The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 85

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[Hahaha, Anduo's such a scaredy-cat. Still dared to calm Qianya down at a time like this. Guess the people in Celestial Master Hall aren't as at odds as the outside world thinks.]

[President Xiang, ugh, I'm gonna puke. All scumbags should just drop dead, seriously.]

...

Under the gaze of the whole crew, President Xiang clenched his fists tightly. He looked equal parts unwilling and restrained.

A moment later, a cold wind blew through. The dry rustling of the leaves in the back mountain echoed in the air. His body gave a little shiver before he suddenly snapped out of it.

Wild weeds were growing everywhere around him. The saplings that had only reached their waists years ago had silently grown tall and lush, casting huge shadows that now blocked the sunlight over the empty grave.

"I really did mess up," President Xiang said, shifting his bulky body forward a couple steps. Standing before the now-empty grave, his back somehow looked lonelier than before.

One of the camera operators at the front, who was filming wide shots of the guests, wanted to get a close-up of President Xiang's face. But he hadn't gone more than a couple steps before the butler stopped him.

The old butler, now gray-haired, frowned and shook his head with pleading eyes. The cameraman paused, nodded, and stepped back.

After about two minutes of silence and no explanation from President Xiang, Huo Qianya—who wasn't exactly famous for her patience—hit her limit and turned to leave.

"Actually..."

Just as she turned around, President Xiang finally spoke, and his voice suddenly sounded much older.

"This feng shui setup... it wasn't my idea," he said, the slightly desolate wind on the back mountain carrying his words to everyone's ears. "It was my wife's."

He stared heavily at the now-empty grave beneath his feet. "You've probably all seen the post. The one buried in this grave was my wife."

Bai Cheng, who'd been silent the whole time, lifted his head. "You mean... your wife willingly entered this feng shui arrangement? Willingly chose to absorb your sins after death so you'd have good fortune in return?"

"..." President Xiang looked up at the pale sky. After a long while, he finally nodded. "Yes."

"To be precise, it wasn't after death—she made the decision while she was still alive."

He turned to look at them, eyes filled with emotions hard to name.

"Most of you were born into wealth and status. You've never really had it rough, so there's no way you'd understand... But when life gets that hard, it really can crush a person."

Yu Yuan's brows twitched as he listened to President Xiang slowly recount the past.

"Back then, my business hit a wall. I got scammed out of a huge sum and the company nearly went bankrupt. Both of our kids had health problems and were stuck in the hospital. Just the daily treatment alone cost thousands... And even my wife's mental state was deteriorating."

"One day, she suddenly told me she found a way. A way to make sure I could earn a fortune and save the kids." President Xiang's voice choked up. "She took me to see a so-called master. That master told us there was a special feng shui configuration where one spouse could sacrifice for the other..."

Huo Qianya's face was still stiff. "And because it could bring you money, you just went along with it?"

"No! I didn't!" President Xiang suddenly spun around, eyes rimmed red, aging a dozen years in an instant. He didn't seem to care who Huo Qianya was as he shouted, "She was my wife! How could I possibly let her die for money?!"

The old butler, seeing President Xiang trembling with rage, stepped forward to gently rub his chest and explained, "Before Madam passed, I was still the neighbor of their family. I remember those days clearly... That day, she suddenly didn't go to the hospital to pick up the young master and miss, said she wasn't feeling well and asked me to go instead. She even gave me three hundred yuan."

"I had no idea she was thinking of ending her life. And since I drove a cab for a living, I didn't think much of it and went. Never expected that when I got back..."

He couldn't finish. Shaking his head in grief, he added, "Later, the boss buried Madam here, just like she wanted. As for what happened next, everyone can see it—boss really did make a fortune, and the kids got better too... He even built this villa just so he could stay close to Madam."

"..."

Seeing the look on their faces—nothing fake about it—Huo Qianya's lips moved slightly before she lowered her eyes and apologized, "Sorry. I deal with too much darkness in my line of work, and I assumed the worst... I'm sorry."

President Xiang sniffled, waved it off, and pulled himself back into that confident persona he had when they first met. "It's okay. Just a misunderstanding."

After a moment to gather himself, he went on, "The post was written with help from my butler's daughter. It's all in there. One week ago, my wife's grave was suddenly robbed. Despite all the cameras around the villa, we've got zero footage of what happened. I had no other choice, so I put up a bounty on the forum."

"All I want is to find out who did it and recover my wife's body. Let her rest in peace."

"If any of you can find her... I'm willing to pay anything. No matter how much it costs!"

[President Xiang, I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier... I really am... QWQ]

[Sigh... I don't even know how to feel about this. It's just... sad.]

[Cameras didn't catch anything? No way. Something's off about this guy.]

[I feel it too. Even Yuan Yuan said not to push him too hard just now. Trust Yuan Yuan, always.]

[Hey, can y'all Yu Yuan fans take it back to your own livestream? Stop grossing us out on public chat!]

[??? Since when did the public chat become your private property? Your ego's bigger than your face! Don't like it? Use the mute function, jeez.]

...

Zhou Yu glanced at the barrage of comments in the livestream room, silently muting each of the overzealous fans who had wandered over from Yu Yuan's stream. Only then did she turn to ask, "Master, what do you think about all this?"

"That President Xiang guy is lying," Yu Yuan said without missing a beat.

If it weren't for the aura around her face glowing with clear spiritual energy, Zhou Yu would've almost believed that man's act too.

She'd already started feeling something was off the moment the effects of that feng shui formation were mentioned. Now she asked directly, "Master, where do you think he lied?"

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