The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 31

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Yu Qingqing exchanged looks with her manager.

The manager took a quick glance inside. "Did... did the dog just invite us in?"

Yu Qingqing: "I think so?"

Both women carefully stepped inside. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Yu Yuan appeared from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water.

She took one look at Yu Qingqing—completely drenched, looking like she'd been through hell—and didn't seem the least bit surprised. She simply walked over and set the glass down.

"Tea?"

Yu Qingqing frantically waved her hands. "No, no, no need to trouble yourself!"

Yu Yuan didn't push the issue. But her manager couldn't hold back any longer.

"Master Yu, please, you have to help Qingqing!" She sounded desperate. "On the way here, she got drenched by a passing car, then nearly got crushed by a falling billboard. Just when we thought we were safe, the elevator broke down, so we had to take the stairs... and then she missed a step and rolled all the way down!"

Honestly, they were just grateful the stairwell wasn't covered in dust. Otherwise, with how soaked Yu Qingqing was, she'd have turned into a walking mud sculpture by now.

"Don't panic," Yu Yuan said calmly. "She's got a little ghost clinging to her, which is weakening her energy and messing with her luck. A streak of bad fortune like this is to be expected."

She glanced out the window. The sky had been turning pale when Gua Gua woke her up, but it was still dark enough that now wasn't exactly the best time to go ghost-hunting.

Right then, the quiet click of a door opening echoed through the room.

A small figure, wrapped in cow-print pajamas, shuffled out of a bedroom, tiny bare feet padding softly across the floor.

Gua Gua instantly wagged its tail and trotted over, pressing its fluffy body against the little one. The small child lazily flopped onto Gua Gua's back, nuzzling into the soft fur before sleepily lifting their head.

"Mommy..."

Yu Qingqing: "..."

Manager: "..."

...Mommy?

The two women stood there, stunned, not sure where to look.

They had come in expecting a psychic, a fortune teller, maybe even a bit of supernatural weirdness. What they hadn't expected was to find out that Yu Yuan—this notoriously controversial actress-turned-occultist—already had a kid.

And not just any kid.

Yu Qingqing took a closer look at the sleepy little face and gasped. "Liang Liang?!"

Her manager snapped her head toward the child, recognizing them instantly. It was the same kid from the elevator earlier!

"I..." Yu Qingqing suddenly felt like she had just stumbled upon some top-secret scandal. She tensed up, feeling both awkward and panicked.

But Yu Yuan? She didn't even blink at their reactions. Instead, she simply hummed in acknowledgment at the "Mommy" comment and moved on like nothing had happened.

"Have you two eaten yet? Should I order breakfast for you?"

"Oh, no, no need!" Yu Qingqing quickly waved her hands, trying to regain her composure. "I know this great breakfast place! My assistant is coming to pick me up soon—I'll have her bring four sets for all of us!"

A small tug at her sleeve made her pause.

Liang Liang was peeking up at her, tugging gently at her shirt. "Big sister, can you order a little extra?"

Yu Qingqing instinctively glanced toward Yu Yuan, who was quietly sipping her water. Then, she crouched down and playfully tapped the little one's cheek.

"Of course! What do you want? How about some steamed egg and pork dumplings?"

Liang Liang shook their head, then leaned in close, whispering, "Sister, my mom eats a lot. I'll pay you back, but can you ask your assistant to bring... ten breakfasts for her?"

Yu Qingqing: "..."

"T-ten?!"

Half an hour later, Yu Qingqing showed up with her assistant and driver. Each of them was carrying a small insulated food box, packed with fifteen breakfast sets in total.

Thanks to Yu Yuan being super persistent, what was originally supposed to be ten breakfasts turned into twelve.

Then, right in front of a very happy Yu Liang and a completely shocked Yu Qingqing and her crew, Yu Yuan basically inhaled thirteen breakfasts like a tornado. After clearing the table, she let out an elegant little burp.

"Let's go," she said, glancing at the sun that was now fully up. She waved at Yu Qingqing and the manager. "Time to go check out that creepy kid ghost in your room."

Yu Qingqing, who was wiping her mouth, froze. Her big almond eyes widened. "Master... do I have to come too?"

Her legs suddenly felt weak, and the red swelling on her ankle throbbed faintly. Just thinking about that shriveled little kid from the other night made her skin crawl.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Yu Yuan said as she changed shoes by the door. "Your manager can come with me instead."

"Wait, what?" The manager nearly choked on her soy milk. "Me? What good would I do, Master? If you need help, I can find someone else!"

Yu Yuan yawned, gave the two pale-faced women a look, and shook her head.

"I saw that little ghost once in the elevator. Its whole body was covered in golden runes. Looks like someone was keeping it. Aren't you even a little curious who's trying to mess with you two?"

Yu Qingqing's fists clenched at her sides, and the fear in her eyes slowly faded.

She'd been fighting to survive in the entertainment industry for years just to get where she was now. She'd always tried to be kind and stay out of drama—so who the hell wanted her gone?

She pressed her lips together. Her eyes sharpened in an instant. "Master, I'm going with you."

"I'm coming too!" the manager blurted out as soon as Yu Qingqing agreed. No way she was letting her go alone.

"Cool," Yu Yuan said, pushing the door open. She turned to the little fluffballs behind her. "I'll be right back. You two stay here and watch some TV."

"Okay!"

"Woof!"

The sunlight streaming in from the window landed softly on the couch, where a chubby kid and a big white dog were curled up, bathed in a golden glow.

Yu Yuan headed straight to Yu Qingqing's place with the two of them. When they reached the door, all three just stood there.

After about thirty seconds, Yu Yuan turned to look at them. "Wait, neither of you brought a key?"

"Uh... that's not it," the manager mumbled, eyeing the door, which was this uninviting shade of liver. Her heart was doing backflips. "Master Yu, are we just gonna... walk in like this?"

She flailed her hands around, gesturing wildly. "Don't we need to do some ritual or spell or something first?"

Yu Qingqing nodded along beside her. But looking at Yu Yuan—hands in her pockets, chill as ever—maybe all that dramatic stuff wasn't even necessary?

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