The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Ouch!" Jin Qingyan shrieked in pain and immediately placed his hand on his crotch. "You'll suffer for the rest of your life if you cripple my manhood," he said to An Xiaoning.

"Of course I won't. I'm not going to become a widow with a living husband just because I have one less man." She stood up all of a sudden and walked toward the bed while smacking some lotion onto her face.

"What do you mean? Are you telling me that you're going to look for other men in front of me?"

"That's not impossible either. I'm young, beautiful, and rich. It shouldn't be too difficult for me to find as many young and handsome chaps as I'd like, should it?"

Jin Qingyan felt as if his pride as her husband was being challenged.

She was not to be spared.

He lifted the duvet and laid down beside her before saying, "I was just casually asking you a question. Must you really treat me like this? Honey, I know I was wrong."

"No, you're not wrong at all. You're very right, you're absolutely right, you're the most correct!"

Jin Qingyan reached out to hold her hand and coaxed, "It's not worth getting upset at me because of this."

An Xiaoning shrugged his hand away and asked, "Why didn't you answer my call?"

"Because…" He knew that she would definitely hit the roof if he were to tell her that he was with Bu Xianxian at the time, since he was aware that she disliked Bu Xianxian.

"Because I was just at home and didn't stray too far away. I was thinking that it wasn't necessary to answer, lest I waste any money on the phone bills."

An Xiaoning's anger grew upon hearing how he still refused to come clean.

She kicked him off the bed and hissed, "Go sleep in the study."

"Why!?! I don't want to sleep in the study," Jin Qingyan protested while climbing onto his feet.

She got down from the bed and continued to kick him, though he refused to budge.

He grabbed the headboard tightly for dear life and refused to let go no matter how hard she kicked.

An Xiaoning had no choice but to walk to the dressing room and pick out her outfit for tomorrow before exiting the bedroom.

Jin Qingyan stared at the empty bedroom, unsure why she had gotten so infuriated. In his opinion, she was simply being too petty.

He laid on the bed alone, bored out of his wits.

He continued to toss and turn in bed but simply could not fall asleep.

He decided to put on his home slippers and go out to find out which room his wife had gone to sleep in.

He headed to the study to find that it was empty.

He then checked the guestroom, only to find that she was not there either.

Could she have gone outside? he wondered.

"Fan Shixin."

Fan Shixin hurried towards him and asked, "Young Sir, what's the matter?"

"Have you seen Young Madam?"

"No, I haven't."

Jin Qingyan turned around and chanced upon the sight of An Xiaoning coming out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand.

She pretended not to notice his presence and went straight to the guest room.

Jin Qingyan instantly felt rather embarrassed.

He did not chase after her and made his way upstairs instead.

An Xiaoning locked the door and laid down in bed after finishing her milk.

At the same time, Auntie Chen came out of the kitchen with the freshly-brewed broth and said to Jin Qingyue, who was sitting on the couch, "Missy, would you like to bring the broth to Mr. Ling?"

"Sure." Jin Qingyue stood up to take the bowl from Auntie Chen's hands and brought it to Ling Ciye's room.

Just as she placed the bowl onto the table, his phone began to ring.

Jin Qingyue took a look at the caller display and dared not pick up the call without his permission, in fear of causing any misunderstanding.

"Brother Ciye, your phone is ringing."

"Oh… pass it to me." He struggled to open his eyes and extended an arm out to grab his phone.

Jin Qingyue hurriedly handed the phone to him, after which he swiped on the screen and answered the call. "Hello."

"…"

"I fell asleep and didn't hear my phone ringing."

"…"

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?"

"…"

"I'm at Qingyan's place right now. I had too much to drink earlier. I'll be spending the night here."

"…"

"We'll talk when you're back."

He ended the call. Jin Qingyue then handed him the broth and said, "Brother Ciye, Auntie Chen made this. Have some, it'll ease your discomfort."

"Alright, thanks." He flung his phone onto the bed and grabbed the bowl.

"I'm going back to my room then." Jin Qingyue left his room but did not close the door.

Ling Ciye finished the broth and placed the bowl onto the table before laying down again.

His head began to ache immensely while he kept his eyes wide open.

He had a nagging discomfort in his stomach too.

After much thought, he decided to call Song Yan again.

The first thing he said was, "Song Yan, I've gotten our fortunes told."

"What was the outcome?" Song Yan asked.

"It said that our unborn child will pass away at the end of this month. So, could you withdraw from filming? I'll pay the compensation fees."

Song Yan snorted and sneered, "If the child is destined to die, I would still suffer a miscarriage if I stop filming and stay at home. Since it's all fated, what more can I say? Are you telling me this on purpose because you don't want to marry me?"

"No…"

"The fortune-teller must've told you that there wouldn't be a future for us too, right? Don't tell me you sought An Xiaoning to read our fortunes," said Song Yan.

"Yes. She's always been well known for her accurate predictions. What really irks me is, shouldn't you be coming back now to register our marriage right away?" Ling Ciye asked.

"I already told you I won't be going back for the time being. I believe it wouldn't be too late to wait 'til I come back to register our marriage. It's only going to be a few extra days anyway. If you really want to marry me, a few days wouldn't make a difference, would it?"

"I'm really finding it harder and harder to communicate with you."

Song Yan's hackles began to rise. "Ling Ciye, what do you mean? You actually went to get the child's and our fortunes told. Just tell me straight if you don't want to marry me. It's not like I must marry you anyway!" she snapped.

"What I mean is the child might really pass away at the end of this month and I just wanted you to be careful not to move about vigorously. Song Yan, is work really more important to you than our child and I are?"

"I've really had enough…"

Ling Ciye was extremely frustrated and disappointed to hear her hang up on him.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Yet, he still could not fall asleep.

He was incredibly upset and in utter discomfort.

Soon, his stomach began to twist and turn. He threw up onto the ground immediately, not even making it to the rubbish bin.

He stood up and walked towards the bathroom on an unsteady gait to rinse his mouth. He finally felt much more relieved.

After coming out of the room, he sat on the couch and said to the servant, "Please clean up the room. I threw up in there."

"Alright." The servant immediately proceeded to clean up.

Not long after, the servant returned and said, "Mr. Ling, I've cleaned up everything. Please take the other guest room instead, there's still a pungent odor in the one I just cleaned up."

"Sure, thank you." He stood up slowly and declined the servant's offer to help him.

He scrambled unsteadily towards the guest room.

He pushed the door open and entered straight away since the door was not locked. Thinking that it was the guest room the servant was referring to because the lights were on in the room, he closed the door and locked it from the inside.

He then walked toward the bathroom in a bid to answer nature's call.

In a drunken stupor, he subconsciously pushed the bathroom door open.

As soon as the door opened, Jin Qingyue, who had just taken off her clothes for a shower, was shocked out of her senses.

He stood by the door and was greeted with the sight of her standing below the shower head, stark naked. He gazed at her petite and slender figure and at her fair, porcelain skin, dumbfounded and shocked.