The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 15

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Still feeling on edge, she glanced nervously at Yu Yuan, who was now sitting calmly in a nearby chair. Her lips trembled as she spoke. "Miss Yu..."

She swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how much of a mess she looked. Quickly wiping her face, she hesitated before whispering, "Sorry for disturbing you this late."

"It's fine," Yu Yuan replied, cutting straight to the point. "If you need help with something, just tell me."

Yu Qingqing took a sip of water. The heat stung her lips, the small pain snapping her mind back into focus.

"I..." She cautiously lifted her gaze, staring at the woman in front of her.

Even in an industry full of beautiful people, Yu Yuan still stood out. Just a week ago, Yu Yuan was the black-and-red* celebrity who stole all the attention from her on the red carpet. But now, she just sat there, composed and unshaken. Her gaze was light yet steady, carrying an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

(*Black-and-red (黑红) refers to celebrities who gain popularity through both fame and controversy, meaning they have both fans and haters.)

Even the terror from the strange events earlier that night seemed to fade.

"Miss Yu," Yu Qingqing bit her lip uncertainly. "Do you remember what you told me in the elevator today?"

"Of course I do," Yu Yuan said, her voice unconsciously softening as she noticed the dark shadow lingering over Yu Qingqing's forehead. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"N-No, it's not that..." Yu Qingqing clutched the cup tightly and shook her head. Her reddened eyes were half-hidden by her long, well-maintained hair. "This might sound rude, but... Miss Yu, did you already know this was going to happen to me tonight?"

Yu Yuan knew she wouldn't believe it. When atheists encountered the supernatural, they usually assumed someone was playing tricks on them. Yu Qingqing was a top student from a prestigious university—naturally, she preferred to seek a scientific explanation first.

Too bad she wouldn't get the answer she was hoping for.

"Mm, during the day, the black energy between your brows was way too heavy. The moment you walked in, the negative aura on you almost filled up the entire elevator," Yu Yuan pointed to the space between her own eyebrows. "This area, the 'hall of impressions,' mainly reflects recent fortune and misfortune. Not only was yours unusually dark during the day, but something was also following you."

"S-Something was following me?" Yu Qingqing's face instantly turned pale.

"A ghost baby, pitch-black all over, wearing a red cotton jacket," Yu Yuan sank into the sofa, lazily lifting her gaze. "You should have seen it yourself by now."

Yu Qingqing: "......"

Her expression could no longer be described as just bad. Her usually radiant face had turned paper-white, her well-shaped lips completely drained of color.

"I... I did see it..."

Recalling the horrifyingly dark face that had loomed over her the moment she woke up, Yu Qingqing couldn't help but shudder. Her tears, which she had just managed to hold back, once again streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Yu Yuan was right. It was that ghost baby in the red cotton jacket.

That night, she had taken melatonin, planning to go to bed early so she could wake up fresh for a shoot the next morning. But just as she was drifting between sleep and wakefulness, she suddenly heard a sharp child's voice calling her "Mommy"—tugging at her, trying to lead her out of her home.

She had almost gotten up in a daze. But then, out of nowhere, Yu Yuan's words from earlier in the day echoed in her mind:

"Miss Yu, the redness at the edge of your eyes suggests a mess of bad romance. I live in 2127. If anything happens tonight that you can't handle, come find me at 2127."

A sudden feeling of falling jolted her wide awake.

And then—she saw something she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Her bed faced the balcony, where the lights from streetlamps and the residential complex illuminated the space. But in that dim glow, she saw it—a black, shriveled baby floating in the air, dressed in a bright red cotton jacket.

It was no bigger than a brick, its red jacket unnervingly vivid against its pitch-black skin. It was hanging upside down right in front of her—so close that it was barely a palm's length from her face—staring at her with a sinister grin.

When it saw her wake up, its dry, cracked lips opened and closed, whispering in a chillingly sweet voice:

"Mommy, let's go. Daddy is waiting for us downstairs."

...

Yu Qingqing dug her fingers into her hair, her ghostly pale face twisted in anguish. Her delicate features scrunched together in distress.

"I don't even know how I got involved in this... I haven't gone anywhere or messed with anyone," she muttered.

She was a girl from a small town who had stumbled into the entertainment industry by sheer luck. From the very beginning, she had been extra cautious—always careful, always hardworking, never slacking off, never offending anyone.

She had done everything right. So why had she still ended up in trouble?

A cool hand patted her shoulder. Instantly, the heavy, suffocating feeling in her chest dissipated, as if a fog had been lifted.

Startled, she turned to look at Yu Yuan, whose gaze was calm and steady.

"You just ran into something dirty. Your emotions are easily influenced by these things, so try not to overthink it," Yu Yuan said gently. "Your career line is clear and smooth, with a protective aura of purple energy. If you can stay true to yourself, you'll have a bright future ahead of you."

"Go get some rest," she added, gesturing toward a nearby room. "For tonight, just stay here and have someone pick you up in the morning. Move somewhere else for a couple of days, and I'll take care of the thing in your house once I have time."

"So... you just crashed at a stranger's place for the night?"

In the private van speeding through the night, Yu Qingqing's manager had just rushed back and was listening to her story like it was some kind of supernatural thriller.

Yu Qingqing took a sip of ginger tea and nodded.

Even though she had been scared out of her mind just now, she remembered that before going to bed last night, Master Yu had specially lit a calming incense by her bedside. Surprisingly, she had actually slept quite soundly.

Now, as she recalled yesterday's events with her manager, the fear was still there, but at least she wasn't panicking as much.

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