Chapter 90: Chapter 88: A Masterly Influencer Who Livestreams Long-Term Doesn’t Like to Go Online?

Unsurprisingly, when Yingying got home, her aunt gave her a long scolding and confiscated the things Zhang Xin and Mrs. Zhang had bought for her.

She was also made to stand still for an hour as punishment.

At eleven p.m., the house was quiet.

Yingying lay in her small bedroom, unable to fall asleep.

Images of her father and mother flashed through her mind. Most children might have forgotten after so many years, but she never could.

She had seen her father and mother carried away, seen them cremated.

Her relatives, afraid she would be traumatized, wouldn’t let her see her parents one last time. But they didn’t know she had secretly watched, which was why she could never forget.

If Yingying had been an adult, she would likely have understood that it was PTSD.

But she was just a child. She didn’t understand any of that. All she knew was that she wanted to see her mom and dad, to be with them.

The more she thought about it, the wider awake she became.

Even after counting three hundred sheep, she wasn’t the least bit drowsy.

On the nightstand beside her bed sat a small lamp. Its faint glow filled the room, seeming to offer Yingying a tiny bit of comfort.

Lost in thought, Yingying didn’t notice the time inching toward midnight. She thought about Brother Zhang and his mother from earlier that day. ’I wonder if they’ll come find me again?’

Just then, a piece of paper suddenly appeared before her eyes, floating in mid-air.

She wasn’t frightened in the slightest. She reached out, pulled the paper to her, and saw that it was a piece of Yellow Paper with an unfamiliar design drawn on it.

Just as Yingying tried to get a clearer look at the design, her eyelids grew heavy. And just like that, she closed her eyes.

At that very moment, Zhang Xin, huddled tightly under his blanket, stared at the two furious figures before him. No matter how he tried to explain, they wouldn’t listen. The man’s hand was now closing around Zhang Xin’s neck.

Zhang Xin felt himself begin to suffocate.

Suddenly, a flash of white light filled the room!

The couple before him vanished without a trace. And at that same moment, Yingying, fast asleep, was reunited with the mother and father she had missed for so long.

*

At eight o’clock sharp, Uncle Zhang arrived with breakfast for Wen Ying.

Ever since discovering Wen Ying’s true abilities, Uncle Zhang had learned to surf the internet and watch livestreams.

Of course, at heart, he was still the same honest man.

"Little Ying! This is bad! Your secret’s out!"

Uncle Zhang rushed in, flustered, and saw Wen Ying watering a plant. Wen Ying heard him but didn’t turn around, continuing to water it. This was the spirit water she had to give the Zhu Yu Grass every single day.

Although the Spiritual Energy within it was somewhat sparse, it was still better than ninety-nine percent of what was available in the world.

"Uncle Zhang, what’s happened so early in the morning?"

"Little Ying, you have to look at what’s trending! Did you stream last night? People are saying all kinds of crazy things, that you’re spreading false information, promoting superstitions, things like that! Look! Someone even recorded it! What are we going to do? If people find out, are they going to attack you? I’ve seen how crazy people can get. A few years ago, I saw a young girl disfigure someone over some idol or celebrity. It was absolutely terrifying!"

Uncle Zhang was worried that Wen Ying would get hurt.

Listening to Uncle Zhang, Wen Ying finished watering the Zhu Yu Grass, casually wiped her hands, and remarked, "I didn’t expect to be trending this quickly."

Seeing that Wen Ying wasn’t the least bit concerned, Uncle Zhang grew even more anxious. "Little Ying, this is serious! Aren’t you worried at all?"

"Uncle Zhang, what proof is there that what they saw on my stream was a ghost? We have all kinds of advanced technology these days. What if it was scripted? What if I just hired actors?"

Uncle Zhang was stunned by her words.

He had never considered that. In his heart, Wen Ying was someone who could genuinely do these things, so it was only natural that her stream would capture things the world shouldn’t know about. But now...

’Faking it?’

’Why didn’t I think of that?’

’That’s it! It was faked!’

"Little Ying, you young people really have sharp minds. When the time comes, I’ll vouch for you!"

When Uncle Zhang left, he took another ten banknotes with him, each with a face value of "one small target."

But it seemed they had all underestimated the impact of this trending topic. Wen Ying frequently hitting the top of the trending lists had already offended many people, and this time was no exception.

When she started trending, someone else was pushed down the list. She was taking a piece of another’s pie.

Soon, someone dug up the original news reports about the incident and posted them online, arguing that this proved Doctor Wen was promoting superstition. One by one, people began to report her.

The situation suddenly escalated.

This was, of course, because someone was fanning the flames and fishing in troubled waters.

And then Wen Ying, who had been number one on the trending list, suddenly vanished from it—as if the topic had been scrubbed from existence.

As a result, Wen Ying’s Weibo account was also banned.

When Uncle Zhang saw this, he grew even more frantic.

He saw this as Wen Ying’s livelihood. These people had reported her until her account was banned. How was she going to make money now?

And so, Uncle Zhang once again hurried back to the clinic.

He just didn’t expect to run into some officers from the local police station on the way. They’d had dealings a few times before, so they all recognized each other.

To his surprise, their destination was also Wen Ying’s clinic.

"Doctor Wen, are you aware of what’s been trending?"

Wen Ying, who had been about to read a book, nodded. "I know. I was trending. Is there some new policy you’ve come to inform me of?"

Seeing Wen Ying’s nonchalant attitude, the police officer gave a wry smile. Everyone at the station pretty much knew the deal with this Doctor Wen.

She was, without a doubt, a true master.

As long as she didn’t break any laws, they were supposed to accommodate Doctor Wen.

"I’d like to ask you, Doctor Wen, is the story true?"

"It could be true, or it could be false. Depends on which answer you want to hear."

Hearing Wen Ying’s response, they already had their answer. They knew the truth.

"This whole thing has struck a lot of people as absurd, and we don’t know much ourselves. But for now, we have to contain the story. I hope you can understand, Doctor Wen. It’s our job, and it’s policy from our superiors. What are your thoughts?"

"Of course. I’m a good, law-abiding citizen."

"Alright then. We’ll issue a formal denial. As for your account, we’ll contact the platform officials to help you get it unbanned, Doctor Wen."

Only then did Wen Ying look surprised. "My account was banned?"

"You didn’t know, Doctor Wen?"

The two sides stared at each other, mutually bewildered.

"Little Ying doesn’t really go online, so she didn’t know what was happening. I was the one who told her she was trending this morning," Uncle Zhang finally managed to interject.

He had been worried about Little Ying, but seeing the police officers’ attitude toward her, he knew his fears had been misplaced.

There was no need for him to vouch for her at all.

’A master influencer who streams regularly doesn’t like to go online?’