How to raise a father who is overly controlling of his daughter

"That makes a lot of sense."

"Daily Stories (1/10)"

"Is the young man a teacher? He speaks so calmly and slowly, he seems like a teacher."

"The young man said he saw it in Buddhist scriptures. Does he also believe in Buddhism?"

"..."

The comments kept scrolling by, and one comment saying thank you was overshadowed.

Yi Yue noticed, but just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Yes, I used to be a teacher, but I'm not anymore," Yi Yue answered a question from the live chat. "Also, I read Buddhist scriptures, but I don't believe in Buddhism."

A viewer in the live chat asked curiously, "If you read Buddhist scriptures, why don't you believe in Buddhism?"

"Does reading Buddhist scriptures necessarily mean you have to believe in Buddhism?" Yi Yue chuckled. "I'm reading the principles within the scriptures. Principles exist everywhere, but just because the Buddha articulated them, does that mean we have to believe in them?"

"People should respect, not worship, sages. They should worship principles, rules, and laws, not people or things. Do you really expect a statue to come to life and save you? You are all educated people; you should respect, not worship."

Yi Yue thought for a moment, took out a piece of white paper from the drawer, and wrote these words on it with a pen: "When there is any form, one can understand one's true nature."

Placed under the camera, the handwriting is neat and legible, without any cursive strokes, making it easy to read.

The comments section was full of questions about what it meant, but Yi Yue just smiled and said, "You probably won't know until you finish high school, or even college."

"Alright, we've gotten a bit off-topic." Yi Yue opened the next email: "Let's see what the next fan has written."

Yi Yue began reading the contents of the email.

"I'm a second-year junior high student with average grades and nothing particularly outstanding. But I really want to fit in with the class and their little circle."

I was all alone and felt very lonely. Every time, I acted like a fool and went along with them.

You probably don't understand this kind of experience, host. Let me tell you something, and you'll understand.

My deskmate's dad bought him an orange-red watch. The watchband is one of those snap-on straps; you just snap it on your wrist and it's on.

That day, my deskmate stood his watch up and said to the student in front of him, "This is your watch, right?" Then he tapped it lightly, and the watch strap curled up with a snap. "Hey, it's droopy."

Then the two of them started laughing at this boring and vulgar joke.

I don't understand them, why they're laughing so happily.

I wanted to fit in with them. So I borrowed my deskmate's watch and, mimicking his mannerisms and tone, told the crude joke to the people at the next table.

'Hey, this is your dick, oh, it's limp!'

I did it once, and the person at the next table looked at me coldly and said, "Idiot."

But I laughed, and I realized that nobody actually found the joke funny; everyone was just faking it.

But I'm not; I find myself ridiculous. Isn't life the biggest joke of all?

After Yi Yue finished reading it once, everyone in the live stream became pessimistic.

"I've discovered that I'm like that too."

"Me too."

“I often told these kinds of vulgar jokes at school, trying to fit in with them.”

"Haha, life is the biggest joke."

Am I a joke too?

Most of the people in Yi Yue's live stream were students, whose thinking was not mature enough. They resonated with the experiences of others and began to question the meaning of life.

Yi Yue shook her head and said, "You've all heard the story of the frog in the well, haven't you? The frog at the bottom of the well thought the sky was only the size of the well opening. You're all too young; you haven't encountered or experienced many things, so how can you talk about life like that?"

"Most children in schools are not mature enough. When you encounter bullying on campus, you feel that you are being ostracized and despised by people."

"I know everyone wants to make friends, fit in, and not want to be 'different' from others. So why not be more positive and proactive, use your own interests and hobbies to make friends, and have common ground? Wouldn't that make you happier and more joyful?"

"I came from your area too. Let me tell you something."

"During my first year of high school military training, I met a boy who wore glasses. He loved novels and always talked about the content of them."

At first it was fine, but later people thought he was a bit fanatical. Some people in his circle mocked him, calling him crazy, stupid, and that he had lost his mind.

Gradually, people distanced themselves from him, avoiding him at all costs, fearing that he would also be labeled a lunatic or a fool by his classmates and ridiculed.

I used to get along well with him, but I backed down when faced with other people's gossip and pointing fingers.

But the boy didn't. He continued to do as he pleased. Looking ahead, he actually said, "You can look down on me, but I will definitely defeat you with my literary talent in the future."

I felt a little embarrassed when I heard that; in today's terms, it was just childish.

But to my surprise, he eventually found like-minded friends.

What surprised me even more was that he actually became a writer in the end.

Yi Yue took a sip of milk, moistened her throat, and smiled, "So, are you really happy by integrating into those so-called circles? I don't think so. So what if you're ridiculed or ignored? Stay true to yourself, and you'll always find a circle that truly belongs to you."

"Let me summarize with a quote from Tang Bohu: 'If we compare wine and flowers to carriages and horses, how busy they are, how leisurely I am! Others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their ignorance.'"

Yi Yue smiled and read a few more emails, then checked the time: "It's 10:30, it's getting late, everyone should rest."

"Uncle Yue, let's talk a little longer, it's the weekend anyway."

"Yes, yes, let's chat a little longer."

The comments section erupted with messages urging them to stay.

Yi Yue shook her head and smiled awkwardly, "I've been a little sick lately and can't stay up late. Everyone should go to bed early too, get into a good sleep schedule, the exams are coming up soon, so make sure you're well-rested."

"I see. Uncle Yue, please take care of yourself."

"Hey bro, can you show yourself? I've never seen what you look like before."

One of the comments immediately drew responses from others.

Yi Yue has never shown her face, and when she does, she always wears a mask.

Just looking at the top half of his face, I feel that Yi Yue is very handsome. I want to see his whole face. I feel itchy and curious. He looks so mysterious.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Women's Clothing

"No need," Yi Yue said, a little embarrassed, as she didn't really like showing her face.

Please.

Fans started spamming the chat, sending free gifts. One wealthy fan even sent a "Rhythm Storm" gift, filling the screen with "Please, please, please!"

This left Yi Yue somewhat at a loss. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Okay then. We'll end the broadcast after we finish watching. Everyone should go to sleep early."

Urged by her fans, Yi Yue moved the camera in front of her, and the live chat exploded with comments, all expressing their amazement.

"Oh, oh, handsome."

"This young man is very handsome, just like a celebrity."

"Is Uncle Yue dressed as a woman?"

"Is Uncle Yue dressed as a woman?"

"Is Uncle Yue dressed as a woman?"

A fan with the ID "Contracting Shiyu Senior's Black Stockings" started the discussion, and unexpectedly, the comments section started flooded with similar messages.

Yi Yue scratched her cheek, feeling embarrassed and helpless.

"Has Uncle Yue ever dressed as a woman?" one commenter asked.

"Uh." Yi Yue didn't know how to answer, so she lowered her head and said softly, "I guess so. My family made me wear it when I was little."

Did you take any photos?

"It's been taken..."

"Have you considered dressing up as a woman again?" The comments section was clearly very interested in this question, with people excitedly spamming the screen.

"No!" Yi Yue felt a headache coming on, thinking awkwardly, "Couldn't they have asked a different question?" Looking at the comments, she suddenly noticed a refreshing comment among them.

It was a question about his age.

Yi Yue once casually mentioned that he was already thirty-seven years old.

"Really thirty-seven? He looks so young, I can hardly believe it."

"Really, it's probably because I don't look old," Yi Yue said with a smile.

"Wouldn't it be even better if Uncle Yue dressed as a woman at thirty-seven? Uncle Yue, would you be interested in considering it?" This comment suddenly changed its style and became perverted.

Izuki's smile gradually faded as she felt a headache coming on.

"Let's talk about it later. I'm sleepy too. Everyone should get some rest." Yi Yue said, turning off the live stream and ignoring the barrage of comments hoping she would stream a little longer.

"Goodnight, everyone." Yi Yue sent a message in the live stream chat with a smiley face emoticon.

To everyone's surprise, instead of replying "goodnight," they continued scrolling through their browser.

"Uncle Yue, are you really not going to reconsider?"

"Uncle Yue, you can't escape it."

"The women's clothing is amazing!"

"..." Yi Yue silently typed a string of ellipses.

At that moment, her room door opened and Rena entered.

"dad."

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Yi Yue asked curiously.

Rena handed the phone to Itsuki: "Didn't we say that the phone was to be kept by Daddy at a certain time?" She thought to herself, "Hmph, I'm so obedient, one day Daddy will let me keep the phone completely."

Izuki took the phone and patted Rena's head: "You're quite self-disciplined." She said softly, "Go to sleep now."

"Mmm." Reina nodded obediently, and as she left, she noticed the live chat machine on the computer screen. She paused, puzzled, and asked, "Who is Uncle Yue?"

After thinking about it carefully, Rena immediately realized, "Dad's name has 'moon' in it, so Uncle Moon must be referring to Dad."