Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 83 - 84: Taoist Temple

[LMAO!]

[Help, what a dutiful grandson!]

[Hahahahaha, I knew it would be absurd, but not THIS absurd!]

[This is a story sadder than sadness itself.]

[Such comforting words! A normal person would never think of saying that, hahaha!]

Aunt Li was stunned. She remembered how during the day, while whipping her grandson with a willow branch, she had said, "Chicken Leg, you can go now. I’ll never raise another dog again."

But this was the truth?!

Once she processed what had happened, Aunt Li’s hair practically stood on end. She wanted to yell at the little culprit, but then she remembered the ordeal he’d gone through during the exorcism earlier that day and couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Aunt Li turned her fury on Yangyang’s father. "You don’t teach him anything useful, just this kind of nonsense! If I catch you listening to those damn ghost stories again, I swear I’ll beat you to death!"

Aunt Li unleashed a torrent of curses, but as her son, all he could do was nod meekly.

Su Nian ended the livestream.

Seeing the flood of gifts that had poured in, Su Nian was smiling so hard her eyes were nearly shut. But to maintain her public image, she merely said calmly,

"Thank you all for your support. Please, give what you can afford."

"That’s all for today’s stream. See you all tomorrow at the same time."

Su Nian had just ended the stream and had only taken a few bites of a peach.

Just then, a call came in. As the young lady of the Su Family, Su Nian had a certain standing, and her friends were all from the same social circle.

"Niannian! Holy crap! You’ll never guess—that little bitch, Mu Wan, she’s actually being haunted!"

’Mu Wan?’

"Who’s that?"

Su Nian was a little confused.

"You know, pretty boy Cheng Jing’an’s little mistress!"

Su Nian understood now. ’When I first arrived in this world,’ she recalled, ’I had to suck up to that Cheng Jing’an to complete my mission.’

’And wasn’t he the one who rejected me for that little green-tea, Mu Wan?’

Yao Qingxue continued, "Also, there’s a Heavenly Master who’s gotten super popular online recently, and she looks just like you. I’m not just saying that; I’m seriously wondering if she’s some long-lost sister of yours."

Su Nian said, "Ever consider that person is me?"

...

There was a deathly silence on the other end, finally broken by Yao Qingxue’s dumbfounded voice.

"You’re the esteemed young lady of the Su Family! Why would you need to do something like this? It’s not like you’re short on cash. If you really want to experience that kind of life, why don’t you just open a Daoist Temple!"

’A Daoist Temple?’

That gave Su Nian an idea. She could use the Su Family’s money to open her own Daoist Temple. With both online and offline operations, reaching a small financial goal would be a piece of cake.

"That’s right! I’m going to open a Daoist Temple!"

Su Nian hung up the phone as soon as she said it. She did a quick mental calculation of the money she had on hand—it was already several hundred thousand.

Su Nian also had a black card, and even she wasn’t sure exactly how much money was on it.

She went through her contacts and called her assistant directly.

She laid out her requirements and arranged for the funds to be transferred. Just like that, the preparations for Su Nian’s Daoist Temple were underway.

Meanwhile, Mu Wan was trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn’t wake.

She had recently found a new part-time job as a teacher at a cram school for students retaking their college entrance exams.

Everything was going well at first. Mu Wan’s English was excellent, she had a knack for languages, and her classes were running smoothly.

Until a few days ago, when she started faintly hearing the sound of crying coming from a corner of the classroom.

The sound grew clearer and clearer. She asked the other teachers about it, but they all avoided the subject. It was only by a chance conversation with a student that she learned a little about what was going on.

Three years ago, a girl had jumped from that very classroom, ending her own life. Before she did, she had cried in that room for a long time.

She hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the crying seemed to be getting closer and closer to her.

Like right now. Mu Wan was keenly aware that she was asleep, but she couldn’t open her eyes. Worse, she could distinctly feel a cold hand touching her neck.

Like someone drowning and suffocating, Mu Wan resisted with all her will but was powerless to struggle.

It wasn’t until Cheng Jing’an called her that the ringing from the real world finally jolted her out of the eerie trance.

She was nearly in tears when she answered the phone.

"Hello, Jing’an..."

Freed from the constraints of his fiancée, Cheng Jing’an had made his relationship with Mu Wan official a long time ago.

"What’s wrong? Did you dream of the Demon again?"

Cheng Jing’an’s voice was full of concern, and he immediately tried to comfort her.

"Don’t worry, I’ve already found a lot of Heavenly Masters for you. They’ll be here tomorrow. I’m on my way to you now, so don’t worry. I’m always here for you. And that incredible Heavenly Master who’s all over the internet right now? I’ll get in touch with her for you too. We’ll definitely be able to keep you safe."

Meanwhile, Su Nian was also looking at the private messages in her account’s backend. But there were too many, so she was deleting them in batches.

Su Nian frowned, annoyed by all the junk messages in her inbox.

Ever since she started streaming, gained fans, and became popular,

all sorts of strange sponsorship offers and promotional requests had come her way.

Towels, skincare products, clothes, dresses, makeup... even more absurd were the people trying to get her to sell their wholesale talisman paper.

For a 20/80 split?!

Su Nian deleted the message and blocked the sender immediately. She wouldn’t touch such shoddy products.

She was in the middle of deleting when a new private message popped up.

[Hello, this is Cheng Jing’an, CEO of the Cheng Family corporation. I have a matter that requires your assistance. Upon its successful resolution, I will be sure to reward you handsomely.]

The news she’d heard earlier that day immediately flashed through Su Nian’s mind.

’Mu Wan is being haunted?’

’A master of the green-tea arts and a greasy, overbearing CEO want *my* help?!’ 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

’They must be idiots!’

Just as Su Nian was muttering in disdain, another message popped up.

[If you are willing to intervene and resolve this matter, I am prepared to offer three million.]

’Three million?!’

’What did that even mean? This one job would earn her more than all her previous days of streaming combined.’

’Looks like I really should be aiming for the high-end market after all.’

Su Nian decided her future Daoist Temple would cater to a high-end clientele. The livestreams would just be a freebie to drive traffic.

Her heart wasn’t in it, but unfortunately, the pay was just too good. ’Besides,’ she thought, ’he probably doesn’t even know it’s me.’

Su Nian sent a reply—a voice message.

"Cheng Jing’an, you little punk, I’m your daddy Su Nian!"

Cheng Jing’an was in the middle of excitedly sharing the news with Mu Wan.

"Wanwan, this is great! That master saw my message!"

Right then, Su Nian’s voice message arrived.

Cheng Jing’an was certain that the master had been swayed by his monetary offer, and he excitedly tapped the play button.

He was stunned by Su Nian’s powerful, resonant voice. It was just as full of arrogance as it had been on the day she’d beaten him up.

Cheng Jing’an: ...

Mu Wan: ...

The excited expressions on their faces instantly froze.

He’d heard people say that the streamer looked a lot like the young lady of the Su Family, but who would have guessed that Su Nian would abandon her comfortable life as an heiress to become a fortune-teller?!

Cheng Jing’an hugged Mu Wan. "How could it be that bitch! Wanwan, it’s fine. If it’s Su Nian, we can just forget about it. Her skills are amateur at best. I’ve found plenty of other masters!"

Mu Wan nodded, looking haggard. She didn’t hold out much hope. Cheng Jing’an had already found so many famous masters and thrown a lot of money at the problem, but nothing had worked.

Seeing that he’d left her on read, Su Nian wasn’t the least bit surprised.