章 13: Chapter 12: Metaphysical Character Setup

The little Milk Bun who was smiling sweetly and relaxing just a moment ago now showed such an expression, breaking the hearts of some viewers who adored children.

[Oh my god, something must have happened to Mianmian's parents.]

[Should we skip this question? Making a child cry doesn't seem right.]

Some of Su Chenfei's anti-fans spared no effort in slandering him: [I'm dying of laughter, maybe the kid is crying because he can't say where his mom and dad are? I still don't believe there could be such a young child with such a high generational status.]

Seeing that Mianmian was about to cry, the staff felt sorry but the job was urgent, and following the Assistant Director's request, they asked, "Mianmian, don't cry, is your dad here, but not your mom?"

This question was clearly intended to coax Mianmian into admitting she was an illegitimate daughter.

But Mianmian shook her head, not falling for it, and instead rubbed her eyes, answering seriously, "My dad's name is Su Senqi, and my mom is Jiang Yao, they are both sleeping right now, but as soon as Mianmian becomes a friend many people like, they will wake up."

"So they can't come to talk right now, but once Mianmian completes Mianmian's task, Mianmian will let them talk to you too, uncle."

Little Bun finished speaking and looked up at the staff member.

The light in the room just happened to be concentrated on Little Bun's tender face, casting a golden halo around it, adorable and beautiful.

The staff member was charmed: "Okay, thank you Little Friend Su Mianmian for answering our questions. That'll be all for our interview."

With that, they were about to move the microphone away.

But at this moment, Mianmian urgently said, "Uncle, can you call your son right now? You know, that kind of square one that can contact people quickly?"

"Tell him not to go forward anymore."

This unexpected development stunned the staff member, who reflexively asked, "Why do you say that? My son is only four, he doesn't have a phone."

Mianmian looked intently at the staff member's children's palace and said very seriously, "Then, can you call your son's mom? Uncle, you're a good person, Mianmian doesn't want you to be sad."

[How did this emotional show suddenly turn into a religious one???]

[I'm dying, this kid seems like a fortune-teller.]

[No way, is the Su Family trying to set up the kid with a mystical persona because they've seen fortune-telling live streams popping up on major platforms?]

[I actually want to see the staff member make a call, it's not like a call would take up much time.]

The staff member was still hesitant, but Su Chenfei had already come into view of the camera, pulling out a mobile phone: "Give me the phone, I'll make the call."

That earnest demeanor clearly showed he believed in Mianmian's words.

The staff member was still unsure what kind of act this was, but the Director's instruction came through his earpiece: "Make the call."

He hurriedly took out his phone and dialed his wife's number. It was now 8:30 in the morning on a Monday. They had signed their son up for a painting class that started at 9 o'clock; his wife should be on her way to drop off their son at the class.

After the call connected, the staff member, as instructed by the Director, switched to speakerphone.

"Honey, where are you?"

A gentle voice came from the phone: "Husband, I'm taking our son to his class. Aren't you busy with the variety show today? How come you have time to call me?"

The staff member paused, glanced at Little Bun staring at him with big eyes, and hesitantly said, "It's nothing, I just wanted you not to go ahead with our son, just wait a little longer before going."

"Huh? Why? ...Bang!"

A loud crash came through the phone, and just by the amplified sound from the speaker, one could guess what had happened. After the noise subsided, the wife's voice, still in shock, came through: "...Husband, there's been a car accident, the car stopped not far ahead of us. Thank goodness I slowed down to answer the call, worrying about not paying enough attention, otherwise if we had walked just a bit further, our son and I would have been hit!!"

As she spoke, she kept gasping for air, clearly frightened out of her wits.

Once Mianmian heard everything had ended, her serious expression was replaced by a sweet smile.

Her tiny feet swung back and forth, looking utterly adorable.

[No way, is this a script? Could there really be such a sinister occurrence?]

[What the hell, Little Bun the infallible fortune teller?]

[...You won't believe this, but I was right on this street where the car accident happened, and I saw the mother and child talking to the staff member. I was stunned when the accident occurred. I filmed it, check my V-blog with the same name, come see!]

Many netizens headed over to this netizen's V-blog and truly saw the scene of the accident, as well as the silhouette of the woman holding the child. The video was geotagged at Confucianism Street in our city, and various signs indicated it wasn't scripted.

Who would use two colliding cars as a show in their script?

"Thank you so much, really."

The staff member, having comforted his wife by now, was thanking Mianmian, looking at her with eyes full of reverence.

If it weren't for the call that slowed his wife down, both mother and son would have definitely been in a car accident by now. No matter the outcome, it was something he couldn't bear.

Mianmian smiled and said, "No worries, uncle. You saved a child last time; this is the reward you deserve."

The staff member scratched his head: "You could even see that? You're truly amazing."

Indeed, three days ago, he had reached out and caught a primary school student who was about to dash across a red light. Had he been even a second slower, the student would have been hit.

It was only at this moment that Su Chenfei learned Little Auntie could also tell fortunes, looking at her with admiring awe: "Auntie is really incredible!"

Mianmian, feeling shy from the praise, patted Su Chenfei's head: "Thank you for your compliments, Seventh Grandchild. Mianmian learned it all from dad and mom."

Because of the fortune-telling interlude, the viewership in Mianmian and Su Chenfei's live-stream room shot up to number one, and within a day, they obtained their third trending search term: #LittleAuntiePredictsAccident#.

Studies of the mystical like this one depend on belief. Hence, the online discussion heated up in an instant. Plenty of anti-fans commented: "I think the Su Family has gone all out, staging the accident to create a mystical persona for the child."

"Only if there's another prediction!"

The Director of the variety show was overjoyed to see Su Chenfei's live-stream room's viewership spike to 3 million, and he gave new instructions to the staff.

So the staff member, who had his fortune told by Mianmian, asked somewhat sheepishly: "We'd like to continue the interview a bit longer, allowing Master Mianmian to interact with the audience and prove her fortune-telling abilities. May I ask what else can you predict?"

[Keep predicting, I only believe in science, not this stuff.]

[Prove it then, predict again and I'll believe!]

The live broadcast room saw another surge in popularity due to the staff member's request.

One of the four great classics of Dragon Country is extremely rich in fantasy elements, and the people claim they are descendants of dragons. It's safe to say the people of Dragon Country have a natural interest in mystical events. Thus, the sight of such a young child telling fortunes drew in even those who didn't watch variety shows.

In another buzzing broadcasting room, the film Emperor Qin Tao, who was gently peeling shrimp for a little boy, wore a smile looking at the red pearl bracelet on his wrist.

After all, he had already sent out the little devil; he just had to wait and collect the luck intended for Su Chenfei.

This variety show was bound to have the highest viewership in his live-stream room, for he was none other than Film Emperor Qin Tao!

Once he gathered all the Qi from Su Chenfei in the variety show, he might as well drain Su Chenfei dry in one go. It didn't matter that Su Chenfei was doomed to oblivion and couldn't turn his fortunes around!

It was best to let him die in the Entertainment Circle he loved so much; a fitting end indeed!

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