Chapter 54: End of the Livestream, Return of the Wealth God’s Disciple

Chapter 54 - End of the Livestream, Return of the Wealth God’s Disciple Note: Don't Forget to join my Patreon.com/flokixy to get access to +40 Advance Chapters I have to stop if there is no support "Big Brother, don't ask how I know. Just tell me if what I said is correct or not." "You... you're right." At first, when Liu Cong heard the childish voice of the "little master" his mother mentioned, he thought his mother had gone completely insane in her desperation to sabotage his plans with Meng Meng. He assumed she had hired some random child to spout nonsense. Though puzzled about how this person knew so much, Liu Cong couldn't deny that their relationship had indeed solidified after Meng Meng's hospitalization during the National Day holiday—specifically after her recovery from acute gastroenteritis. That period was difficult for his girlfriend, and Liu Cong had kept it private, sharing the details only with those directly involved. Even the girl who delivered the cake had no idea; everyone assumed Meng Meng had been moved by his sincerity. But now, this "little master" his mother brought in could recount everything so vividly. At this moment, doubt began creeping into Liu Cong's mind. However, canceling their long-planned post-graduation stay wasn't something he could do without an explanation. He needed a reason to give Meng Meng. "Why can't we go?" he asked. Hearing this question, You Yuan Ren finally exhaled in relief. It seemed her son hadn't completely lost his mind. "Of course I can explain!" Yao Yao chimed in, revealing the issue with the hotel. "If you don't believe me, Big Brother, you can call the police. Let the officers investigate—it'll be clear then!" The hotel owner was a repeat offender. The hidden cameras were cleverly concealed and had never been discovered, which was why they remained in place. If the police showed up now, there was no doubt they'd find evidence. [HAHAHAHA, here comes the familiar "call the police" segment!] [Dear police officers, wake up! Our little master has another task for you!] Even after hanging up with his mother, Liu Cong's mind was still reeling. His rational side screamed disbelief, but his body betrayed him as he instinctively dialed 110. By the time he realized what he was doing, the call had already connected. Hearing the police officer's voice on the other end, he could only nervously describe the situation at the hotel. The police were experienced with such cases; incidents involving hidden cameras in hotels weren't uncommon. After confirming the hotel's address, they immediately dispatched officers to investigate. Liu Cong didn't dare tell Meng Meng about this yet. The entire situation was too bizarre—even for him. Had he not been confronted with undeniable proof, he would never have believed it. For now, he decided to wait for the police's findings before saying anything. At least this way, he'd have concrete evidence. Besides, the police station was close to their school, and the hotel was nearby, giving him enough time to wait for the results. The police worked quickly. After roughly half an hour, Liu Cong received a call thanking him for his tip-off. The call was straightforward—a simple expression of gratitude for his report. The investigation confirmed that the hotel indeed had hidden cameras installed in its couple rooms, and the owner had been apprehended. "Holy... crap." At that moment, Liu Cong felt his materialist worldview shatter into pieces. This was the first time he had encountered something so overtly supernatural—and it involved himself. What terrified him most was imagining what might have happened if his mother hadn't intervened. If he and Meng Meng had proceeded as planned, their intimate moments would have been recorded in full. Suddenly, no philosophical collapse compared to the sheer horror of that thought. He had no exhibitionist tendencies, and the mere idea of such a video leaking sent chills down his spine. What terrified him even more was Meng Meng's soft personality. If such footage were to surface, she might not be able to handle it. Cancel the reservation! No longer daring to disobey his mother's warning, Liu Cong hurriedly initiated a refund through the booking app. Perhaps because the hotel owner had been arrested, no one processed the request promptly, so he had to wait for the system to automatically cancel the booking. After completing these steps, his trembling hands reached for his girlfriend's number. In his mind, the hardest part would be explaining this bizarre event to Meng Meng. In his haste to answer the earlier call, he had forgotten to record the conversation as evidence. Now he wondered if calling back would allow him to explain again. But all of that was a matter for the young couple to resolve later. --- On her end, after her son hung up, You Yuan Ren showered Yao Yao with profuse thanks. Without waiting for Yao Yao to stop her, she swiftly gifted thirty castles—equivalent to hundreds of thousands of yuan. Smiling warmly, she said, "Little Master, you've saved my only son. Consider this a token of appreciation for your hard work. Please don't refuse. Life is unpredictable, and if you don't accept this, I'd feel too embarrassed to seek your help in the future." You Yuan Ren was no fool. Her husband was in real estate, and they had faced crises before. Once, when they couldn't find a capable master to resolve an issue, an entire project had been halted, nearly bankrupting the family. This young master clearly had extraordinary abilities. Forming a connection with someone like her was undoubtedly worthwhile. Moreover, she genuinely believed the young master had saved her son. Even if she never needed help again, this money was well spent. With that, the wealthy woman ended the livestream with a smile. She still had matters to attend to regarding her son. Although the couple hadn't reached the final step, the master had declared them destined for each other. Now that she knew, as the future mother-in-law, she felt obligated to express her approval. Otherwise, the girl might think she disapproved of her! [No wonder she's rich—she casually tips hundreds of thousands.] [But for the little master, it's probably nothing. After all, she's from the Gu family. They're hardly short on cash.] From the start of the livestream, Gu Yu had openly introduced Yao Yao's identity. The recent press conference held by the Gu family had been widely covered by entertainment media, leaving no room for ambiguity. Yao Yao paid little attention to the chatter in the comments. The livestream was over, and it was time for cake. The private chef at the Gu residence was accustomed to her afternoon tea preferences and always prepared lavishly since she had a hearty appetite. "Seventh Brother, hurry up!" Yao Yao, who adored this ritual, began urging as soon as the livestream ended. "Coming, coming!" Gu Yu responded while quickly tidying up his phone. Then, he accompanied his sister downstairs. They headed straight to the backyard garden, where the afternoon tea was set up. By the time they arrived, the chef had already arranged everything. Yao Yao climbed onto her chair and happily picked up her favorite rose pastry, taking small bites. The flaky, soft crust paired perfectly with the honey-sweetened rose petal filling—it was fragrant and delicious. "Drink some sweet tea so you don't choke," Gu Yu said with a smile, handing her a cup. "Thank you, Seventh Brother! You should eat too!" Yao Yao took a big sip through the straw, then tilted her round chin toward him, gesturing for him to join her. Gu Yu wasn't fond of sweets and was mindful of his weight management, so he refrained from indulging. Instead, he attentively handed his sister the desserts she couldn't reach. The scene of the two siblings together was harmonious and heartwarming. As Yao Yao happily munched away, her round eyes suddenly paused. From the void, a cluster of merit unexpectedly appeared. Yes, a cluster. At a glance, there were at least thirty strands of merit. These merits flowed into Yao Yao's body like celestial rain, startling her so much that she dropped her pastry. If any practitioners of the occult were present, they would have seen her body radiating blinding golden light, akin to a Buddha statue. This was the manifestation of merit—an unmistakable sign. Even the accumulated merit of a hundred virtuous lifetimes paled in comparison to what Yao Yao was experiencing now. Yao Yao felt warmth envelop her entire being. Even her usually insatiable shadow grew quiet and docile. Where had this massive influx of merit come from? Frowning, she instinctively began calculating. Suddenly, her large eyes lit up. It turned out that her uncle's divine disciple had successfully completed his tribulation and ascended back to the celestial realm. And this merit was a gesture of gratitude for helping him through his trial. Was her uncle's divine disciple this wealthy? Sensing further, she detected the faint aroma of wealth within the merit. Instantly, Yao Yao understood—it was a disciple of the God of Wealth's temple. That explained everything. After all, in the mortal world, the incense offerings to the God of Wealth were among the highest in the celestial realms. While passersby might hesitate to enter other shrines, they rarely passed up the opportunity to worship at the God of Wealth's temple. As a divine disciple under the God of Wealth, it made perfect sense that he was affluent. Yao Yao grinned ear to ear. She had truly struck gold this time.