Mom's Back. The Villain Triplets Are in Trouble.

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: The Hot Search Exploded

During her break, Gu Qingyin gave Huo Xingye a call.

Huo Xingye answered quickly, but only the sound of soft breathing came through—he didn’t say a word.

Gu Qingyin raised an eyebrow. "Forgot how to greet people?"

The breathing hitched, and after a long moment, a single word came out: "...Mom."

Gu Qingyin smiled. "Did you watch the livestream?"

With the change of subject, Huo Xingye audibly relaxed. "I did."

"I need information on the owner of that futuristic villa," Gu Qingyin said frankly. "That place is haunted, and not by an ordinary ghost. If it isn’t dealt with soon, someone is going to die."

"Okay." Huo Xingye agreed without hesitation. "I’ll send you the file later."

Gu Qingyin hummed in acknowledgment, then asked, "Did you eat properly today?"

Huo Xingye sounded a bit exasperated but answered honestly, "I ate right on time."

"What a good boy," Gu Qingyin said, her voice laced with a smile. "Wait for Mommy to come back and bring you a gift."

"Okay," Huo Xingye replied. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Don’t pay too much attention to the stuff online. I’ll take care of it."

"You mean the rumor that Xinghai hired me to act?" Gu Qingyin chuckled. "I don’t care, but you should still resolve it quickly. After all, your little brother still has to make a living in the entertainment industry."

After finishing her call with Huo Xingye, Gu Qingyin took a shower, changed into some loose clothing, and sat on the carpet in her room to cultivate. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought she was meditating.

The viewers in the livestream chat were all marveling at Gu Qingyin’s self-discipline. If it were them, they would have dived straight into bed at the first opportunity.

[Is there a master lip-reader here? Who was Sister Qing calling just now?]

[I’m curious too, she looked so happy when she smiled!]

[They only caught a little bit, but Sister Qing called herself ’Mommy.’ It’s reasonable to assume the person on the other end was her other son.]

[Sister Qing is really winning at life. Triplets in one go, and each one is so outstanding.]

...

Gu Qingyin remained seated like that for over half an hour, making the livestream feed look like a static image.

More than half of the viewers gradually trickled away, all heading over to the Fu Family’s stream—Feng Xia had gone crazy and cracked Fu Zimo’s head open. During their argument, they had also accidentally exposed the Fu Family’s scandals, causing the entire internet to erupt and dominating several trending topics.

This is what happened. Let’s rewind fifty minutes.

After leaving the Lin Family Siblings’ villa, Fu Zimo and Feng Xia returned in silence to their own accommodations: a two-story, bohemian-style villa.

The entrance opened into a living room with a powerful color palette: an orange-red sofa, a colorful diamond-patterned rug, rattan coffee table and chairs, a hollowed-out chandelier, and greenery everywhere.

The overall style exuded a sense of passion and freedom, which clashed with Fu Zimo and Feng Xia’s auras, probably because both of their expressions were too grim.

Fu Zimo hadn’t achieved his goal, so he was naturally in a bad mood and had no desire to keep up appearances for the camera.

He wasn’t afraid of his fans seeing his true colors. They were a flock of blind followers who would believe anything their idol said. All it would take later was a casual explanation.

As for Feng Xia, she knew something was off about herself. She had an instinctual fear of things like talismans. Even facing Gu Qingyin filled her with an inexplicable dread. And that villa—just getting near it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

But she didn’t know what was happening to her, and she was terrified.

On top of that, after being out for half the day, she had come to realize just how low her standing was in her son’s eyes. Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point; the slightest disturbance could make her snap.

But of course, Fu Zimo was used to taking out his frustrations on her.

Fu Zimo sat on the sofa and looked at Feng Xia with dissatisfaction. "Mom, how come you didn’t manage to get the top card even once?" If she had, he would have torn off Huo Xinghai’s hypocritical mask long ago.

Feng Xia stopped in her tracks. Her dark eyes stared at him, her voice eerily calm. "You only got it once, too."

Her words, combined with her lifeless tone, were like adding fuel to the fire. Fu Zimo instantly exploded.

"Are you mocking me? What right do you have to mock me? Don’t forget who you have to thank for the fact that you can still stay with the Fu Family and enjoy a life of luxury!"

Darkness swam before Feng Xia’s eyes, but her words gave no ground. "Of course, it’s because I am the matriarch of the Fu Family!"

"Ha," Fu Zimo sneered. "Everyone in the circle laughs at you. You’re Mrs. Fu in name only, but you’re the only one who refuses to see it! How long has it been since Dad took you to a public event? Don’t you have any clue?"

A buzz went through Feng Xia’s head, and she completely lost her sanity. She screamed, and as if she’d gone mad, she grabbed things from the coffee table and started throwing them at Fu Zimo, cursing nonstop.

And just like that, everyone knew that Mr. Fu kept a second, third, and fourth mistress, and had enough illegitimate sons and daughters to fill two mahjong tables.

Fu Zimo’s expression changed drastically. He kept trying to shut his mother up, but Feng Xia was unusually strong when she was in a frenzy, and for a moment, he couldn’t restrain her.

The viewers in the livestream chat were stunned.

[Even novels aren’t this dramatic.]

[Are all wealthy families this messy?]

[I’m shocked, fam! Is Mr. Fu guilty of bigamy?]

[Suddenly feel so disgusted. I’m un-stanning. See you around, fam!]

[Punishment by association was abolished long ago! Zimo doesn’t need an old-fashioned fan like you!]

[As the saying goes, like father, like son...]

[Yeah, but... don’t you guys think Fu Zimo’s attitude toward his mom is terrible?]

The heated discussion was cut short by a loud CLANG from the livestream as Fu Zimo’s eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed to the floor.

The director, who was rushing over, felt his heart drop. He almost fainted. He quickly ordered someone to shut down the livestream and call an ambulance.

He was so anxious he wished he could ride on Wind and Fire Wheels, but the tour cart could only go so fast. Panicking was useless.

Shutting down the livestream did nothing to dampen the netizens’ enthusiasm. They moved the battle to Weibo to continue the discussion, and some even posted screen recordings.

#FuZimoInjured #FuWeiguoLoveLife #FengXiaKillsSon

Hashtags like these quickly shot up the trending lists, and the production team began emergency PR damage control.

On the small island, the director finally arrived at the villa ten minutes later. The moment he pushed the door open, he was hit by the faint smell of blood. His face instantly paled, and his body swayed.

’Just how much blood is there?!’

"Director, stay with us!" The follow-up director in charge of the Fu Family grabbed him, praying inwardly, ’Director Qian, please don’t faint, please don’t faint! I really can’t handle this!’

"Quick!" Director Qian stretched out a trembling hand. "Go check on Fu Zimo!"

The follow-up director helped Director Qian to the side, then looked at the two cameramen behind him and said urgently, "Go check on him!"

The two cameramen entered the living room together.

By this point, Feng Xia had disappeared somewhere. Only Fu Zimo was left, lying on the ground. The carpet beneath his head was soaked through with blood.

At first glance, it really looked like a murder scene.

One of the cameramen mustered his courage, reached out a hand to check under Fu Zimo’s nose, and then screamed in terror, "He’s not breathing!"

Upon hearing this, Director Qian’s vision swam, and he lost consciousness completely.

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