi accepted.

“Hello, family! I’ve arrived at Streamer Song’s amusement park. I’ll be broadcasting the whole experience for you all.”

“Livestreaming is not allowed inside the Ferris wheel,” Song Zhizhi said coldly.

“Ah, why? Didn’t you just agree to it?”

“I only agreed to livestream the fortune-telling process and for you to film my amusement park. But once you enter the Ferris wheel, you are not allowed to carry streaming equipment. If you don’t agree, you can cancel your spot.”

The man was clearly very disappointed, but he had no choice but to nod.

“It seems there’s a secret inside the streamer’s Ferris wheel. I guess I’ll have to follow the rules. Family, remember to wait for me!”

The man didn’t mention the fortune-telling at all; he paid the fee directly and took two people—a young man and a girl—into the Ferris wheel with him.

His assistant stood under the Ferris wheel, carrying the equipment.

It was obvious he was just here to leech off her traffic. Song Zhizhi understood this, but looking at the man, she couldn’t help but shake her head.

He had nearly ten thousand viewers in his stream, yet he traveled with assistants and equipment, surrounded by an entourage.

His display was far more ostentatious than hers, even though she had over a hundred thousand viewers.

But…

While Song Zhizhi waited to watch the stream chat, Yang Jian sent a connection request.

Song Zhizhi connected. Yang Jian’s eyes were red, but his face was filled with uncontrollable joy. “Streamer, thank you so much! You are the savior of our family!”

As he spoke, Yang Jian sent a ten-thousand-yuan gift.

【Looks like the streamer predicted it right again? His wife is really okay?】

【Why do I feel like there’s some conspiracy here?】

Song Zhizhi looked at the gifts scrolling by, feeling happy inside—she’d made money again!

“As long as she’s okay, your family will live in peace until old age. About the hospital matter…”

Hearing Song Zhizhi mention the hospital, Yang Jian’s expression turned cold. “Don’t worry, Streamer. Even if I go bankrupt, I will hold XX Hospital accountable!” Yang Jian stated the hospital’s name directly. “My wife went to their hospital for check-ups twice. When she first got the results, she didn’t believe it, so she paid for a full set of exams, and the results were the same! They even claimed they had an advanced therapy and charged my wife over fifty thousand extra, saying the full treatment would cost seven or eight hundred thousand! But now that we’ve switched to a different hospital and had two thorough check-ups, the doctor said my wife is in perfect health—she was just feeling a bit down.”

【XX Hospital is right next to my house. I can’t believe you went there? A few years ago, that hospital had an incident where they treated a perfectly healthy person to death, but the family was silenced, so many people don’t know.】

【They claimed she had a terminal illness when she was perfectly fine? That’s not just fraud, that’s playing with lives!】

【How could such a big hospital dare to do something like this? It’s truly disregarding human life for money! Doctors like that should go to hell!】

【Don’t worry, there are over a hundred thousand people in this stream. Can’t we get this unscrupulous hospital trending?】

【@XX Health Commission, millions of people across the country are watching you! We are waiting for the results of the investigation into XX Hospital!】

【I don’t expect doctors to be angels, but at least act like human beings!】

“Streamer, I’m going to go handle things here.” Yang Jian hung up.

The story of his wife and the unscrupulous hospital was pushed to the top of the trending list by netizens at lightning speed.

The speed at which this spread exceeded everyone’s expectations. A hospital is a place no one can avoid; it is tied to everyone’s life. Seeing a hospital disregard lives for money, no one could contain their anger.

With that matter concluded, the male streamer and his group had already emerged from the Ferris wheel.

The previously arrogant streamer now looked somewhat dazed. “Streamer Song, I think I had a dream inside the Ferris wheel.”

The other two nodded in agreement. The thin girl hesitated and said, “I think I saw myself winning the lottery.”

The other man added, “I dreamed I got an autograph from my favorite basketball superstar!”

【Good grief! Others come to the Ferris wheel to have fun, you guys came as a group to take a nap?】

【Qin Zi, have you lost your mind? Did you forget why you came here?】

Qin Zi was the streamer. He said he had dreamed, but he didn’t say what the dream was about.

His expression was just… off.

Song Zhizhi didn’t say anything, instead looking at the streamer. “Still want a fortune reading?”

The streamer hesitated for a moment. “Yes!”

“What do you want to know?”

“I want to know why I had that kind of dream.”

Song Zhizhi was speechless. “What kind of dream?”

The streamer hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

【Is he crazy? He won’t say what the dream was—did he do something bad and is afraid we’ll find out?】

【Qin Zi, just say it! Shut these haters up!】

To everyone’s surprise, the streamer remained stubborn. “Aren’t you supposed to be a fortune teller? Can’t you figure out what I dreamed? Was everything you told others before just fake?”

Song Zhizhi’s expression was calm, her gaze seemingly piercing through his soul. “Which matter are you referring to? The nightmare you’ve had for over a decade? The one where you still refuse to believe you were the one who caused that little girl’s death? Or the matter from a while ago, where you repeatedly peeked at your… female friend while she was bathing, got caught, and then threatened her?”

The streamer’s face turned deathly pale.