The Villain’s Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 3

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Like the original character, she was an artist under the agent Sister Xin. If the original character was merely forced to accompany others for meals and drinks, then this young girl was being coerced into more—forced to engage in socializing and other unpleasant activities. A good university student was ruthlessly turned into a socialite.

It seemed that the manager had done too many evil things, and someone couldn't wait to take her in.

Zhang Qing let out two screams at Yu Yuan, seemingly not expecting Yu Yuan to be able to see her. Even when she did see her, Yu Yuan remained so calm. Zhang Qing growled in warning and pressed harder on the manager's face.

"Ow, damn it!"

The manager, who had been waiting for Yu Yuan to back down, suddenly felt a sharp pain on her face and couldn't help but curse. She wiped her face with her hand, and her fair fingertips were stained with a few drops of bright red blood.

"Blood..." She wiped her face again in disbelief, "Why is my face bleeding..."

She murmured twice, and didn't think about the matter in a supernatural way. She just glared at Yu Yuan with disgust and displeasure, and cursed, "Look at this damn place you live in, there are still mosquitoes at this time!"

She thought the blood on her face was mosquito blood.

The manager was no longer young. The money and time invested every day for this face had reached an exaggerated level. Seeing that the purpose of coming here today had been achieved, although it seemed that Yu Yuan had not been taught any lesson, her face was more important at this time.

Sweeping the air around her with her hand, she frowned and warned, "Tonight at 9:30, I will give you another chance. You'd better be on time, otherwise we will settle the new and old accounts together!"

Tonight at 9:30, it was a big boss in the circle who took the initiative to call Yu Yuan.

Although this woman could never be popular, it must be said that her face was still very good, otherwise she would not have scandals with so many male stars in the circle and be blackened by so many male stars' fans.

The manager stepped on high heels and twisted her waist and left.

Looking at the figure of the manager going away and the female ghost squatting on her shoulder, Yu Yuan closed the door and turned on the computer. In the puzzled little baby voice of the melon-eating system, she opened the Guabo and sent a message with the original character account:

[The third quarter of the You Hour*, avoid the water route.]

(*You Hour (酉时 yǒu shí) refers to a two-hour period from 5:00 PM to 7:00 PM in the traditional Chinese 12-hour time system. 三刻 (sān kè) means three-quarters of an hour (in the traditional system, one 刻 = 15 minutes). According to Ming & Qing Dynasty System, it's 5:45 pm.)

Finally tagged the manager Sister Xin.

The moment the message was sent, the black fans came out and the comment area was immediately flooded.

The manager saw the message when she got back to the car. She frowned and ignored it, "What..."

She made an appointment with the beauty salon.

In the community, seeing Yu Yuan turn off her phone, put on her clothes and go out, the melon-eating system didn't understand what she was doing just now, and couldn't help asking, [Host, what were you doing just now!]

Yu Yuan straightened her collar and said in a faint voice, "Nothing, just making melons."

The melon you ate must have been fresh, but the melon you created was definitely popular.

Sitting in the rushing car, Sister Xin took out the makeup mirror, and her bloody face appeared in the mirror.

A red mark appeared on the bridge of her nose between her eyes on her carefully maintained face, and it was faintly oozing with blood.

She brushed her fingers on the wound and couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss".

Why did it hurt so much?

The navigation system alerted her to a traffic camera ahead. She quickly flipped the vanity mirror down on the passenger seat. Just then, she noticed a man in an old, beat-up car beside her rolling down his window, gesturing wildly, saying something she couldn't quite hear.

Sister Xin rolled her eyes and flicked her hair.

He didn't even bother looking in the mirror to see what kind of person he was, yet he dared to imitate others and try to flirt.

She continued driving forward, ignoring him. Suddenly, the beat-up black car cut in front of her, forcing her to brake abruptly. The sudden stop sent her lurching forward, her face nearly colliding with the windshield.

She touched her nose, which had just been done last month, and she was furious.

"You are sick!" Sister Xin put on a mask and got out of the car, worried that her face would be photographed. "You are trying to stop cars like in TV dramas. Look at your shabby car and your face. What do they have to do with TV dramas!"

"Big sister."

The owner of the black car who stopped her was an old uncle with wrinkles all over his face. He seemed to have not understood what she said at all. He pointed to the front in a "rustic" Mandarin.

"What are you upset about? That's a reservoir ahead! If you keep driving this way, you'll lose your life!"

Sister Xin frowned and pushed him away, almost laughing in exasperation. "Is this some new internet meme? I'm just following the GPS!"

She reached into the car window and took out her phone. "Look, isn't this Ping'an Ave..."

She didn't say the last word of "avenue". She looked at Shengjiang Avenue on the navigation, and the irony in her eyes was immediately replaced by horror.

The uncle came over to take a look and said anxiously, "What Ping'an Avenue? Isn't it written Shengjiang Avenue? If I had stopped you a little later, you and your car would have rushed into the reservoir!"

Sister Xin rubbed her eyes hard and looked up. There was sparkling water in the distance, reflecting the warm sunshine above her head. Now was the time when the flowers and trees are growing. In such a peaceful and quiet spring scene, she felt a chill rising from her shoulders and neck.

"But... I remember I took Ping'an Avenue..."

"Ping'an Avenue? Look, is it the reservoir in front of you?"

The uncle nagged and reminded her for a few words, and made sure that she was not a suicidal person, and then drove away.

Staring at the beautiful scenery on the water for a long time, with the scorching sun in the sky, Sister Xin was scared and broke into a cold sweat.

"What's going on?"

She frowned and went back to the car. Before the car started, she received a call from the beauty salon.

"Hello?"

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