The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 61

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Jiang Jiang's eyes widened on the other end of the stream. She watched, frozen, as the red-dressed ghost was effortlessly vanquished with a single twist of Yu Yuan's wrist. That smug smile she'd been holding onto froze and cracked.

Before she could react—

Across the room, the elder Taoist—who had just begun his ritual—suddenly stiffened, eyes flying open wide. He coughed up a huge mouthful of putrid, black blood.

"My ghost slave—! Ugh!"

The man beside him rushed forward in a panic, only to clutch his chest mid-step and stumble.

"Ah—!"

He spewed a thick stream of black blood across the floor.

Jiang Jiang stood there like a puppet with its strings cut, paralyzed.

Then a sharp pain bloomed in her chest. She choked and vomited a heavy mouthful of blood—thick, black, and crawling with tiny wriggling worms.

"Madam!"

"Someone help! Call an ambulance! The lady's passed out!"

"Call 120! Hurry!"

Just before her consciousness slipped away, the last thing Jiang Jiang heard was the housekeeper's shrill, panicked scream tearing through her skull.

Then everything went dark.

The moment Yu Yuan dropped the bombshell that President Meng "had no direct descendants," Zhou Xi—watching the livestream from the other side of the screen—sharply inhaled.

The livestream chat fell into a strange, chilling silence. Only a handful of clueless viewers were still typing away, spamming reactions.

[I KNEW IT.]

[This melon's ripe, folks. Just picked fresh off the vine.]

[Whoever said the rich and famous are a mess—DON'T LEAVE. You're the real MVP today!]

Meng Qianhe stared at Yu Yuan on the screen, her lips tightly pressed together.
In the car, the air turned so cold and heavy it made the driver break out in a cold sweat.

"So... what you're saying is... my grandson right now—isn't my son's biological child?"

The black luxury sedan glided smoothly down the highway. Somewhere in the mountain city, rain had quietly started to fall.
Heavy drops drummed against the car roof, making her voice sound distant and ethereal.

Yu Yuan didn't sugarcoat it. "That's one way to put it."

"......"

Meng Qianhe kept staring at her phone screen.

In the darkened interior of the car, her features were half-swallowed by shadow, cold and unreadable.

If someone had told her this before last night—that her grandson wasn't her late son's biological child—she would've thrown every resource she had into ruining that person's life in this city.

But this was Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan, who had personally dragged her back from the brink of death just last night.

After a long pause, her voice came out hoarse.
"When my grandson was born, I had a paternity test done using both their hair. The report said they were father and son..."

[I'm already picturing an entire drama series out of this.]

[C'mon, streamer, spill the rest! I've already got season one of a palace drama running in my head!]

A fluffy white Samoyed had, at some point, snuck back into the house. Its wagging tail brushed against Yuyuan's leg as it circled her excitedly, tiny voice chiming like a bell:
[Wuwuwuwuwuwu! Host! I really thought you were done for today! But this melon—this melon is HUGE! Our melon points are about to break 1000!]

And this... this was only the beginning.
Gua Gua could already feel how juicy this was going to get.

Yu Yuan ignored everything and everyone else. Calmly, she asked,
"How can you be sure the test results were real?"

Meng Qianhe fell silent.

Her mouth opened as if to argue, but every reason that popped into her head was instinctively shut down before it even formed.

[Wait... so Master Yu's implying the test results were faked?]

Yu Yuan lifted her eyelids to glance at the chat.
"No, not necessarily. It might not be the lab's fault. It's also possible the hair samples they tested really did belong to a father and son."

Father and son...?

Meng Qianhe suddenly thought of something.

She went completely still.

Bzzz bzzz—

In the dead silence of the car, the driver's phone suddenly buzzed. He flinched, startled, and scrambled to answer after glancing at the caller ID.

"Madam—it's from the villa where Young Master lives. The housekeeper just called. The young madam's in the hospital. She's in the ER right now—being resuscitated."

[WHOA! That timing though?!]

[Wait—isn't the "young madam" Yu Yuan mentioned the daughter-in-law in question?]

[Man, something really feels off here...]

Yu Yuan slowly opened her fingers. The little ghost she'd just strangled into submission had curled up into a trembling ball, clinging to her hand with icy claws. A cold, deathly aura kept seeping between her fingers.

Meng Qianhe didn't hesitate.
She immediately ordered the driver to turn the car around and head to the hospital.

She should've shut the livestream off. These were deeply personal family matters, not meant for public ears.
But for some reason—maybe a twist of fate—she didn't.

The livestream kept going. Every sound around her came through loud and clear.

At the hospital entrance, a nanny stood anxiously outside the ER holding a plump, crying toddler.
The moment she saw Meng Qianhe, her eyes lit up with hope.

"Madam!"

She ran over as if spotting a lifeline.
The baby in her arms had clearly been frightened—tears streaming as he wailed nonstop.

Meng Qianhe glanced at the child but didn't reach out to hold her grandson like she usually would. Instead, she asked, "Has Jiang Jiang come out yet?"

"No, not yet." The nanny, oblivious to Meng Qianhe's subtle shift, faithfully relayed the doctor's words. "The doctor mentioned something about internal organ rupture, but I didn't really understand. From the doctor's expression, it looks pretty serious..."

As one of the major shareholders of this private hospital, Meng Qianhe had already received word from the hospital director upon arriving. She didn't need the nanny to elaborate; a doctor was already there, explaining the situation in detail.

Frowning, Meng Qianhe listened to the doctor, then took the report handed to her by the person next to her. Her gaze immediately froze on the blood type listed at the top.

Her expression darkened. "Whose report is this?"

The nurse who handed her the report lowered her voice, "It's your daughter-in-law's."

"My daughter-in-law's?" Meng Qianhe stared at the report, her finger suddenly pointing at the nanny who was holding the child. "You. Take the child for a blood test."

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