The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 33

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Meanwhile, on the other side, after forcefully cutting the connection between the ghost child and its host, Yu Yuan slapped her palm gently on both Yu Qingqing and her manager's foreheads. A wave of exhaustion instantly hit them both.

"Focus your minds. You're going to see a person's face pop into your head. That's the ghost child's host—the one pulling the strings, the one trying to hurt you."

As she spoke, she wrapped the ghost kid up in a piece of red cloth and asked, "Do either of you recognize the host?"

"..."

Silence.

Yu Qingqing looked like she'd just swallowed a fly. Her face turned sour. "Yeah. I'd know him even if he was ashes."

"It's Mr. Wang from Xingchen Entertainment," her manager added, her face just as ugly. "Can't believe it's actually him..."

"I know, right?!" Yu Qingqing looked straight-up disgusted now. "I used to think he was such a kind, respectful senior. Turns out he's a total monster..."

If Yu Yuan hadn't warned her that day in the elevator, and if she hadn't suddenly remembered those words while being lured in by the ghost, she might not even be standing here right now.

Her manager clearly thought the same and gave her shoulder a supportive pat. "Well, at least now we know. We'll be extra careful moving forward. And steer clear of that Mr. Wang, period."

Yu Qingqing nodded with a tight frown, then looked at Yu Yuan. "Master Yu, is my place safe now?"

"It's fine," Yu Yuan replied. "But it'd be best to burn some mugwort or just open all the windows and let the sunlight in. Get rid of the leftover ghost energy."

"Got it!"

Yu Qingqing nodded furiously and followed Yu Yuan step for step, tailing her all the way to her front door.

Her manager assumed she was trying to pay Master Yu, so she quickly whipped out her phone—but before she could say anything, Yu Qingqing asked, eyes wide with awe:

"Master! Do you have any peace charms or talismans? I wanna buy one. Our industry's seriously too sketchy. I'm scared something might happen again!"

Two minutes later, inside the house, Little Yu Liang—currently lounging on the couch petting the dog and watching TV—suddenly felt his phone vibrate.

[Your savings account ending in 5797 received a deposit of RMB 220,000.00 on May 17. Available balance: RMB 420,378.15]

Yu Liang, the tiny money-loving gremlin: "!!!"

That was so much money! That could buy 20,000 pounds of meat!!!

"Mommy!"

Little Yu Liang came running over, phone in hand, tiny feet pattering across the floor. He was about to show her the screen when he noticed Yu Qingqing and her manager were still there, so he hesitated and stopped.

"Master Yu..."

Yu Qingqing was still being tugged on by her manager but clearly didn't want to leave. She snuck a peek at the tiny dumpling locked behind Yu Yuan, and at the big fluffy white puppy peeking its head through the door gap, then tightened her grip on the charm she'd just received.

"Can I... come visit often?"

Gua Gua's eyes lit up. "Woof!"

Yes, absolutely!!

It wagged its tail and did two excited laps around Yu Qingqing, tail fluff spinning like a propeller.

A-list celeb in the house!

She just said a few words and boom—instant juicy gossip. She was basically a walking, talking gossip generator! For Gua Gua, a proud one-third of this household, she was clearly a premium guest—one of those rare "brings-value-to-the-family" VIPs.

Not to mention... she just brought in 220,000 yuan in cold, hard cash! Respect.

"Gua Gua!"

Little Yu Liang gently tugged the fluffy Samoyed away from clinging to Yu Qingqing. His tiny hand patted the big dog head.

"Don't scare big sister!"

"Not at all, not at all!" Yu Qingqing waved her hands quickly. "I love dogs!"

Pfft, please. She was so close to Master Yu now—forget dogs, even if Master Yu raised cockroaches, she'd pet one right on the head and say: "Wow, this little bugger looks so strong and sturdy!"

The manager noticed Master Yu didn't seem bothered and, after another glance at the ghost kid still dangling from Yu Yuan's hand, visibly shivered.

She nudged Yu Qingqing twice, who pretended not to notice and kept happily petting the Samoyed's head like she didn't just almost die last night.

In the end, the manager had to grab her arm and say goodbye herself, "Master Yu, Qingqing's got a schedule later, so we'll head out now. Please take care of yourself too."

Yu Yuan yawned and waved them off.

Yu Qingqing, seeing the tired look on her face, sensibly followed her manager out. She gave a polite little wave before leaving.

Once the two of them disappeared into the elevator, Yu Yuan finally went back inside with the limp ghost kid still in her hand.

On the TV, an animated cartoon full of puppies was playing. Little Yu Liang followed behind his mom. When he saw her walking straight into the kitchen, he poked his head through the doorway.

"Mommy, what are you looking for? I know where everything in the kitchen is! I can help you find it!"

Yu Yuan held up the unconscious ghost child and gave it a shake.
"Do we have any pickle jars? One just a little bigger than this guy would do."

"Pickle... jars?"

The question hit Yu Liang right in the unknown territory. His little kitchen expert brain glitched. He blinked in confusion.

What was that for?

[Host! Host! What's a pickle jar?!]

The big fluffy Samoyed came bouncing in, happily wagging its tail, rubbing its dog face against Yu Yuan's leg. Then it noticed the pitch-black thing hanging from her gloved hand.

It padded over curiously—only for its entire body to puff out like a snowball the second it got a clear look.

[AAAAHHHHH!]

[What IS that thing?!]

[Is that a... a CHILD?!]

Its baby voice echoed non-stop in Yu Yuan's head—honestly more annoying than the ghost child earlier.

Yu Yuan took a deep breath, turned her head, and smacked the big dog right on its fluffy noggin.

"Shut it. One more scream and I'm sending you back to the system space."

Gua Gua: "..."

Yu Liang, sweet little thing, gave Gua Gua a gentle pat of comfort.

Yu Yuan sighed, clearly running out of steam.

"Forget it. Liang Liang, do we have any canning jar?"

She rubbed her pounding head, suddenly very tempted to open up that system shop Gua Gua kept mentioning.

This whole "do nothing but eat and sleep" kind of lifestyle... was starting to feel like a weird, passive form of house arrest.

"Canning jar..."

Lil dumpling Yu Liang tilted his head, thinking hard. Then his eyes lit up.

"We do! Mommy, wait here—I'll go find it!"

Gua Gua trotted along behind him, tail wagging like crazy, fully vibing with the mission. The two little beans soon came back with a clear glass jar, just barely bigger than the ghost kid.

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