Ning An's Wild Wish System

"What does... not being a purebred girl mean?"

Song Yingxi’s tone was frantic, but she still maintained a semblance of dignity on her face.

She understood the meaning behind Ning An’s words, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

And Ning An’s next words shattered her psychological defenses!

"Well, not being a purebred girl means being a transgender, that kind of thing."

Ning An’s words directly destroyed all of Song Yingxi’s hopes.

The viewers in the livestream were both sympathetic and amused watching Song Yingxi’s breakdown.

"Hahaha, not a purebred girl, what a strange term, amusing."

"Brother Sect Leader’s mouth is still as capable of bringing joy as ever, absolutely hilarious."

"Auntie: If I had known he’d turn out like this, I would’ve sent him straight to an orphanage."

"Auntie originally thought her mindset was advanced enough, yet she didn’t expect her son to be so radical, directly walking on the most bizarre path of the era."

"I thought Auntie was progressive, but compared to her son, she’s way too conservative."

"Didn’t you hear Auntie say her son studied abroad in Yingjiang? Liking non-purebred girls, there’s a pretty high likelihood."

"Yeah, over there, people are almost possessed, God only gave humans two genders, yet they’ve divided them into eighty or ninety, it’s absurd."

"And the most outrageous thing is, they don’t need parental consent for gender reassignment surgery, nor any age restrictions; if they want to do it, they can at any age."

"Sigh, that billionaire Ma Sike, his son transitioned, too. It really makes you ponder the creation of life."

"..."

"My son, his... partner isn’t a girl; how is that possible?"

Song Yingxi’s voice trembled, her facade of dignity completely gone.

She thought that her views, while not radical, were definitely not conservative.

But she didn’t expect that even if she was progressive in her thinking, she couldn’t keep up with her son’s ideas.

"Little Daoist, could you have been mistaken, my son isn’t certain."

Song Yingxi forced a smile, nervously looking at Ning An, hoping more than anyone that Ning An would say he had made a mistake.

Ning An shook his head but spoke frankly:

"Your son indeed has a partner, looking at his ’Red Luan Star’, it’s already active, so there’s no doubt about it."

"But unlike the normal rhythmic ups and downs, your son’s ’Red Luan Star’ fluctuates quite drastically."

"This indicates that the partner your son found is different from normal people’s preferences, certainly not a purebred girl."

"Of course, with current open-mindedness, you can’t rule out relationships with various animals."

Ning An didn’t comfort her, as her son was about to return soon.

Rather than being unprepared to face fate in a few minutes, wouldn’t it be better to have a heads-up now?

It was pointless.

Upon hearing Ning An’s words, Song Yingxi’s heart finally sank completely.

Being not a purebred girl already pierced her soul unbearably.

Let alone the idea of human-animal relationships those feelings unfinished.

Is this still Dragon Country?

In comparison, it seemed like not being a purebred girl was a slightly less severe outcome.

After all, not being a purebred girl, at least it relates to being human.

It’s better than her son coming home with a dog, excitedly claiming it to be his partner, right?

"Little Daoist, I have just one question now: can my son’s situation be turned around?"

"If humans can’t do it, could the ancestors help? As long as my son can be turned around, I’m willing to pay any price."

Regardless of her parental or marital family, both were influential local aristocrats.

Not to mention anything else, this situation alone would cause her family to lose face entirely if spread.

Besides, she had only one son; if he doesn’t like women, where will her grandchildren come from?

Local aristocratic succession never favors females in charge!

She can’t just wait for her son’s business to conclude, then dispatch volunteers to steal her son’s thinking, and secretly enforce it...

Ning An truly couldn’t give a satisfactory answer to Song Yingxi’s question.

After all, personal preference is something others hardly influence.

Plus, her son has been studying abroad in Yingjiang, where trends and subjective thoughts constantly affect him.

Under such brainwashing of toxic ideologies, it’s terrifyingly difficult to correct him.

This is not about money but about how one perceives the world.

"Auntie, I think you can try to guide him more; after all, your son seems quite young, so there’s still a great chance of turning things around."

Song Yingxi let out a long sigh, followed by a period of prolonged silence.

The viewers in the livestream seemed to see their own mother in her.

"Sigh, we can’t really say her son is wrong; after all, it’s his own choice. Just truly feeling for Auntie, we all have mothers; if ours were stressed like this, it would break our hearts."

"Exactly, she carried him for ten months, giving all her love from infancy to adolescence, from adolescence to adulthood, from adulthood to now. For a mother, twenty years of her life are spent on her children; it’s not something easily acceptable."

"Whoa, I see my mom’s shadow in her, remembering my disobedience in the past, my mom worried the same way, now I realize I was truly a brat then."

"Back in high school, I didn’t study well, often playing cards in the dormitory, getting caught frequently by the head teacher; whenever my mom came, I didn’t understand her gaze, got annoyed thinking it was anger or disdain, but now I see, it was compassion, it was heartache."