The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 59

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"Yu Yuan..." She reached out, trying to grab Yuyuan's hand, but Yu Yuan pulled away. "Yu Yuan... please help me, okay?"

Back when they were in the group, Yu Yuan always had that cold, distant aura, but she wasn't a terrible person to the others. Most of Jiang Jiang's earliest sponsorships had been passed down from Yu Yuan. But picking up crumbs from someone else's table had always made her feel bitter and ashamed, and over time, that shame had turned into something dark and ugly.

Those were memories she hated facing the most.

Jiang Jiang had thought Yu Yuan was still the same—soft-hearted and easy to sway. She looked up, full of hope, only to meet the mocking glint in Yu Yuan's eyes.

Yu Yuan asked, "Meng Qianhe treated you badly?"

She leaned back in her chair, posture relaxed, lips curled in a smirk. "Then tell me... is your son actually her biological grandson?"

"Is your son really her biological grandson?"

The words went off like a bomb in Jiang Jiang's head, instantly blowing away everything she'd planned to say.

"Yu... Yu uan..." She forced out a shaky smile after a long silence, her face pale. "What do you mean by that...?"

Yu Yuan lowered her gaze, eyes landing on the area between Jiang Jiang's brows—the Career Palace.

It had once glowed with a brilliant golden-purple hue, one of the strongest career fortunes Yu Yuan had ever seen. There had always been a faint streak of murky greenish-grey mixed in, but it was barely noticeable, just a speck drowned out by the sea of gold and purple—like the tip of an iceberg, not enough to affect anything major.

But the moment she spoke those words, the golden-purple dulled. That streak of green-grey surged like a waking dragon, eating away at the surrounding luck, dragging down the fortunes of her other facial palaces along with it.

"You really don't know what I mean?"

"..."

Jiang Jiang didn't remember how she got out of Yu Yuan's house. When she came to, she was already standing at the gate of the residential complex. A gust of wind blew past her from behind, and the sudden chill jolted her back to awareness.

Without realizing it, she'd broken out in a cold sweat.

Yu Yuan...

Jiang Jiang clenched her fists, face ghostly pale, her whole body trembling slightly.

She knew. Yu Yuan already knew her secret. Could it be... could it be that all that mystic stuff around her wasn't just an act—she actually had real skills?

The sharp edge of the sapphire ring on her finger scraped against her soft skin as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. That flash of pain dragged her out of her panic.

So what if she knew?

Even if she knew, what could she do about it?

No one—absolutely no one—was taking this life of wealth and luxury away from her. She was never going back to that pathetic life of bowing and scraping ever again.

The panic in her eyes slowly twisted into hatred. She pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Master? It's Jiang Jiang. Do you remember me? ...I want to talk business. Do you have time?"

After Jiang Jiang left, Yu Yuan also got a cab and headed out.

At the guesthouse, Zhou Yu was overseeing the move-in. Right in front of the main door, he'd had a large incense burner set up—looked impressively grand from the entrance.

"Master!" The moment he saw Yu Yuan walk in, Zhou Yu, dripping with sweat, greeted her with a big grin. "I've already sorted out the east wing. Want to take a look?"

"Once we clear out this room right across from the front door, I'll put an offering table here. That way, the moment anyone walks in, they'll see our ancestor..."

"I'm planning to plant a bodhi tree here, too. And I've ordered some saplings for the other spots. Good for the little wood spirits..."

Zhou Yu rattled off his plans non-stop as they walked toward the east wing.

That room was the one Yu Yuan had specifically asked for as her bedroom.

Zhou Yu pointed at the room next to it. "Master, I was thinking of turning this one into a kid's room. Liang Liang's still little, the vibe can't be too cold. Maybe wallpaper it with Doraemon?"

Yu Yuan glanced at the now-empty room. "Up to you. Do what you think's best. Our sect's not strict, no need for bitter cultivation."

No need for bitter cultivation?

Zhou Yu immediately stopped the movers who were hauling out his stuff. "Wait—put the console back! And my LEGO too! Don't touch my wife's figure collection either!"

Watching him rush to bring all the entertainment stuff back into his room, Yu Yuan chuckled and stepped over the threshold. "I'm leaving the temple's interior to you. Call me when dinner's ready."

Zhou Yu hugged his nine-tailed fox merch. "Got it, Master!"

He glanced at the fluffy white Samoyed following closely behind Yu Yuan. He wanted to ask if it needed dog food or a bed, but seeing how it stuck to her side like a shadow, he swallowed the question and left it alone.

That night, Zhou Yu drove to pick up Liang Liang. Along the way, he also picked up dinner for the three of them. Or at least that was the plan. Under the little guy's persistent begging, he ended up hitting six or seven restaurants and came back with enough food to feed over ten people.

"Master..." Standing at the door of the east wing, he'd just opened his mouth to speak when the door swung open on its own.

The room lights were off. Master stood at the doorway, the sharp line where light met shadow cutting right across her figure—especially striking against that face the universe had clearly taken extra time crafting.

Zhou Yu couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but ever since they arrived here, he felt like his master's whole vibe had leveled up. She just looked... better. Clearer. Sharper.

Yu Yuan took two steps forward. When she noticed he wasn't following, she paused and turned back. "Not eating?"

"No, no, I'm coming..." Zhou Yu snapped out of it, scratching his head a little awkwardly.

What was he even thinking? Of course it made sense—Master had finally gotten some proper rest!

He jogged to catch up, his stylish silver hair bouncing with every step. "I got so much good food today, Master—seriously, you're gonna love it..."

Ten minutes later, that confidence smacked him right in the face.

He watched in stunned silence as the mountain of food meant for a dozen people disappeared in front of his eyes. And the main culprit? Sitting at the table looking calm as ever, not even breaking a sweat.

Zhou Yu opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. Finally, he squeezed out, "Master, are you... full?"

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