Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

The taxi screeched on the asphalt road. Before the car had come to a complete stop, Chen Chu flung open the door, threw down a hundred-yuan bill, and strode toward the entrance of the upscale private psychological clinic.

Pushing open the heavy glass door, a strong and pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with air freshener instantly filled Chen Chu's nostrils.

The taste made him feel extremely physically uncomfortable.

Hospitals and clinics, places filled with illness and disinfectant, are not places a little girl who has just experienced the breakdown of her family and needs warmth and security.

As the aroma seeped into his heart, the anger that Chen Chu had been suppressing with reason surged up instantly, as if a bucket of gasoline had been poured over it.

Unbeknownst to him, his prejudice and anger towards Chu Qiuyue had swelled to an uncontrollable level.

Just how insane is this woman to forcibly send a child who has become withdrawn and isolated simply because of fear and neglect to a place like this for "treatment"? And even require hospitalization?!

With a gloomy face, Chen Chu quickly walked through the corridor following the directions given by the receptionist nurse and pushed open the door to the examination room.

The air in the consultation room seemed to freeze the moment the door was pushed open.

Chen Chu spotted Chen Xiayu sitting on the leather sofa at a glance.

"My little girl."

Without even glancing at Chu Qiuyue and the doctor beside him, Chen Chu strode forward, picked Chen Xiayu up from the sofa, and held her tightly in his arms.

The moment her body touched Chen Chu's chest, Chen Xiayu, who had been lifeless, trembled violently. Then, as if grasping the only piece of driftwood on a vast ocean, she tightly hugged Chen Chu's neck with both hands, burying her face deeply and forcefully into the crook of his neck.

She didn't say a word, not even a sob, but her small hands, clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her slightly trembling body, had already conveyed to Chen Chu all the fear and resistance in her heart.

Chen Chu felt the warmth on his neck, and his heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He took a deep breath, gently patted his daughter's back with one hand, and then slowly turned his head to look at Chu Qiuyue sitting beside him.

Chen Chu's eyes were extremely unfriendly, so cold that they seemed to smear a layer of frost.

"Why didn't you discuss this with me?" Chen Chu's voice was low, yet it carried a menacing intensity. "What did you say when you brought her out? You said you'd take her to the amusement park, to buy her clothes! Now you've brought her to the clinic and are forcing her to be hospitalized? Chu Qiuyue, what are you really up to?!"

Faced with Chen Chu's barrage of questions, Chu Qiuyue's lips twitched as if she wanted to retort, but when she met Chen Chu's murderous eyes and saw her daughter, who was tightly huddled in his arms and wouldn't even look at her, she ultimately chose to remain silent.

What could she say? That she was just too impatient? That she thought the doctor was more professional? But under Chen Chu's all-knowing gaze, all explanations seemed pale and powerless.

Seeing Chu Qiuyue's sullen demeanor, Chen Chu's disgust deepened. Too lazy to waste another word on this crazy woman, he picked up Chen Xiayu and turned to leave.

"etc!"

Seeing that Chen Chu was about to leave, Chu Qiuyue finally panicked. She stood up abruptly, rushed forward, and blocked Chen Chu's path.

"Chen Chu, please don't be impulsive!" Chu Qiuyue looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her gaze filled with an extremely sincere plea, as if she were the one who had suffered so much for her child. "Listen to the doctor, Nannan is very ill, she's completely shut herself off! I'm begging you, please think of your child, okay? Keep her in the hospital, let the professional doctors treat her, okay? I'll pay, I'll provide the best ward..."

Upon hearing the words "for the sake of the children," Chen Chu abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He lowered his head, looking at the woman in front of him, her face covered in tears, her self-pity overflowing, and a cold, extremely mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Chu Qiuyue, I beg you, please stop saying 'for the sake of the child,' okay?"

Chen Chu's voice was no longer filled with rage; instead, it carried a deep contempt and disgust. He retorted without hesitation, "Can you stop talking so high and mighty? We've already torn each other apart to this extent; do we still need to put on this disgusting act of maternal love and filial piety?"

Chen Chu took a step closer, his gaze piercing through Chu Qiuyue's facade like a knife: "Put your hand on your heart and ask yourself, did you really lock her up in the hospital for her own good? You just couldn't stand the way she looked at you like you were a stranger! You just wanted to spend some money to dump her on the doctors, to have them fix her like a machine, turning her into a puppet that would smile at you, act cute, and satisfy your pathetic maternal instincts!"

"You're not treating her illness, you're just spending money to buy your own psychological comfort!" Chen Chu's words were piercing and merciless. "Stop torturing her under the guise of loving her, and stop saying such disgusting things. It only makes you look more hypocritical and has no other purpose."

After saying that, Chen Chu unhesitatingly shoved Chu Qiuyue, who was blocking his way, and strode out of the clinic with Chen Xiayu in his arms, completely ignoring the swaying woman behind him.

The door to the consultation room was slammed shut.

Chu Qiuyue stood there blankly, staring at the empty doorway. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she slumped onto the sofa, utterly dejected.

Chen Chu's merciless tearing had completely exposed the most hidden and darkest corners of her heart to the light of day, leaving her feeling an indescribable sense of suffocation.

The doctor, sitting behind his desk, coughed awkwardly.

He pushed up his glasses, looking at the woman in front of him with her makeup ruined and her expression blank, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. As a psychologist, he had seen too many different kinds of families, and he understood very well what he had just witnessed. The problems in this patient's family, especially the mother's own problems, were far greater than the psychological trauma of the little girl.

With a doctor's heart, he didn't add fuel to the fire by criticizing Chu Qiuyue at this moment. Instead, he sighed and suggested very tactfully, "Ms. Chu... well, actually, the prerequisite for psychotherapy is a family environment full of security and trust. If the conflicts within your family can be eased, it might be more helpful for the child's treatment."

Chu Qiuyue seemed not to hear the doctor's words. She mechanically picked up her designer bag and, like a walking corpse, staggered out of the clinic.

The autumn night wind already carried a biting chill.

Chu Qiuyue didn't call a driver or take a taxi; she just wandered aimlessly through the bustling yet unfamiliar streets.

Those limited-edition high heels, worth five figures, had become the cruelest instruments of torture. The sharp heels pounded painfully on the hard asphalt, the skin on her heels was chafed raw, and traces of blood seeped out. Every step was accompanied by excruciating pain.

But Chu Qiuyue seemed to have lost her sense of pain. She was too lazy to care about the physical torment, and even vaguely felt that the pain could make her numb brain a little more awake.

Walking among the bustling crowd, watching the cheerful, couples around her, Chu Qiuyue felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. She felt as if she had lost everything: her once warm home, her loving husband, and now, even her two children, whom she desperately wanted to win back, treated her as an enemy.

"What did I do wrong...?"

Chu Qiuyue kept asking herself the same question. Tears mixed with her delicate makeup, dried in the cold wind, and clung tightly to her face, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She bit her lip.

She hadn't done anything wrong! She came today just to take her daughter to buy nice clothes and eat delicious food, but when she found that her daughter was acting strangely, she immediately went to the best mental health clinic in the city and spent a lot of money to hire a specialist to treat her.

She just wanted to make up for the children, to catch up on the time she'd missed over the years. What did she do wrong?

Is it really my own fault?

"No...it's not my fault," Chu Qiuyue hysterically defended herself in her heart.

She admitted to being somewhat selfish, admitting her desperate desire for her children's forgiveness and to hear them sweetly call her "Mommy" again. But isn't that just human nature?

Why should she have to be so humble? Why can Chen Chu stand on the moral high ground to criticize her? Why can Chen Ziran look at her like she's an enemy? Why is she always wrong?!

She did absolutely nothing wrong! Back then, her father's company, built up through hard work, faced bankruptcy and was burdened with debt. That was the home that gave her birth and raised her! As his daughter, shouldn't she have gone back to help when she watched her father jump off a building? Was she wrong to try to save her family?!

She spent money today to get her child hospitalized for the best treatment, so what's wrong with that?!

The more Chu Qiuyue thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She saw herself as a tragic hero who sacrificed herself for her family but was misunderstood by her ex-husband and children. Her eyes gradually shifted from confusion and loss to a determined and resolute look.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but when she finally pushed open the luxurious and heavy gate of the Chu family home with her blistered feet, it was already late at night.

In the spacious and bright living room, Chu Nan was sitting on the sofa watching a tablet.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and was startled to see his sister looking disheveled, with her shoes in her hands and barefoot on the carpet.

"Little sister?" Chu Nan put down her tablet and quickly went to greet her. "What happened? Didn't you go to pick up Nannan? Where's the child? You...you and Chen Chu had another argument?"

Chu Qiuyue gave him a cold look. There was no warmth in her eyes, only a kind of irritation that kept people at a distance.

She didn't answer Chu Nan's question. Instead, she walked straight to the sofa and slumped into the soft cushions like a lump of mud. Her eyes were fixed blankly on the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and she remained motionless.

Seeing his younger sister's listless and half-dead state, Chu Nan felt bad. Although he was usually somewhat idle at home, he genuinely loved his sister.

He walked to the sofa, sighed, and tentatively called out softly, "Little sister..."

"Let me have some peace and quiet." Chu Qiuyue closed her eyes, her voice hoarse and cold.

Chu Nan, however, seemed a bit oblivious to the situation. He felt that what people needed most at this time was to confide in someone, so he pulled up a chair and sat down, earnestly advising, "Little sister, you should tell your brother what's wrong. Don't keep it bottled up inside. Tell me..."

"roll!"

Chu Qiuyue suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze like a poisoned knife, stabbing fiercely at Chu Nan.

Chu Nan was startled by the sudden roar and stared at her in astonishment.

Chu Qiuyue glanced at him mercilessly, a sharp, sarcastic sneer curling her lips: "What's it to you? When did you become so good at comforting people? What are you doing, pretending to be some kind of caring older brother? What, have you been so bored lately that you've enrolled in psychology?"

"From now on, mind your own business."

Chu Qiuyue snorted coldly, not even glancing at Chu Nan again. She stood up from the sofa, picked up her high heels, and walked barefoot down the cold marble stairs back to her room without looking back, slamming the door shut behind her.

The loud slamming of the door echoed through the empty villa.

Chu Nan stood in the center of the living room, feeling like he had swallowed a fly, having been unjustly berated for no reason. He couldn't have been more uncomfortable.

He came with good intentions to show concern, but his kindness was met with indifference and he was even met with hostility.

"This temper of hers is getting more and more unreasonable!"

Chu Nan grabbed a handful of hair in frustration and muttered something under his breath.

Just then, the door to the study on the second floor opened.

Chu Shitian, dressed in a silk nightgown and holding a glass of red wine, slowly walked downstairs.

He walked to the corner of the stairs, looked down at his son who looked sullen, and said with a smile, "She's in a bad mood right now, so don't worry about her. Let her be."

Chu Nan raised his head and looked at his father, who always calculated every benefit so clearly. The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally surged up.

"I don't care? How can I not care?!"

Chu Nan looked at his father with some displeasure, his tone accusatory, "Dad, look at what Qiu Yue has become! Paranoid, insane, like a powder keg ready to explode! If you hadn't put so much pressure on her, forcing her to come back and take over that mess, would she be like this now? She's gone crazy like this, do you dare say you bear no responsibility at all?!"

When Chu Shitian heard his son's accusation, he wasn't angry at all; instead, he seemed to have heard a funny joke. He swirled the red wine in his glass and took a slow, deliberate sip.

"My fault?" Chu Shitian was somewhat uncomfortable. "How can you blame me? I simply told her objectively that the company's cash flow had dried up and it was on the verge of bankruptcy. That's a fact!"

"That's true! But you constantly complain and whine in front of her, putting the fate of the entire family on her shoulders!" Chu Nan retorted. "If you hadn't created so much anxiety for her, how could all these problems have arisen? Would she have divorced Chen Chu for work? It didn't have to come to that. The problem could have been solved simply by following the proper procedures!"

"Nonsense!" Chu Shitian frowned, his tone becoming stern. "I simply told her the truth about her family situation and asked her to come home and work to help support the family. When did I force her to get a divorce? What father would want his own daughter to suffer? She weighed the pros and cons herself, felt her family was too much of a burden, and voluntarily gave it up!"

Looking at his father's self-righteous and irresponsible face, Chu Nan felt a deep sense of speechlessness.

"Dad, that's sophistry!" Chu Nan argued vehemently, "Of course, a person won't break down if they work a normal job, but if you force her to work, to take on debts she can't afford, and to do things she can't do, she's bound to break down! If you hadn't let her come home in the first place, or hadn't given her those absolute orders, none of this mess would have happened today!"

The principle is actually very simple! It's just like when you were in school and had midterms and finals exams.

If I don't do well on a test, or if you set a score that I can't possibly reach and force me to take it, how can I not feel pressured when that mountain is pressing down on me?

It's no wonder people's minds become twisted under that kind of pressure!

After hearing his son's analogy, Chu Shitian's face showed impatience.

He retorted defiantly, "Pressure? If you worked hard and got first place in the class, a perfect score, would you still feel pressured? Would you still be depressed?!"

Chu Shitian walked down the stairs, speaking with conviction: "Besides, I only asked your sister to come back to work. I didn't point a gun at her head and tell her she had to make the company a certain success! I didn't tie her up and force her to attend social events! Your sister is ambitious and wants to prove herself. How come now that there's a problem, you're saying these things, making it seem like I, her father, am some heinous villain?"

He scoffed, recalling his entrepreneurial journey with an air of arrogance: "When I started from scratch, I was drowning in high-interest loans, waking up every day to tens of thousands of yuan in interest! Wasn't I under immense pressure making money back then? Was I depressed? Was I crazy? How did I manage to pull through and build this empire? In the end, it's just that today's young people are too fragile and have too little resilience!"

Chu Nan was completely bewildered by his father's extremely scoundrel-like logic of "success." He opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't find the right words to refute him in a short time.

The older generation often uses their own hardships to measure the pain of the next generation, and takes it for granted that: if I can endure it, you must be able to endure it; if you can't, then you're useless.

"But..." Chu Nan hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say dryly, "But the fact is, my sister is really unhappy right now! Her whole mental state is off!"

"She's unhappy, not because she made money, not because of the company, but because of something else!" Chu Shitian stated without hesitation, "She's upset because her child doesn't recognize her, and Chen Chu ignores her. She feels she's losing face and is upset! This is definitely not a problem caused by making her come home to earn money back then!"

Chu Shitian turned and walked towards the wine cabinet, leaving Chu Nan with a heartless back view and a final, deadly question.

"Let me ask you this: when you were in high school, you always got first place in your exams. Did you feel bad about it?"