The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 141

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"Looking for a cat? You mean that fat, all-black kitten you secretly brought back last time when you snuck out to play?" That black kitten had been way too mischievous—after eating, it'd run wild all over the mountain. The old banyan tree remembered it clearly.

"Yeah yeah yeah! That's my Meow Meow!" The little fox's snow-white body dangled from the vine, swinging back and forth like a swing, refusing to let go. "Grandpa Tree, do you know where it went?"

"Of course it went down the mountain!" The old banyan tree used another vine to hold the little fox's slipping body. "That kitten was super energetic. It took off before it even rained that day."

"Huh?"

The little fox plop fell to the ground, flattening into a fluffy white fox pancake. It lifted its little head, now a bit dusty, and looked at the old banyan tree in front of it with a wronged expression. Its amber eyes were full of disbelief.

"My Meow Meow went down the mountain?"

"Yep. It's a city cat by birth, after all. Maybe it missed its owner, so it went home."

The little fox lay flat on the ground, resting its pointy chin on its little paws. Its amber eyes drooped a little.

Today had been so awful. First, it got forced by Dad to eat its most hated food—carrots. And now, on this whole mountain, even its one and only friend had disappeared...

The wind blew through the dense forest of Huling Mountain. The little fox lay there, chin propped on its paws, its fluffy big tail dragging weakly on the ground, staying silent for a long time.

The old banyan tree, worried, stretched out a vine and poked at the little fox's droopy head. "Little fox?"

"Mm..." The little fox responded weakly. Its tail swayed limply behind it, and it buried its head into its paws. "Grandpa Tree, I miss Meow Meow so much..."

The vine above gently brushed over its fluffy little head like a big hand, sighing as it comforted, "Your dad's doing it all for your own good. Be a good kid, hang in there a little longer..."

Hang in there... but for how long?

The little fox rolled over in frustration, exposing its soft belly to the sky. Its big tail swayed and swayed.

Its amber eyes reflected the white clouds floating across the blue sky. The clouds in the sky could roam all over the world—so why couldn't a cute little fox do the same?

It lay there for a while, listening to the wind as usual. Then the little fox hugged its own big tail.

No way! There's no way its fox-childhood was gonna be this dull and boring!

It was going down the mountain. It was going to find Meow Meow!

"Grandpa Tree! I'm going home to drink water!"

The old banyan tree rustled its crown of leaves and reminded, "There's a pond over that way..."

"My dad doesn't let me drink raw water! I'm going home to drink properly boiled water!"
The little fox's snow-white figure darted into the thick trees and disappeared in a blink.

The evening sun cast a warm glow on the little courtyard. Yu Yuan was lounging in a chair, enjoying the breeze. Beside her was a table, where Zhou Yu was slumped over, miserably drawing talismans.

Maybe it was a rebound effect from pulling off nine super difficult talismans in one night yesterday, but today the Peace Talismans that had always felt clunky suddenly flowed like water. In just one hour, he had already finished ten of them.

"Master, look!"

He ran over, excitedly holding up the ten talismans for her to see. Yu Yuan yawned and glanced at them, nodding half-heartedly. "Nice improvement. Keep it up."

Zhou Yu beamed at the praise. "Hehe, I'll keep working hard!"

He skillfully folded the ten talismans into little triangles and rode off on Sun Han's electric scooter, mailing the protective charms to the ten lucky folks from last night, one by one, according to their addresses.

By the time he came back, his master—who'd been chilling in the courtyard breeze—was already gone. Only little Yu Liang was left, using a small comb to brush Gua Gua and the little black cat lying on the ground.

Zhou Yu sneakily looked around. Once he confirmed his master was nowhere in sight, he shuffled over to Yu Liang and gave his soft little cheeks a good squish. "Liangliang, little senior brother, where's Master?"

"A granny just came looking for Mom," Yu Liang broke off a piece of the mini cake in his hand and gave it to Zhou Yu. His big amber eyes blinked earnestly. "She said there's something unclean at home, so Mom went over."

"Master just went like that?" Zhou Yu frowned. That didn't sound like her usual style.

Yu Liang nodded obediently and broke off two more pieces—feeding one to Gua Gua and the other to the chubby little black cat waiting nearby.

As they talked, Yu Yuan came back, holding a bowl. Zhou Yu squinted at it—looked kinda familiar. "Master, who called you over?"

Yu Yuan shot him a glance. "Your grandma."

"My grandma?" Zhou Yu blinked in surprise—then instantly felt like it actually made perfect sense.

After all, as a hardcore metaphysics enthusiast and the person who'd introduced him to ghost stories back in his childhood, his grandma's obsession with the supernatural was no less intense than his own.

"Mm," Yu Yuan lifted the bowl a little, "Gotta admit, even though most of her feng shui stuff is fake, the braised pork from your family's chef is the real deal."

The smell had already lured Gua Gua and the black cat over, jostling each other to get closer. Yu Liang followed behind tightly, clutching his toy fishing rod.

Yu Yuan handed the bowl to Liangliang and told the three of them to share it. Then she straightened up and asked Zhou Yu, "Any other households around here that cook well?"

A good restaurant you can go back to anytime. But good homemade cooking? That's a once-in-a-while treasure.

Zhou Yu, proud to be a filial and devoted disciple, instantly called his mom to ask which local cooks were the best.

While Zhou Yu was on the phone, Yu Yuan's gaze darkened. She turned to the faraway sky, her expression serious.

No one else could see it, but beneath the blazing red clouds of the setting sun, a faint wisp of bluish-purple demonic energy was slowly rising.

Nighttime in Feiniaocheng, at the crossroads.

Lu Jingming, for once, hadn't asked his driver to take him. He was behind the wheel himself, aimlessly driving around.

Everything at home these past few days had piled on him so much he could barely breathe. Once he finished dealing with all the family stuff, there were still work problems crushing down on his shoulders. If he didn't get out and relax for a bit, he felt like he was going to mentally snap.

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