The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 39

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Meng Qianhe: "!!!"

This stuff actually worked!

In a flash, she reached for the heat source. But just before she could pull the talismans out, two people sat down beside her—and the ghostly troupe master returned with them.

The chill crept back in almost instantly. But this time, with the talismans in her hand, her thoughts stayed sharp, and the cold didn't seep as deep into her bones.

Still, those two poor souls who had just wandered into this mess...

She risked a quick glance to the side and spotted a short-haired woman around thirty holding a laptop. When the woman noticed her looking, she shot her a cheeky wink.

Meng Qianhe: "???"

The eerie opera on stage was still dragging on with its high-pitched wails, the notes hanging in the air like something unsettling that couldn't be put into words.

To her right was the ghostly troupe leader nodding along with the rhythm, completely immersed in the performance. On her left were two young people holding a laptop. Meng Qianhe's grip tightened on the yellow talisman in her hand. That young woman who suddenly winked at her—there was something weirdly familiar about her.

Zhou Xi was also caught off guard the moment she saw Meng Qianhe.

This woman was their company's big boss—the godmother of Huaxia's entire entertainment industry. Even though in recent years her focus had shifted more toward promising new energy technologies, her influence in the entertainment world hadn't waned one bit.

No wonder Master Yu said her career turning point was here!

They'd literally been through life and death together—if she didn't get promoted after this, who else would?

She cradled her laptop and subtly turned her body so the boss could see what was on the screen.

Meanwhile, the livestream chat was absolutely blowing up.

[My mom just whooped me for blasting this creepy music at night... said I must be insane.]

[AAAAAHHH what the hell kind of haunted opera is this?! I've got goosebumps all over!]

[Y'all don't get it, stop talking nonsense! Whoever's on stage has to have at least thirty years of skill to pull off a sound like that! This is real mastery!]

[Now I get why my mentor always said I sucked at opera. Today I finally understand what it means to have actual vocal foundation... That voice is something else.]

[Wait a sec! You two up there, stop getting distracted! That's a freaking ghost! That's not a living person!]

[This place is creepy as hell! Where's the streamer?! Hey! Streamer! Get out here!]

[LOL I thought the meat bun earlier was unlucky, but nope—turns out there's always someone unluckier. Poor Qingshan Mist...]

[Whoever you are, don't be scared. You're totally getting promoted and a raise after this.]

Leaning back in her chair, Yu Yuan let out a small yawn and glanced at the time.

It was almost 10:30 p.m.

The heaviest wave of yin energy hit between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m. If they didn't make it out by eleven, she'd have to step in herself.

Still... she did a quick calculation and lowered her eyes.

Over on Qingshan Mist's side, her other destined "fated one" was still there. That person had some serious luck on their side. They might run into a few hiccups, but overall, things would probably turn out fine.

Zhou Xi subtly shifted again, angling the laptop just right to catch half of the woman's face beside her in the light.

The woman looked to be in her early forties, dressed in a champagne-colored tailored pantsuit. Her wavy hair was neatly tied back. Her skin was fair and perfectly maintained, with sharp eyes framed by tasteful makeup. When she looked toward the camera, her expression widened slightly.

Liang Ling, mid-sip of water, caught sight of that face and immediately spat water all over her laptop keyboard.

The poor laptop flickered and died with a sad little blackout. On the darkened screen, her own shocked reflection stared back at her.

Liang Ling blinked. The face on the screen blinked too.

She didn't even have time to wipe the water off as her brows slowly knit together and a heavy sense of dread crept up her spine.

That face—just now, that half-face she saw...

That had to be their boss, right?

Back where the ghost opera was happening, Meng Qianhe stared at the chaos in the livestream with the same expression as an old man on the subway seeing a wild phone video for the first time.

Especially when someone in the chat called her a "tragic boss"—that was when it finally clicked why that young woman with the laptop seemed so familiar.

At last year's annual meeting for the biggest entertainment company under her management, she had made a brief appearance... and she vaguely remembered that young woman giving a speech.

So... the unlucky guy sitting next to her was really one of her company's employees?

Zhou Yu sat on a cold, hard bench. His sister was next to him, ghost opera wailing in front of them, all high-pitched and piercing. Chilly wind kept sweeping past them, and that bone-deep cold made him feel like it was sinking straight into his marrow.

For a split second, he actually regretted answering his sister's call.

If it weren't for her, he'd probably be back at his homestay, building a little pen for the baby chicks and ducklings he just bought. No way he'd be sitting here listening to a ghost perform opera for him.

Then again... Zhou Yu sniffed a little. Having a ghost sing opera just for you? That was the kind of story he could brag about for the rest of his life.

"Whoo..."

Another freezing gust blew by. Zhou Yu instinctively pulled his jacket tighter, crossing his arms. Suddenly, he had the creepy feeling that something was staring at him.

He slowly turned his head—and somehow, the ghostly troupe leader, with his long, droopy face, was now sitting right next to him. The guy was dressed in a half-worn traditional robe and tunic, pale as death, squinting at him like he was sizing him up.

Zhou Yu: "..."

"You!"

That airy, echoing ghost voice came out of nowhere, suddenly focusing right in his ear. At the same time, the ghost leader's face swooped in close. Zhou Yu's eyes widened in horror as he saw two fat, wriggling white maggots crawl out of the ghost's eye sockets.

"..."

"Ugh—"

He tried to hold it in—he really did—but he lost the battle. Zhou Yu threw up. Right on the ghost's clothes. Full hit. No misses.

The icy atmosphere around them seemed to pause for a beat—maybe in sync with the ghost leader's rising fury—before a sudden, violent gust of wind kicked up dust everywhere, nearly blinding them.

"Don't just stand there—run!" a female voice shouted from Zhou Xi's laptop, snapping Meng Qianhe back to her senses.

Zhou Yu casually wiped his mouth with the ghost's tunic, then bolted to his feet without another word and followed his sister toward the car.

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