Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 170 - 169: I’m Waiting for That Little Guy

Chapter 170: Chapter 169: I’m Waiting for That Little Guy

The denial from the person fated for her sparked another round of discussion among the Live Broadcast Room audience for Mianmian.

[How could it not be possible? If our Little Auntie says it’s possible, then it’s possible.]

[Brother, it’s been ten years. If your dog reincarnated right away, it’d be ten years old by now. Maybe it really is your Maomao.]

[How about checking for birthmarks? I’ve seen a video clip where someone’s dog passed away, and after 8 years they got a new dog, and that dog developed the same birthmark.]

Everyone was clamoring to give advice to the person fated for her, but he still furrowed his brows in dismay.

The slim white dog circled around his feet, excitedly sniffing his scent, yet he didn’t bend down to pet it.

"That’s all I can say," Mianmian upheld the principle her dad had told her that when selling something you should make the buyer happy, and asked, "How about it? Want to chat more with Mianmian?"

The person fated for her, who had been observing the dog by his side, stared at Mianmian upon hearing her and asked, "Why only so much? Can’t you finish telling me my entire future? Or do you simply not have the ability?"

Feeling her fortune-telling abilities questioned, Mianmian puffed up her cheeks, a bit angry as she said, "It’s not that I can’t finish it, it’s just that’s as far as it goes. Mianmian can’t see any further."

The person fated for her continued to press: "Why can’t you see? What’s the reason?"

"I don’t know," Mianmian was perplexed too, shaking her little head, "Maybe your fate with Mianmian isn’t over yet?"

This sort of inability to see was something Mianmian had experienced before, so she wasn’t flustered.

What she was curious about was what fate she still shared with this person fated for her. After all, one was in the south, the other in the north, world’s apart – where could their future connection possibly lie?

Little Bun’s face full of question marks made the person fated for her laugh again.

"Alright then, since you say so, I can’t do anything about it," he paused then emphasized, "You’ve already received the Divination Money, so does our fate for today end here?"

Mianmian nodded then quickly shook her head: "Don’t end it just yet, Mianmian still has something to tell you. Big brother, your cousin’s child wasn’t killed by you, don’t worry. He fainted because he had his own heart problems, has been receiving treatment for a long time, but couldn’t be cured."

"Also, Mianmian really likes your vengeful nature! If we are really fated to meet again, Mianmian can teach you Martial Arts! The kind where you can make people feel pain without it showing!"

Little Bun didn’t feel at all that what she was saying was a bit frightening, gesticulating away.

The person fated for her chuckled.

[No way, is our Little Auntie going from white to black?]

[Whether it’s going from white to black, I don’t know. But I do like this kind of vengeful nature. I also have a dog, and if someone eats my dog in front of me, I’d beat them up too!]

[To be honest, if it weren’t illegal to commit murder, anyone torturing my dog in front of me, I’d wish...]

Seeing the barrage in the chat praising the vengeance as right, a gleam flickered through the person fated for her’s eyes.

He responded to Mianmian’s words: "Alright, if we are fated, we will meet again."

After speaking, the person fated for her wanted to end the video call, but then saw Little Bun stretching out her pinky from the screen.

"Then let’s make a pinky promise, if we meet again, Mianmian will teach you Martial Arts!"

The person fated for her paused.

When he was young, whenever his mom promised him something, they would childishly make pinky promises. On the day his parents were in a car accident, which happened to be his birthday, they had made a pinky promise saying they would have a cake with Sun Wukong on it.

Unfortunately, that wish was never fulfilled.

Did Little Bun foresee this event, deliberately doing this?

As the person fated for her was pondering, the bright grape-like eyes of the Little Bun in front of him suddenly lost their luster.

Seeing that the person fated for her was reluctant to pinky promise with her, Mianmian was lowering her head in disappointment, but then she heard his voice, "Alright, if we meet again, you’ll teach me Martial Arts, and we’ll pinky promise – a hundred-year contract that can’t be changed."

"Okay, pinky promise, a hundred-year contract that can’t be changed!"

Across the screen, the two of them made their pact.

The next second, the video connection was cut off.

[Ah, I want to make a pinky promise with Little Auntie too, wuuu wuuu wuuu.]

[After calculating fortune for three fated individuals in seven days, is today’s broadcast over? Will Little Auntie continue the live stream tomorrow? I still want to see Little Auntie.]

[Mianmian YYDS, will you continue the live stream tomorrow?]

Realizing the live stream was about to end, the netizens sent barrage messages to retain her.

But their efforts were in vain. As the parent, Su Chenzhou, who cared deeply for his little niece who had been watching the screen all afternoon, appeared on camera, "That’s right, today’s live stream is over. The next fortune-telling live stream will be in seven days. Little Auntie will see you all in seven days~"

Following her six nephews and nieces, Mianmian said, "See you in seven days~"

She waved her small hands and then let out a big yawn, with tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. Knowing the live streaming was over, Little Bun instantly entered a state of exhaustion, her eyelids drooping down, completely overwhelmed with sleepiness.

The netizens didn’t know what else to say.

No matter how senior or capable Little Auntie was, she was essentially still a child.

A child, who conscientiously sat in front of the screen doing eye exercises non-stop, had live-streamed for them for a whopping five hours. They had shown incredible professionalism, so it really wasn’t appropriate to ask for more live streaming.

The live stream was shut down at 7:20 PM.

Mianmian blinked her eyes and took out the Bright Eye Pills made by her mom from a small bag, sharing them with her six nephews and nieces in a bamboo tube.

"Watching the screen is really exhausting, so you should also take this, Chenzhou. It can make your eyes brighter and help you see further," she said.

Su Chenzhou didn’t expect that he would actually receive the medicine from Little Auntie, he accepted the pills and said thank you.

The spirit named Green, who had been sitting on Mianmian’s shoulder watching her live stream, spoke up at this time, "Those two ghosts over there, as well as the souls of the rat demons you’ve captured, haven’t been dealt with yet. Send them off quickly."

Mianmian truly hadn’t sent off the male ghost and Weiwei.

She hurriedly wrote a letter to Judge Cui Yu, asking him to let Yao Qian come over again and take all these guys to the Underworld.

The reply came back quickly, but it wasn’t from Judge Cui Yu, rather it was from Judge Zhong Kui. Judge Zhong Kui said that all the Ghost Envoys were busy and instructed her to send them down herself.

Mianmian yawned while she wrote back, burned the letter to send it to the Underworld, and the next second, she collapsed on the table and fell asleep.

"You little brat, tired yourself out, huh?" said Green, using a new term he had learned. He shook his head and ran off to the Su Family’s guest room to chat with the Snake Demon and the Zombies.

After all, the child had family to look after her; he didn’t need to worry!

Mianmian, under the gentle care of Old Lady Su and the maids, had her hairpin removed and enjoyed a fragrant bath. She woke up for a while during the process and then fell asleep again.

In the Underworld, inside Yama Hall, Zhong Kui was pacing back and forth in front of Cui Yu.

Annoyed by Zhong Kui’s pacing, Cui Yu asked, "What exactly are you doing?"

Zhong Kui’s eyes were wide: "I’m waiting for that little guy, why hasn’t she sent the ghosts over yet? I’ve sent all the Ghost Envoys off to work."

Cui Yu’s voice was cold: "If you’re really that bored, go interrogate a few more evil spirits instead of blatantly slacking off here. Be careful, or I might file a report about you to Judge Yama."

Zhong Kui: ...

"Don’t tell me you don’t want to see that little girl. You must also want to, or else why would you agree to my actions? Besides, constantly reviewing cases is exhausting, isn’t a halftime break allowed?"

Cui Yu, however, didn’t play along with Zhong Kui: "If she hasn’t come, she must be busy. Stop waiting."

A certain Little Bun was lying comfortably on a soft bed, blowing bubbles, indeed very busy.

By this time, it was deep into the night.

The third individual with fate stood outside a dilapidated wooden hut, watching the police handcuff the dog thief. The reasons for the arrest were arson, forest fire, and destroying someone else’s property.

"Hello, thank you for your righteous report. We are now taking the suspect back for questioning, and as the person who reported the crime, you need to come with us. May I know how to address you over the phone?"

The fated individual hesitated for a moment and then said, "My name is Yang Xian."

The policeman smiled, "All right, Mr. Yang, is this dog yours?"

Yang Xian looked down at the white, slender dog beside him, "Yes, it’s mine. Its name is Maomao."

Both man and dog got into the police car.