Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 147 - 146: I’m Going to the Hospital Right Now

Chapter 147: Chapter 146: I’m Going to the Hospital Right Now

Ma Yongxia’s brow furrowed as he initially wanted to deny it, but the words that came out were, "Yes, that wasn’t the only bad thing I did. I also pushed her dad to the ground during an argument and waited half an hour before calling the police. We had just gotten married not long ago, and she thought I was the perfect man, so she never suspected me."

"She was an only child, and her mother had passed away long ago. There was a breakfast shop in the family, which I targeted for its sale, so after her father died, I didn’t let her work there."

No sooner had Ma Yongxia finished speaking than the woman onscreen was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"I’m going to call the police; you killed my father! You’re the murderer!"

Right as the woman shouted this, Su Chenjin’s assistant pushed up his glasses and shook his mobile phone, "Sorry, I’ve already called the police for you. Him drugging you also constitutes intentional injury."

After finishing his words, the assistant deliberately walked up to Ma Yongxia, tapped his shoulder with all the severity of justice, "Justice may be absent at times, but it’s never late. How does it feel to be disciplined by our Little Auntie?"

Having said this, the assistant turned his head and winked at Mianmian, trying to exude charm to make the adorable Little Auntie take a liking to him. Unbeknownst to him, his hand was right inside the mouth of a little boy fetus, causing the nearby little girl fetus to float over to him and blow bubbles.

Because the assistant’s face was blocked, Mianmian didn’t see him wink at all. Suddenly, she felt an intense itch in her nose, rubbed it, and let out a big sneeze.

"Wow wow!" Bai Bai suddenly voiced out, reminding Mianmian to look at the window.

Outside the window stood a person, the reporter who had previously asked about the whereabouts of her parents. He was staring intently at Mianmian through the glass.

Compelled by the gaze, Mianmian sneezed again, a multitude of question marks running through her mind: Why is this person so weird? Looking at her made her sneeze, which felt terribly uncomfortable.

As Mianmian was contemplating this, the man turned again and vanished from the window.

Only when there was no one by the window did Mianmian refocus on what was in front of her.

Ma Yongxia continued muttering to himself, full of doubts, "Why did I speak the truth? Why?"

But no matter how puzzled he was, he would never know the answer; and due to his lost interview qualification, he was controlled by the bodyguard, set aside to wait for the police to come and take him away.

On the screen, Ma Yongxia’s ex-wife thanked Mianmian, "Little Auntie, thank you for helping me. Do I need to pay you for the divination?"

Mianmian shook her head, "No need, I helped you because we had such a fate, not because you wanted to find Mianmian for a divination."

"Also, could you name your babies? Once they have a name and a spirit tablet is erected, they can be reincarnated."

[Ah, this is the first time we’ve heard Little Auntie explicitly talk about reincarnation and such fantastical stuff! Is the truth about to be unveiled? Are we moving on from the ’leap off the cliff while claiming to believe in science’?]

[Considering the live broadcast room hasn’t been shut down, it must be okay to talk about it! Suddenly, I really want Little Auntie to divine my future!]

[Me too, I’m literally begging on my knees for divination function to be launched!]

In a while, the live chat was filled with messages from viewers pleading for a divination.

At the scene, Reporter 3 approached Mianmian to start the interview.

With the Ma Yongxia incident as a precedent, some people with ulterior motives did not dare reveal themselves, asking only milder questions. They were even afraid to mention anything related to the Dark Sect, fearing they might suddenly get a divination.

Reporter 7 was like this.

He usually liked to dig up dirt on others during interviews, and the three questions he had prepared in his original manuscript were along those lines, similar to Ma Yongxia’s case.

Now hesitant to ask, he switched to safer questions, stuttering as he spoke, "I, I saw you using a brush before going on the variety show. Can you, can you write with a brush?"

Mianmian nodded, "Yes, I can."

Reporter 7 asked again, "You, you... uh..."

He was stammering so much he didn’t know what to say next.

Mianmian looked down at Reporter 7’s trembling hand and spoke in a milky voice, "Why does everyone seem scared of Mianmian? Why?"

Reporter 7 felt anxious inside and glanced at Su Chenjin, unsure how to respond.

While he hesitated, Mianmian said, "Did you take a really bad fall before?"

Reporter 7 thought Mianmian was about to divine his fate and his hand shook even more, his mind racing with thoughts of whether he had done anything worse than digging up dirt, nodding with tremors.

"You need to see a doctor for this," Mianmian touched her own little head, indicating the spot to Reporter 7, "Right here, some acupuncture."

Reporter 7 let out a big sigh of relief.

It was just acupuncture for the brain, not revealing that he had stolen money from home as a kid, all good... wait, acupuncture for the brain?

"Little Auntie, is there something wrong with my brain?"

Mianmian looked again at Reporter 7’s shaking hand and, remembering her mother’s advice that patients should be happy for an easier recovery, she cheerfully waved her little hand, "No problem at all, see the doctor, get some acupuncture, and then go home and eat whatever you want. Be happy, okay?"

Reporter 7 was stunned as tears began streaming down his face.

Seeing a doctor and then eating whatever sounded good when going home, wasn’t that a bad omen?

Mianmian was puzzled, "Why would there be no hope?"

Reporter 7 felt disheartened, "Because it means I’m going to die. That’s why I should eat good food at home, relax and wait for the end. I’m only 29, why am I going to die?"

Reporter 7’s reaction was fueled by internet jokes he had seen.

When doctors say there’s nothing to worry about and advise you to go home and eat whatever you fancy, it usually indicates a terminal illness.

Mianmian, unaware of such jokes, blinked her eyes and looked helplessly at her nephew, "Mom said that one should make a patient happy during treatment, as it helps with recovery. Why wasn’t he happy when I told him to eat tasty food?"

Su Chenjin smiled, stroking the flustered little bundle, "He misunderstood, just tell him directly what his issue is."

Mianmian snuggled against Su Chenjin’s palm, which was warm like her dad’s, and it felt like her father was patting her head.

In good spirits, she swung her little feet in sneakers and told Reporter 7, "There’s a little congestion in your brain, and that’s why your middle finger on that hand shakes more than the others. It’s no big deal, really simple, just need to have a bit of acupuncture and you’ll be fine."

Reporter 7 exhaled in relief, "Ah, I see, it’s just that. I’m going to the hospital right now!"

Without asking further questions, he turned and left, thinking to himself how wonderful Little Auntie was.

Three reporters remained on the scene.

After answering the questions, the person in charge of Beijin approached Mianmian, took a deep breath to gather courage, and asked the question on the netizens’ minds, "Little Auntie, your fans are asking if you will continue to live-stream giveaways and divine for people in the future."