Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 129 - 130: Slapping from a Distance

"Alright, I’m sending out the first lucky bag!"

As soon as Su Nian finished speaking, she sent it out.

Many people were already eagerly waiting, and it was snatched up almost the instant it was sent.

[Congratulations to Qi Bai for grabbing the host’s lucky bag!]

[Not me again, so frustrating!]

[To the person above, it’s better if you don’t get it. If you really do win, it means something’s wrong in your life, and that’s the scary part.]

[That’s right, everyone who wins a lucky bag is an unlucky soul!]

Su Nian ignored the deliberately teasing bullet comments and, as usual, started a video call with Qi Bai.

As soon as the video call connected, Qi Bai’s face appeared on the stream.

He was a handsome young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed head-to-toe in designer brands.

He seemed to be at home, with a lavish background. He was the spitting image of a rich heir.

He greeted Su Nian enthusiastically, "Hello, Host! I’m Mo Yang!"

"Hello."

Su Nian looked at his face and narrowed her eyes slightly. Her tone was flat, but her expression held a trace of impatience.

Mo Yang stared intently at Su Nian, a flash of awe in his eyes that quickly turned into a burning gaze.

Su Nian despised that kind of look. She frowned, an icy aura emanating from her. Even her gaze seemed cold enough to freeze a person solid.

"Please pay the divination fee first."

Mo Yang seemed oblivious to Su Nian’s displeasure and kept grinning cheekily.

"Hey now, a pretty host like you should smile a little!"

"Please pay the divination fee."

"Alright, alright, I get it. How about I send you ten Carnivals, and you dance for me?"

This was actually Mo Yang’s first time watching Su Nian’s stream. Her reputation had been growing, so he’d come to see what all the fuss was about.

But he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful, and his lecherous nature took over. He immediately decided to try and hit on her.

He had no idea who he was messing with. In his eyes, Su Nian was just another pretty streamer who used her looks to get by. ’As for all that metaphysics stuff? It’s all fake!’ he thought, still grinning cheerfully.

His sunny and handsome appearance made him seem extremely outgoing and enthusiastic.

But Su Nian didn’t have much patience.

"Pay the divination fee first."

"I know, I know, I’ll pay right now~"

Although he said he’d pay right away, he dragged his feet, deliberately stringing Su Nian along.

[What a scumbag!]

[He’s definitely acting up because he’s a rich kid. Let’s see how the host deals with him.]

Su Nian’s gaze fell on Mo Yang’s face. She lowered her eyes in thought for a moment, then her red lips parted slightly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What about me? If you want money, then dance for it."

Mo Yang raised an eyebrow, adopting a shameless, roguish posture.

Su Nian gently raised her hand and her lips moved slightly. Mo Yang was confused, not understanding what she was doing.

But in the next second, he abruptly slapped himself across the face.

But that wasn’t enough.

As Su Nian’s lips kept moving, his hand started slapping faster and faster!

"What’s happening to me?"

SMACK!

"What is this..."

SMACK! SMACK!

"Monster, you’re a mon—"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

In just a few minutes, Mo Yang’s face had swollen up, puffed up like a comical clown.

"Please pay the divination fee."

Su Nian’s tone was frigid, her gaze just as icy. Recalling the stinging pain on his face, Mo Yang started to feel scared.

He dropped his playboy act and cautiously sent a Carnival gift.

With his face swollen, he wanted to run as soon as he sent the gift.

He had been with so many women, but this was the most freakish one he had ever met!

But he found that the "Exit" button for the stream wouldn’t work, no matter how many times he pressed it.

Su Nian said, "Alright, I have my professional ethics. Since you came to me for a divination, I’ll give you a proper reading. Don’t be in such a hurry to run off."

Her gaze was bone-chilling, and in that instant, Mo Yang shamefully caved.

"Ah, yes, of course. Please, speak."

[LMAO!]

[Where’s all that arrogance from before? Hahahaha, so meek now!]

[People like him deserve to be taught a lesson by the host!]

"Same as always, I’ll start with your family. You were born into a very wealthy family. Your father likely made his fortune in construction. From your features, I can see you have a deep connection with your father. You grew up with him. Your mother must have passed away when you were very young."

"Yes! You’re right." Mo Yang’s expression was a little strange. ’So she really *is* a fortune-telling streamer?’

A fawning smile appeared on his face. "My mother passed away when I was very little, but my father has been very good to me. He’s never remarried."

[So here’s the question: how did such a good dad raise such a bastard son?]

[His dad is really responsible. After all, it’s true that a stepmom often turns a dad into a stepdad.]

[Aren’t they super rich? His dad was probably too busy making money to pay attention to him.]

[Rich people have so many problems. Unlike me, I only have one problem: why am I not rich?]

Mo Yang glanced at the bullet comments, blinked, and disagreed, retorting, "My dad, responsible? Responsible my ass!"

[Something’s not right. There’s a hidden story!]

[Is this the juicy gossip from a rich family? I’m ready!]

[Ooh, another plot twist! I love it!]

"My dad never remarried, sure, but that doesn’t stop him from bringing different women home. Every single one of those idiots thinks she’s so special, even trying to suck up to me to become my stepmom!"

"And then there were the shameless ones who dared to show up with a big belly, telling me it was my little brother. That’s hilarious! After my mom died, my old man got a vasectomy. Where the hell would I get a little brother or sister from?!"

[Juicy rich family drama, so exciting!]

[Even though his dad is a scumbag when it comes to women, you have to admit he’s really good to his son.]

"Of course. My dad has only ever loved my mom in his entire life. It’s just that she passed away."

Speaking of this, Mo Yang’s pride swelled.

He was the sole heir to such a massive company; that was indeed something to be proud of.

Just then, Su Nian’s crystal-clear voice rang in his ears, "Stop bragging. You’re about to face a bloody calamity."

’A bloody calamity?’

It sounded like a phony term from a TV drama, but coming from Su Nian’s mouth, it was surprisingly believable.

Hearing this, Mo Yang subconsciously touched his face and asked cautiously, "What kind of bloody calamity?"

[Ooh! Let me guess, a broken arm or a broken leg!]

[The host’s predictions are super accurate. Don’t tell me it’s a car crash or something.]

[Could be a murderer, or a psycho!]

[Or maybe a freak accident, like a light suddenly falling and hitting him.]

Mo Yang was so stunned by Su Nian’s words and the bullet comments that he was in a daze. For a moment, he had no idea what to do. He was scared, but this was the first time he’d ever encountered something like this.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, he tried the usual playbook.

"Master, how much money will it take to resolve this?"

Su Nian shook her head. "This is what you deserve."