The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 34

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Yu Yuan gently stuffed the mini ghost into the jar, sealed it up with a yellow talisman, and tucked it beneath the altar to the old grandmaster. She covered it with a red cloth.

In the dim storage room, her fingertips traced the cool glass.

"You were cursed at birth, burdened with sins you never asked for. Once you've cleansed all that darkness here beside our grandmaster, I'll help you reincarnate peacefully."

The jar wobbled once... twice... then finally stilled.

Yu Yuan sat down on a little meditation cushion, her breathing slowing. She didn't even realize how long she'd been asleep like that, until Gua Gua came nosing in to drag her off to lunch.

Over on Kun Yuan's side, the young ones were all hyped about their new treasures—some cherishing their protective charms like rare artifacts, others treating the little clay statues like precious collectibles. They practically sped all the way home without stopping. Xiao Nan dragged his cousin Xiao Bei to go buy a home altar and offerings, while Kun Yuan took the two extra charms and headed straight to her parents' place.

Dad was off work that day, lounging on the couch with Mom, both of them locked into some TV drama.

"Mooom! Moooom!"

"Mom!"

The moment the siblings walked in, it was a full-on chorus. On the couch, Father Kun hugged his wife a little tighter, shooting them a sour look.

"Tch. Their dad's sitting right here, big and alive, but no one sees him."

"Aww, c'mon Dad, scoot over a little, will ya?"

Ignored and now exiled from his prime couch spot, Father Kun grumbled while the siblings plopped down between the parents. Carefully, they pulled two little yellow triangle charms from their bags.

"Look, Mom, Dad—we brought you guys something amazing!"

Mom squinted at the charm, raising an eyebrow. "What is this... some kinda talisman?"

"Yep!" Kun Kun beamed, already helping his Mom wear one. "Straight from a real master. Totally legit. Full protection mode!"

Kun Yuan tried to help her Dad put his on, but he immediately backed away, face stiff like he'd smelled something nasty. "Nope. Not doing it. I don't believe in that mumbo jumbo."

"Daaad, don't be like that!" Kun Kun puffed his cheeks. "You remember Old Tang next door? His kid Tang Xiangnan almost died! If it weren't for the master, Uncle Tang would've been buying him a coffin already!"

Standing there with sparkly anime eyes, Kun Kun recounted the whole spooky tale in full dramatic detail. Every sentence had "the master said" in it, like he was straight-up promoting a cult idol.

Mom was halfway convinced already, curiosity piqued.

"Wait... you guys said we know this master too? Who is it?"

Before Kun Yuan could even open her mouth, Kun Kun jumped in like a rabid fanboy.

"Mom, you definitely know her! Master Yu Yuan—she's that actress! Remember her?!"

Mother Kun Mom, who had been like 70% convinced, just: "......"

She looked between her completely "converted" kids and sighed.

"Alright, I'll give it to your godmother instead. That girl Yu Yuan's one of the artists under her agency anyway. Let her try it out first and see if it works."

At Entertainment First, the moment Meng Qianhe got to work that afternoon, she spotted two yellow triangle-shaped talismans sitting on her desk.

Her face instantly darkened.

"Who put these weird-ass things on my table?!"

Her assistant came jogging over, clearly panicked.

"Boss Meng! Madam Kun dropped them off! She said they're from your godchildren—Kun Kun and Yuan Yuan. They also said to check out a female celeb named Yu Yuan!"

Hearing the names of her precious godchildren, Meng Qianhe's thunderstorm face eased a bit.

"Those two? Fine, whatever then."

She plopped down into her chair, then glanced at the assistant again.

"Wait, who did you say? Yu Yuan?"

The assistant nodded, "Yes, that's the name Mrs. Kun said."

"Alright, got it. You can get back to work."

Meng Qianhe had definitely heard of the name Yu Yuan before—she was infamously famous, a scandal magnet with not a single positive headline to her name.

The agency Yu Yuan was signed with was actually under her name. It had been doing pretty well these past few years, but her focus had long since shifted from the entertainment biz to the more promising field of new energy tech.

In recent years, she'd been fully immersed in the new energy tech world, barely paying attention to that entertainment agency anymore. Maybe... it was time to check in on things?

She pushed the thought to tomorrow afternoon and dove back into her current workload.

In the blink of an eye, night had fallen outside. After powering through two back-to-back meetings, Meng Qianhe slumped into her chair, rolling her neck to ease the tension. Her sharp gaze softened the moment it landed on a photo frame on her desk.

Inside was a photo of a chubby baby at his hundred-day celebration—round cheeks, soft smile. That was her grandson, now just over a year old.

Her hand gently stroked the photo of her grandson, and like clockwork, her thoughts drifted to her brilliant son—gone too soon.

Two years ago, he and her husband had gone out of town for a business trip. On the way back... a car crash. Both gone, just like that.

Two years ago, her son and husband had gone on a business trip together, only to get into a car accident on the way back. Both of them died in the crash.

If it hadn't been for a young celebrity suddenly stepping forward, claiming she was pregnant with her son's only child, Meng Qianhe wasn't sure she would've made it through the grief.

Thankfully, the child gave her something to hold on to—a sliver of comfort amidst the loss.

The only regret? The kid didn't look anything like her son. Instead, he took after his mother—the same woman who was always causing drama while clinging to resources. On top of that, he cried all the time, not even a tenth as easy to handle as his dad had been as a kid.

Meng Qianhe sighed, staring out the window at the glowing skyline.
Suddenly, she missed her grandson a little too much.

Without a second thought, she grabbed her bag and hit the road, heading straight for her daughter-in-law's place.

But halfway there, things got... weird.

Halfway through the drive, the once brightly lit road suddenly lost all its streetlights. The surroundings grew more and more remote, and even though the GPS showed nothing out of the ordinary, a sense of unease started creeping up on her.

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