The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"Where do you live?"

"Block C."

"Which block is the two-bedroom apartment you mentioned to me in?"

"The same one as mine."

"Such a coincidence. On which floor do you live?" Fang Erlan asked.

"The sixth, unit 601."

"What about the one we're viewing now?"

"Opposite mine."

Fang Erlan asked in surprise, "You mean the apartment is right opposite yours?"

"Yes. What's the matter? Are you unwilling to become my neighbor in the future?"

"No, it's just, you're a megacelebrity while I'm just a newbie. What if the paparazzi snap photos of us living in the same estate and spark rumors about us cohabiting?"

"Nah, the paparazzi and reporters have eyes to see. How could I possibly cohabit with you?"

Fang Erlan was speechless.

They then boarded the elevator to ascend to the sixth floor.

Fang Erlan initially thought that the owner of the apartment would still be living there. To her surprise, unit 602 was completely empty. "Doesn't this apartment have an owner?" she asked.

"There used to be people living here but they later minded the fact that it was too small and decided to sell it to move into a bigger house. This apartment hasn't been sold yet at the moment. Thus, I called the sales office to ask about this unit after hearing that you are looking to buy one."

She looked at the floor plan and layout of the apartment and estimated it to be about 80 to 90 square meters. It was rather spacious for her since she would be living alone.

She suddenly discovered that the balcony of this apartment was rather close to that of the one opposite.

There was a distance of only about a meter between the balconies.

In other words, she could see him from the balcony easily if she were to move into this apartment.

She initially thought that there would be very few chances for them to meet again once the filming for the television series was to officially end, yet they had now become potential neighbors.

Seeing that she had already taken a tour around the house, Yan Ge asked, "What do you think of this apartment? It's well renovated. If you don't like it, you may renovate it again. Otherwise, you may move in immediately after buying some furniture."

"I do like this apartment, but…"

"But what?"

"But I think we'd be living too close to each other."

"And then?"

"I'm afraid of being berated to death by your fans?"

"When the rumors of you being in a relationship with Jing Yang spread like wildfire previously, you didn't get berated to death by his fans, did you? Why would it be a different case with me? Don't tell me, you actually think that my fans are much more intimidating than his? You're the one looking to buy an apartment. It's up to you to decide whether you want it or not. You'll know what the environment is like after taking a look around the estate later."

"Um… I, I need to use the washroom. Can you lend me yours?"

"Come over." He turned around.

Fang Erlan followed closely behind and closed the door.

The air conditioner in his apartment was switched on, thus allowing the air to feel cool and comfortable. Pointing at a door, Yan Ge said, "It's over there."

She nodded and walked toward the washroom.

After she was done answering nature's call, she realized that there was no toilet paper left. Fang Erlan gently opened a drawer beside her to discover that there was some toilet paper inside. However, instead of grabbing it, she picked up a blue-colored rectangular box.

Fang Erlan turned red the instant she saw the label on the box. It was a box of condoms that had already been opened before.

Her hands were burning hot, and she quickly put the box back inside the drawer.

Turns out he still has that…

Since the box is already opened, he must've used the condoms inside. But who did he use it with?

Fang Erlan's face turned hot and red the moment she realized what she was wondering about.

He immediately sensed that something was unusual about her when she came out of the washroom. "What happened to your face?"

"Huh? It's nothing. Um, I'm going back now," she said with a smile.

"Here, I made you some coffee. Finish it before you leave."

She took it from his hands and sat down on the couch.

"You're usually so talkative. Why have you become so quiet now?"

Smiling wryly, Fang Erlan asked after some consideration, "Do you have an official girlfriend right now?"

"No."

"How many friends with benefits do you have, then?"

He squinted and placed his cup of coffee onto the coffee table. "We've worked together for more than half a year now. Do you really think I'm such a person?"

"If you don't have a girlfriend or any friends with benefits… why do you have those things in your washroom? You've even used them before."

"What things?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

He stood up, strode toward the washroom, and returned two minutes later with the box of condoms in his hands. Shaking it in front of her, he asked, "You mean this?"

"Yes," she answered softly.

"The box has been opened, but I've never used any of the condoms inside. If you don't believe me, you may count it. All twenty of them are in there."

He placed it onto the coffee table. Needless to say, Fang Erlan definitely wouldn't look at it, for it was rather embarrassing to count it in front of him.

She cleared her throat and said, "There's no need to…"

"You've never had a boyfriend and yet you're aware of such things?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" He's blatantly insulting my intelligence!

"Do you know how it's used, then?"

"Of course I do…"

"How?" he prompted.

"…"

Staring at the sheepish smirk on his face, she felt a strong urge to splash the boiling-hot coffee over his head to make him wake up from his idea.

"Why aren't you talking?"

"I don't want to talk to you!"

He guffawed and explained, "I didn't buy the condoms. They were a gift from a friend. He manufactures condoms, and so he decided to give me a few sample boxes, claiming that they're impressive. He wanted me to try them out. They've been sitting in my drawer for over six months now. I too want to give them a try, but unfortunately, there's no one I can try them with."

"…"

Fang Erlan felt an immediate sense of relief after hearing his explanation and also burst into laughter.

—

An Xiaoning fell asleep rather late last night, and it was already nine o'clock in the morning by the time she woke up.

Henry was no longer sitting on the couch. She put on her pajamas and headed downstairs where she asked, "Auntie Chen, where's Qingyan?"

"Young Sir has left for the office."

"The office?"

She called Fan Shixin on his mobile phone and sat down by the dining table, feeling feeble and lethargic with an acute headache.

"Young Madam, are you looking for me?"

"Is it now Henry or Qingyan?"

"It's Young Sir. Young Sir realized what had happened the moment he saw his outfit when he woke up. He asked me if you'd found out about it yet and I told him that we only returned from V Nation in the middle of last night. I managed to hide it from him. By the way, the exhibition at the museum will commence tomorrow. You may go take a look with Young Sir this afternoon."

"Alright. I'll go look him up at the office after breakfast," said An Xiaoning, resting her chin in her hand.

"Okay."

"Go ahead and get busy."

He nodded and left.

"Young Madam, do eat more. I noticed that you've gotten thinner lately," said Auntie Chen, serving her her breakfast.

"The food you make is so delicious, Auntie Chen. I eat so much of it all the time. Auntie Chen, will you teach me how to make some noodles another day?"

"Sure, but the kitchen reeks of smoke and oil. I'll make them for you if you'd like to have some."

"I want to learn how to make some for Qingyan."

"How thoughtful of you, Young Madam. Young Sir will enjoy any food that you make," Auntie Chen praised.

An Xiaoning could not help but be reminded of the horrendous "cuisine" she had whipped up previously. She smiled and said, "He's probably afraid to eat the food I cook again."

"Nah, that can't be."