The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 83

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The CEO's home was in Baiyun City—the same hometown as Fang Junyan. She had originally thought this was a place she'd never been before. But now she realized: this city had just changed names in the thirty years she'd been gone.

Baiyun City used to be called Feilong Village. In the summer of a distant past, the founder of Tianyuan Sect had been born here.

Feilong Village sat atop a dragon vein. The head of the dragon stretched high, and the village nestled right at its soaring neck—thus the name "Feilong," or Flying Dragon. That this unlucky CEO, the Fang family, and her own sect's founder all hailed from here was no coincidence.

From a metaphysical standpoint, Feilong had always been a land of exceptional spiritual talent. Yu Yuan could name at least ten known masters who originated here.

As soon as the crew arrived, an elderly but sprightly butler came out from the villa to greet them.

Zhou Yu, now awake, followed behind Yu Yuan. He glanced up at the grand chandelier sparkling on the high ceiling and leaned closer to his sister Zhou Xi, whispering, "Sis, I think Dad's not working nearly hard enough."

Their own mansion looked like a cardboard box compared to this place.

Zhou Xi gave him a side-eye. "You think Dad's not watching the livestream?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

After about five minutes of waiting in the opulent living room, a man in his forties walked in briskly, dressed in a sharp black suit.

He shook the director's hand firmly, smiling with visible relief. "Can't believe my post actually got picked out of the ten. I really appreciate you all coming all this way."

"No, thank you, President Xiang, for working with us," the director said warmly before turning to the camera crew. "Everyone, this is President Xiang—the protagonist of our infamous 'dug-up ancestral tomb' post."

The members of the demon clan were slouched lazily across the sofa. When they heard the introduction, they spared a glance at President Xiang's face but had no interest in making conversation. Only Bai Ye stood up to shake hands. "Good morning, President Xiang. We're the Demon Clan team. I'm Bai Ye."

Hearing the words "Demon Clan," President Xiang's mouth twitched twice. It was obvious he thought this whole metaphysical reality show was just smoke and mirrors—and now they were playing the 'demon' card too? What a gimmick. Still, being a businessman, he was well-practiced in the art of smiling while thinking something else entirely. He quickly reined in his expression. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Bai."

Bai Ye gave a small nod and sat back down.

When it was Celestial Master Hall's turn for introductions, the smile on President Xiang's face visibly deepened. "Master Fang, Miss Huo, Miss Ge—thank you all for coming. When the family tomb incident first happened, I tried reaching out to Celestial Master Hall, but everyone was too busy and I couldn't book anyone. Didn't expect all of you to come this time. Seems I really am blessed with good luck!"

Among the four guests from Celestial Master Hall, the youngest, Ge Anduo, took a good look at President Xiang's features and smiled with her eyes. "President Xiang, you've got a full forehead, strong chin, and favorable wealth star. Though your early years were tough, you've risen to power in your middle age with the help of benefactors. And now, you've successfully survived the only major calamity in your life. The road ahead is nothing but prosperity. You're more than lucky—you're divinely favored."

"Ah! What a surprise blessing!" President Xiang couldn't stop grinning. "Didn't expect a reading from Miss Ge today! What a pleasant surprise—truly!"

And that sentiment was genuine.

In recent years, Baiyun City had become a hotspot for metaphysical circles, but ever since the early 2000s, the prominent sects had grown more aloof. Even with all the companies under his belt and billions in annual profits, it was still near impossible to hire a master when something urgent happened.

Three years ago, he'd been in a terrible car accident and nearly ended up paralyzed. Desperate, he'd tried to seek out someone from the Ge family at Celestial Master Hall to read his fortune—but had no luck.

And now? A Ge family descendant had voluntarily given him a reading. No wonder he was in such a good mood.

Riding that wave of positivity, he even greeted Yu Yuan with more enthusiasm. "Master Yu—your reputation is skyrocketing lately! I can't believe I get to meet you in person."

"Is that so?" Yu Yuan replied blandly.

She was staring at the black speck nestled between his brows, shrouded in a haze of purple.

It was only the size of a pinky fingernail, but the black qi was seeping through the purple like a drop of ink bleeding into water—spreading, slowly but steadily.

If the darkness was removed in time, it'd be fine. But if not, it would taint his entire fate.

What made it worse was that Yu Yuan recognized this face—from her original character's memories.

In the flashing lights of a karaoke suite, surrounded by music and liquor, this man had forced drink after drink down the original character's throat. When she refused to follow him to a hotel, he slapped her so hard her head hit the corner of the table—almost scarring her face permanently. Blood had poured down into her eyes. The whole memory was drenched in red.

President Xiang's face stiffened. He suddenly recalled that Yu Yuan had once been a scandal-ridden actress known for working the drinking circuit. A chill crept into his chest. "Master Yu... we haven't met before, right?"

"Maybe." Yu Yuan shrugged. "But President Xiang, a word of advice—leave people a way out. Don't go too far. That kind of thing... doesn't end well."

She ignored the sour look on his face and sat back down.

At this moment, the livestream audience was gathered in a single room—over 100 million, nearing 200 million viewers.

And Yu Yuan's words had barely faded when the barrage of bullet comments began to flood the screen:

[Uhh... kinda lacking social skills, don't you think? First meeting and she's already throwing shade?]

[I've heard of this President Xiang! He's a well-known philanthropist in Baiyun City! But... from the way Yu Yuan's talking, is he not a good guy?]

[I don't buy it! Anduo already said President Xiang is blessed! You'd rather trust some random royal bloodline girl than someone from an actual metaphysics family?]

[But, dude above, maybe you don't know—Yu Yuan's only done five livestreams, but every time she's nailed it, never missed once (crying panda emoji). Five out of five. This time, I'm trusting her.]

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