The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 60

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Yu Yuan checked the time and wiped her mouth. "More or less. About seventy percent. Better not overeat at night."

Zhou Yu: "......"

Beside them, Gua Gua, who'd been drooling quietly this whole time, gave Yu Liang's elbow a nudge with its fluffy head.

The kid stopped scanning the room and said helpfully, "Uncle Zhou, how about we go get some more food?"

Zhou Yu, hungry and grateful for an excuse to leave, was about to agree when the kid added, "Mommy didn't get full. She's gonna be hungry after her livestream. If we buy more now, she can eat supper right after she finishes."

Zhou Yu: "......"

So this is a midnight snack mission, huh...

At 8:55 PM, Meng Qianhe walked out of her office building and slid into the backseat of her car.

After last night's run-in with a literal ghost wall, she'd given up her long-time habit of driving herself and hired a new driver—someone she'd been assured had strong, positive energy.

Her phone dinged twice—it was her goddaughter.

Kun Yuan had been watching the livestream yesterday, and when she saw her godmother get ghost wall and saved by Master Yu, she woke up the entire household. All day long, Meng Qianhe had been fielding sympathetic calls from her friends.

This message was to let her know the livestream was about to start again. The whole family was online, ready to fight for a spot to get a reading. Did she want to try too?

Meng Qianhe tapped into the livestream room. Before she could even make sense of what was on the screen, a pop-up appeared front and center—[Meng Qianhe].

[Yuanyuan: AAAAAAH! Godmother, that's your username, right?! You're so lucky! First try and you got picked! I'm crying... there are, like, sixty or seventy thousand people in this livestream room!]

Meng Qianhe hadn't expected that kind of luck.

When Master Yu asked if she wanted to use a photo or video, she didn't even hesitate. Video, obviously.

[Whoa! It's Pretty Auntie!]

[Hmm... anyone else think this "fated guest" looks kinda familiar? Like... I've seen her somewhere before.]

[Wait, is she a Taobao model? Don't tell me Master Yu's metaphysical persona is about to crash and burn?!]

[I swear it's not just her face that's familiar. That name sounds super familiar too...]

[OMG I remember now! That's the unlucky boss from yesterday—the one who ran into that ghost wall thing!]

The livestream chat exploded. People started poking fun as recognition spread.

[Yesterday she hit a ghost. What's today's disaster? Poor Pretty Auntie...]

[LOL I can't! But hey, rumor has it she comes from a powerful background. She probably doesn't even have problems, right?]

[Not necessarily. You know how messy the rich and famous can be. (doge face)]

Yu Yuan gave Meng Qianhe a slight nod. "Good evening, Ms. Meng. Is there something in particular you'd like me to read for you?"

This was Meng Qianhe's first time trying out a livestream reading, and even knowing she was being watched by sixty or seventy thousand people didn't shake her composure. She was poised and graceful as ever.

But the moment Yu Yuan asked her question, a round little face flashed through Meng Qianhe's mind.

"Does it have to be about me personally?"

"Not at all," Yu Yuan shook her head. "As long as it's something that can be seen from your face, we can read it."

"Then, Master Yu," Meng Qianhe hesitated a little, "could you take a look at my grandson? He's the only remaining bloodline from my son, but he's been frail since birth—always in and out of the hospital. Or should I send you his photo?"

Yu Yuan's gaze lifted, landing on the area just below Meng Qianhe's eyes.

That region, known as the "children palace," revealed clues about one's offspring. Yet even under the bright gold sheen glowing from her career palace above her brow, her children palace was unusually dark—shadowed and heavy.

"Ms. Meng," Yu Yuan said calmly, "I hope you won't mind my bluntness. From your face, it appears you no longer have any direct descendants."

"You no longer have any direct descendants..."

The words moved on-screen as Yu Yuan's lips parted and closed, but Jiang Jiang could only stare at them, all the color draining from her face.

"Master!" she shrieked, whipping around to face the man in the yellow robes. Her surgically enhanced eyes were bloodshot, her voice cracking from the pressure. "When the hell are you going to be ready?!"

"Jiang Jiang!" the suited man beside her snapped, his expression darkening. "Is that how you speak to a master? Show some respect!"

"Respect?! You're still talking to me about respect right now?" Jiang Jiang practically screamed. The usually demure woman now looked unhinged. "Didn't you hear what that bitch Yu Yuan just said?! She exposed everything in front of tens of thousands of people! Your son—everything about him is over!"

She'd called the master right after leaving Yu Yuan's place earlier that day, but this man had insisted the master was resting and wouldn't see anyone until evening.

And now? Now there'd been a traffic jam and they were late. The ritual had barely begun.

The man's face turned stormy with embarrassment.

The elder Taoist in the yellow robes glanced between them, then gently flicked his horsetail whisk, letting it fall over his arm. "Please calm yourselves. This wicked woman who meddles with karmic fate holds no evidence. Words alone prove nothing. There is always room for a turnaround. You two were fated to meet—don't let conflict ruin that."

The man finally calmed, nodding. "The master's right. Jiang Jiang was just too upset. I apologize on her behalf."

The Taoist smiled and shook his head, clearly unfazed. Jiang Jiang, under the man's harsh gaze, lowered her head.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was just too anxious."

The Taoist merely gestured for them to step back. "No rush, Miss Jiang. I'll begin the ritual now."

As Jiang Jiang was pulled back a few steps, she kept a close eye on the master, but didn't forget to sneak a glance at the livestream.

Back in the livestream room, Yu Yuan's voice suddenly halted mid-sentence. She turned sharply toward the window.

In the glass, her own reflection was visible. But behind it—behind her—was the shadow of a woman with long, disheveled hair, her face twisted and monstrous. Somehow, without anyone noticing, that ghostly hand was now pressed against Yu Yuan's neck.

Another enslaved, imprisoned ghost...

Yu Yuan's gaze chilled. She turned slightly and reached up to grab the spectral hand at her throat.

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