The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 38

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Barely ten minutes later, Zhou Xi came downstairs with her laptop in hand, and Zhou Yu was already waiting outside.

The moment the door of the luxury sports car swung open, a gust of night wind sent chicken feathers flying everywhere. The front passenger seat was a storm of fluff. In the cages, little yellow chicks and ducklings bounced up and down, while two hens and one massive rooster were cramped into two cages nearby.

Zhou Xi and her livestream chat: "......"

[Okay but like... who puts livestock in a million-yuan sports car?? What did my humble little pickup do to deserve this slander??]

[It's over. Look at all those chickens and ducks in that car—my wallet is already crying. How much is it gonna cost to clean that thing?!]

[We have a rich kid in the wild, people!]

...

Watching his sister's eyes go wide in disbelief, Zhou Yu followed her gaze to the feathery chaos inside the car and shivered twice out of instinct. He cautiously called out, "Sister?"

Zhou Xi, suddenly remembering she had over a hundred thousand people watching her livestream: "......"

QWQ

Great. Just great. With a brother like this, her image as a gold-tier talent manager was toast.

To cut the embarrassment short, Zhou Xi didn't say a word—just grabbed the chicken cages, tossed them into the back seat, and slipped into the front passenger seat herself.

Her voice instantly dropped to freezing-point levels. "Drive."

Zhou Yu didn't dare argue. His sister felt like a volcano that could go off at any moment—and if it did, the casualty would definitely be him. Card frozen, allowances gone, rich kid turned broke loser.

Wiping away his invisible tears, Zhou Yu's eyes couldn't help but wander over to the laptop in her lap.

She was holding it with the screen facing outwards. The pose bugged him—it looked oddly familiar. He stared for a second, and then it hit him: this was exactly how people carried framed photos of the deceased at funerals, walking beside the coffin.

He hesitantly tried to say something, "Uh... Sis, about that..."

"Zhou Yu." Her voice dropped even colder, like it had been marinated in -40 degree ice and served up on a northern winter gust. "Today, you talk when I say you can. If you say one extra word, I swear you'll be sleeping on the street tomorrow."

Zhou Yu: "......"

They were siblings! Blood-related! Did she really have to go full mafia threat on him?

He glanced at the time, pulled out his phone, and tapped into a livestream room with practiced precision. The comments were flying non-stop, but there was no streamer on screen—just a long, empty neon-lit highway.

Zhou Yu frowned, glanced at the stream, then at the road through the windshield.

Huh... kinda looked familiar?

Even that giant rose bush on the side looked the same.

"Sis, I..."

"Shut up!"

Zhou Yu: "......"

Fine, I won't talk! No need to be so savage!

Following the address his sister had sent him earlier, he drove north toward Sky City. But when they got close, the road turned muddy, and before he knew it, they were surrounded by cornfields.

"Huh?"

Zhou Yu looked ahead, then behind.

No sign of Sky City's signature high-rise buildings or the cute orange-lit observation deck. Just endless rows of corn.

"Where the heck are we?" he muttered, reversing the car slightly. But no matter how far back he went, it was still just cornfields.

[WTF! AAAHHH MOM HELP! I swear this was just an empty lot earlier! Where the hell did all this corn come from?!]

[(suspicious) Wait... is this that ghost maze thing people talk about?!]

[High-yang energy user here—YESSSS FINALLY! I get to witness a ghost maze in real life!]

Even as the car kept reversing, the surroundings didn't change. Still the same rows of corn. And weirdest of all, even though it was mid-summer, the corn was fully grown and ripe already, with reddish tassels like blood threads.

"Streamer?" Zhou Xi's voice cracked just a little. "Streamer, you still there?"

Her voice came from beside him—and also from the phone in his hand. Zhou Yu's eyes widened as he slowly turned to look at her, only to be met with her cold, annoyed glare.

Zhou Yu: "QWQ"

[HAHAHA no way! What are the odds?! The little bro's in the livestream too!]

[This combo of scared + pitiful is weirdly hilarious.]

[Zhou Yu: Thought I was just a regular viewer... turns out I'm IN the freaking show!]

[I was about to lose it from fear but then boom—bro is watching the stream too... instant comedy.]

[Guys, let's keep it down a little for the sake of this poor kid's mental health. But also—HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA]

Yu Yuan was munching on the fried chicken pieces that little Yu Liang had offered her. Hearing the commotion, she wiped her mouth and spoke up, "I'm here. I've been watching you two this whole time. Don't panic now—Qingshan Mist, go to the back seat and grab that rooster from the cage. Keep the car moving. Don't stop."

Her voice was calm and steady, like a warm hand reaching out in the dark. That steadiness gave the panicking siblings a huge boost of confidence.

As the car rolled forward again, faint echoes of opera singing started drifting in, each note sharper than the last. Up ahead, a white luxury car suddenly appeared.

Zhou Xi caught sight of the license plate and froze, eyes wide. "That's our boss's car!"

Meng Qianhe felt like her head was swimming.

The opera singer on stage dragged out the melodies, each one longer than the last. Meanwhile, the chill in the air clung more tightly to her body—but it wasn't uncomfortable. Somehow, it felt like this was how it was supposed to be. Still, her mind was growing fuzzier by the second.

Somewhere in the haze, she thought she heard the ghostly troupe master let out a laugh—sharp and stretched-out like a needle dragging through her brain.

"What a perfect day... two more guests just walked in, hehehe..."

And just like that, the chill at her side vanished. It felt like the ghostly troupe master had left her side.

Staring at the eerie figure in white robes drifting across the stage, Meng Qianhe's forehead prickled with pain. Suddenly, she remembered the two yellow talismans her godson and goddaughter had gifted her out of filial piety.

Where had she put those talismans?

Her thoughts felt like they were swimming through concrete. After a long, painful pause, she finally remembered—right, she'd tossed them into her bag without thinking.

And where was her bag...?

Oh—she was still holding it in her hand.

Her eyes stayed locked on the stage as she, half-conscious, slowly reached into her bag. Before her fingers even brushed the talismans, she felt a sudden burst of heat inside—like grabbing a branding iron straight out of a fire. The shock of it jolted her brain wide awake.

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