The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 35

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Finally, the quiet was broken—up ahead, there was a group of people putting on an opera performance under bright lights.

Opera?

Not far ahead, a makeshift opera stage stood eerily in the dark. A blinding white incandescent bulb hung high above, casting its harsh glow over a small patch of land. On the stage, a performer caked in makeup sang passionately to a completely empty audience. The haunting melody stretched into the night, drifting eerily through the still air.

Even for a hardcore atheist, seeing someone performing traditional opera in the middle of nowhere, at night, to no one, with that piercing, sorrowful tone scratching at your ears—it was creepy as hell.

Meng Qianhe's brows furrowed, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

As she sped past the ghostly stage, she instinctively slammed the gas pedal, trying to get out of there fast. But before she could even exhale in relief—another stage appeared up ahead.

Then a third.

By the third repetition, even the most skeptical person would realize—they'd stumbled into a ghost loop.

Her whole body went cold. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her eyes locked dead ahead, not daring to blink for fear that the next time they opened, there'd be a twisted ghost face plastered against her windshield.

Unfortunately, the horror came even faster than she expected.

On her seventh pass by the stage, a pale-faced middle-aged man was suddenly just there, standing in the middle of the road. Meng Qianhe barely managed to slam the brakes in time—the screech echoed through the silence like a pig's dying scream, shrill and terrifying.

When she finally looked up again, the man was gone.

She darted her eyes around, heart finally starting to settle—until a sharp knock on the window made her soul nearly leave her body.

A face—deathly pale, drained of all color—was pressed right up against her window. The man grinned, teeth ghost-white in the dark.

"Ma'am, are you looking for me?"

Meng Qianhe froze. Her heart pounded in her ears like war drums. She slowly, mechanically turned her head—and saw the man's mouth curling in a grotesque smile that nearly reached his ears.

"Ma'am, I noticed you passed by our opera troupe quite a few times... Why not stay a while and enjoy a show?"

In just two days, Kun Yuan transferred 395,000 over, and Yu Qingqing sent 220,000. All of a sudden, Yu Yuan's wallet was seriously stacked.

There was still 420,000 left on the little dumpling's card, which Yu Yuan planned to use for renting a decent courtyard to turn into a dojo. She opened a new card and stashed away another 200,000—just in case, for daily expenses and the little dumpling's tuition.

Haishi didn't have many mountains, and spots good enough for a dojo were basically nonexistent. Yu Yuan took advantage of lunchtime—while everyone else was eating—to go check out potential locations. She didn't find a single backup option... but somehow ended up napping straight through till nightfall.

By the time the little dumpling shook her awake, the whole room had already gone pitch black. From the window, she could barely make out the faint outline of the moon.

It probably wasn't time for the lights to kick on yet. The streetlamps in the neighborhood were swallowed up by the darkness, blending right in.

In this kind of setting, Gua Gua—the big ol' white dog—stood out like a glowing sign.

[Host! You've been asleep for like five or six hours already! Liangliang came in to wake you three times and you didn't even flinch!]

The "Liangliang" Gua Gua was talking about was currently crouched at the edge of his mommy's bed. Tiny and pitiful, he was staring at her with a worried look on his face.

[See? See?!] Gua Gua huffed in outrage. [You scared him half to death!]

Yu Yuan's eyes were always a little different from everyone else's. Maybe it was the years of training in her sect's techniques, but to her, there was no difference between light and dark. Even after she crossed over into this world, that ability stuck with her new body.

Which meant she could clearly see every expression on the little dumpling's face.

She looked into his misty amber eyes and, after a moment of hesitation, stiffly raised her hand and gently ruffled his hair.

"You got scared?"

Her voice from above was soft, and just like that, the tears little Yu Liang had been holding back burst free.

He scrubbed at his eyes with both hands. He didn't nod, didn't shake his head either, but his tiny voice trembled with emotion. "There was a girl on TV today... no matter how much they called her mom, she just wouldn't wake up. The adults on TV said she was already dead..."

He was just a little scared.

Scared the fox spirit wouldn't work anymore. Scared his mom would go back to the way she used to be. Scared that everything good right now would disappear...

But most of all, he was scared he'd never be able to wake his mom up again.

Gua Gua, realizing he'd just accidentally spoken it into existence, slunk into a corner, facing the wall like he was in timeout and not daring to make a sound.

Yu Yuan ruffled the kid's hair again. She knew—he was just overly sensitive because of the stuff he'd been through.

She let out a quiet sigh and decided: tonight she was definitely earning enough melon points to unlock that system shop or whatever it was.

"Your fox spirit's pretty amazing," she suddenly said in the dark.

Yu Liang looked up. In the heavy darkness, all he could make out was the soft profile of his mom's face and the warmth of her palm resting on his head.

He heard her continue, "Did you forget what happened yesterday? It'll protect you when you're in danger. A guardian spirit that favors you that much—there's no way it'd let you leave your mom."

The kid clutched the amulet hanging on his chest. His teary eyes lit up instantly. "Really?"

"Of course," Yu Yuan nodded.

He looked down at his amulet, eyes thoughtful. After a long pause, he suddenly piped up in his little kid voice, "Then I hope the fox spirit will protect Mommy too, and keep her safe."

His voice was soft and sweet, but his tone carried a kind of pure, stubborn sincerity.

Yu Yuan's hand twitched just a little on his head. Her lips curved into a small smile in the dark. "It will."

"It totally will!" Little Yu Liang beamed, tilting his head and grabbing her hand. "Mommy come on! It's almost nine o'clock—if we don't hurry, we won't finish dinner! There's shrimp tonight!"

During dinner, the little guy didn't stop piling food into Yu Yuan's bowl. By the time they were both done eating, it was already 8:55 p.m.

Just like always, she jumped into the livestream room right on time. But tonight, the vibe was totally different—the viewer count was way higher than usual. The moment the stream loaded, there were already thirty to forty thousand people waiting. Carnival effects were popping off the screen like fireworks.

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