Xia Tian's words brought the entire hall to a standstill.
Two seconds later—
Clap, clap, clap!
One person began to applaud, then the room erupted into thunderous applause.
The young nurses looked at Xia Tian with stars in their eyes.
"Oh my god, Dr. Xia is so handsome!"
"I want to marry him so bad."
"Snap out of it! A treasure like Dr. Xia? Girls like us could only admire him from afar and quietly protect him from the shadows."
Xia Tian had always been warm and courteous at the hospital. He treated colleagues with kindness and humility, which earned him widespread admiration. Now, with this incident, he had become the Prince Charming in the hearts of many young nurses.
The reporters stared at Xia Tian, momentarily dazed.
They hadn't known much about him before, but now… his words made them pause and reflect.
He was right.
What dignity is there in death?
Is dignity more important than being alive?
In that moment, Xia Tian was no longer just a strikingly handsome doctor to them—he was a man of integrity, of conviction, and noble character.
A female reporter leaned forward, holding the microphone up to him.
"Rumor has it that your girlfriend broke up with you right there in McDonald's, and her new boyfriend even slapped you. Is that true?"
Damn.
Getting dumped was one thing—but being slapped by the new guy too?
Public humiliation. A green hat and a red handprint.
For a man, that's a brutal blow to the ego.
At that exact moment—
In a lavish presidential suite, Li Tiantian and Song Pengfei had just finished their business. They were casually watching a livestream on their phone.
A familiar figure popped up on the screen.
"Isn't that Xia Tian? He's being interviewed on the news?"
Just two days ago, the image of Xia Tian wielding a kitchen knife was still etched into Song Pengfei's memory. He cursed under his breath—but as the interview continued, he smirked.
"Haha, that reporter is savage. Even asked about the cheating."
"That's wild."
Li Tiantian glanced at the screen. Five years of relationship passed like a fleeting dream. She sneered.
"That idiot thinks saving someone makes him a hero?"
"Pengfei, are you ready for round two?"
As she spoke, her hand slipped downward.
Suddenly, Song Pengfei shouted.
"Sh*t, what the hell did he just say?"
On screen, Xia Tian wore his white coat and glasses. His hair was clean-cut, his features composed. He had the air of someone you could entrust your life to.
"The breakup? It's true. And yes, I was slapped."
"I was with Li Tiantian for five years. For money, she went and became Song Pengfei's mistress—sorry, not mistress, sixth mistress. There were three others ahead of her. The day before the breakup, she was still playing mahjong all night with them."
His words stunned the crowd.
Dude. It's a livestream!
You're really saying all this on camera?
The female reporter coughed awkwardly, clearly embarrassed.
"Dr. Xia, maybe… that wasn't necessary. I mean, the relationship is over. Isn't it better to part ways peacefully?"
"Yeah, seriously. You're airing dirty laundry on livestream."
"Calling her out by name? That's too much."
"What a petty man…"
Xia Tian glanced at the reporter and the women speaking. His expression was cold.
"Part ways peacefully?"
"Did I cause a scene? Demand compensation? Call her incessantly? Stalk her? No. I did nothing."
"I've been the perfect ex—vanished like I was dead. Not a single message after the breakup."
"As for what I said—if she could do those things, why can't I say them?"
That slap from Song Pengfei had woken him up.
Love? What a joke.
Five years of love, worthless next to a pile of cash.
If the breakup had been clean, he might've wished her well.
But damn it—he got cheated on and humiliated. What, was he supposed to be Buddha?
Turning back to the cameras, Xia Tian continued.
"As for Song Pengfei—he slapped me. I'm a civilized man. I don't raise my hand in return. But there's something I do want to say to him."
"I don't want to see either of those two again."
"So let me just say it here."
"I dated Li Tiantian for five years. We spent four weekends a month together, one night out each weekend. Two rounds per night. That's eight times a month—480 times in five years."
"Back then, we were broke students, so we stayed at cheap motels—100 yuan a night. Divide that by two, that's 50 yuan per round."
The room fell dead silent.
This… was going somewhere unexpected.
The internet exploded.
"Dr. Xia, I think you're… driving without a license."
"Holy hell, that's some top-tier math. Respect, Doctor."
"I'm crying, this is too much. Song Pengfei is the ultimate backup husband!"
"Backup husband! Backup husband! Backup husband! Backup husband!"
The cameraman leaned in and whispered to the producer:
"Should we… cut the livestream?"
The producer's eyes lit up like fireworks. He was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Cut it? Hell no! This is gold! We're going viral! If Xia Tian keeps this up, I'll get him trending number one on Weibo!"
Back in the hotel room, Song Pengfei stared at the flood of comments calling him a "backup husband." His face darkened. He turned and slapped Li Tiantian across the face.
"You f**king b*tch!"
"Xia Tian hit that over 400 times and now you're with me? What do you take me for, a charity worker?!"
Li Tiantian sat there, stunned.
In this era of emotional warfare, what college couple doesn't rent a room?
She clutched her face and snapped.
"You knew all that when you chased me! Didn't you say you didn't care?"
"And what about you? Haven't you been with other women?"
"What gives you the right to hit me?!"
Song Pengfei had one particular habit—stealing other men's girlfriends. Every time he stole one, it gave him a sense of superiority. He used to think he genuinely liked Li Tiantian.
But now?
Now, he just felt disgusted.
"Get the hell out!"