The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Since she was considered to be dead by Jin Qingyan, she could only rely on her own abilities to escape.

It was an arduous task to have to constantly please the person whom she detested.

She was waiting for a suitable time and opportunity to leave this place.

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In the pitch-dark room, Jin Qingyan continuously flailed his arms about in the air involuntarily, after which he frantically switched on the lights, which lit the room up immediately.

Jin Qingyan broke out into a cold sweat and sat up straight, his heart palpitating vigorously.

He rarely had such realistic dreams.

It felt as if it was happening in real life.

In fact, he even felt surreal the moment he woke up.

He could not help but begin pondering over the scene in the dream.

After getting a grip on his emotions, he called Fan Shixin into the room.

Fan Shixin was extremely reluctant to crawl out of his warm and comfortable bed, especially since he was in the midst of a peaceful slumber in the freezing winter.

However, he dared not disobey Jin Qingyan's instructions.

He got dressed and headed to Jin Qingyan's room, where the door was intentionally left ajar.

"Young Sir," Fan Shixin greeted.

"Find a way to show me the photos of Pei Yi's territory in R Nation."

"Young Sir, why do you want to see those photos?"

"Don't ask why, just show me their photos, as soon as possible."

Fan Shixin had no choice but to obey. "Alright."

"Go ahead immediately. It's very important, step on it."

He nodded and proceeded immediately.

Jin Qingyan sat on the bed alone with a somber expression on his face.

Jin Qingyan was filled with anxiety at the thought of the dream he had and waited for the photos to be ready.

He lay in bed until daybreak. After breakfast, Fan Shixin handed him some photos and said, "Here are some high-definition photos of his mansion, which were taken by the satellite system. It's confirmed to be his."

Jin Qingyan took the photos from him and began scrutinizing them while the smile on his face widened.

Puzzled to see his bizarre smile, Fan Shixin asked worriedly, "Young Sir, why are you so happy?"

"Shixin, come with me." After looking at all the photos, Jin Qingyan headed to his bedroom upstairs while Fan Shixin followed closely behind him.

"Do you know why I wanted these photos?"

"Why…"

"I had a dream last night, during which I flew here. Guess what I saw?"

Having witnessed several incredible and fantastical incidents, especially the absurd one about his Young Sir's incarnate from his previous life, Fan Shixin did not doubt Jin Qingyan's words at all.

"Young Sir, what did you see?"

"I saw Xiaoning and that Pei Yi lying together on a chair on the rooftop. I've seen photos of Pei Yi before, I can't be wrong. They were both dressed in red, and Xiaoning's legs were bound to thick and heavy chains. I yelled at the top of my lungs in an attempt to grab her but I just couldn't. I couldn't tell what they were talking about either. Shixin, Xiaoning must still be alive. I've never seen that place before I had this dream, and I found it so incredible after seeing these photos. Do you believe my words?" said Jin Qingyan, placing his hands on Fan Shixin's shoulders.

"I do." Fan Shixin would naturally be happy to hear what Jin Qingyan said, for the latter had been listless and dejected ever since An Xiaoning's mishap. Hence, it was rare to see him smile again.

"It felt too real. My soul had definitely drifted there, without a doubt. Shixin, I knew she wouldn't die. She's like a cat with nine lives. How could she have died so easily? She wouldn't. She definitely came up with a solution to stay alive. This is wonderful. No, I must rescue her out of that place!"

Noticing how worked up he got, Fan Shixin hurriedly said, "Young Sir, calm down. I believe that your dream was real, but we first have to verify if what happened in your dream really did take place in real life before jumping to conclusions."

"You still don't believe that my dream was real!"

"I do, I absolutely do! I suggested that you investigate it further, precisely because I believe you. Nothing will go wrong if we take action after verifying the truth."

Jin Qingyan let go of his shoulder and said, "We did that previously but ended up missing the right opportunity. Who knows what'll happen again this time if we wait until you've verified the truth? Find me a chance and solution now, I'm going in there myself."

"Young Sir, you can't do that. We'll send some people there. It's too dangerous for you to go there yourself!" Fan Shixin refused worriedly.

"You silly, do you really think I'll go in using my true identity? I have my own ways. Just do as I instructed," said Jin Qingyan, placing his hands behind him.

Fan Shixin was stuck in a tough dilemma because of his stubborn and obstinate employer. While he believed that Jin Qingyan's words were real, his rationality reminded him that it was merely a dream and it can't be confirmed to be real yet. It seemed to him that Jin Qingyan was just asking for death.

"Young Sir, don't act rashly."

"Dummy! I'll verify for myself whether or not it's real. You just have to follow the instructions I've given you. That'll do," Jin Qingyan reiterated.

"Yes…"

"Call Little Sir home later, I miss my son."

Fan Shixin could not help but chastise, "I was just asking you yesterday if you'd like to see Little Sir but you ignored me. Yet you feel like giving him some paternal love now that you're reminded of him. Young Sir, you're so capricious."

Feeling like his spirits had been lifted, Jin Qingyan smiled and said, "You're so full of nonsense. Hurry and do as you're told."

"Yes, I'll get to it right away."

An hour later, Jin Yiheng alighted from the car, dressed in a leather suit and thick quilted garments, coupled with a pair of leather boots and shades. He then began walking toward Jin Qingyan, who was dressed in blue.

Fan Shixin hurriedly followed behind.

"Daddy, why have you aged so much within just days?"

"In your eyes, I'll forever be aged. That's how the term 'Lao Zi' 1 came about. There… I'm your Lao Zi," said Jin Qingyan.

"Daddy, you're lying. Lao Zi was a Chinese philosopher during 500 B.C.!"

Jin Qingyan was speechless.

He held his son's hand and asked, "What would you like to have for lunch? I'll ask Granny Chen to make it for you. Training at the boot camp must be tough, isn't it?"

"No, not at all."

"Wow, you're all grown up now, eh? Uncle Shixin told me that you've never once mentioned that you wanted to withdraw from the academy. Well done, my son," Jin Qingyan praised gleefully.

"That goes without saying. I'm An Xiaoning's son. Mommy is my pride and joy, as well as my greatest role model. I can't give up and withdraw."

Staring at Jin Yiheng in displeasure, Jin Qingyan retorted, "I'm not that far off. Why didn't you say that I'm your role model too? Would you be here without me?"

Hah, what a joke. Would An Xiaoning have been able to give birth to such a brilliant and bright son without my marvelous genes? Jin Qingyan thought to himself.

Seemingly having guessed his thoughts, Jin Yiheng raised his chin and walked through the gate while saying, "You may have played a part in giving birth to me but you didn't raise me."

Jin Qingyan was on the verge of vomiting blood.

"He's definitely your son, no doubt, Young Sir. He's really got your genes." Fan Shixin then said to Jin Yiheng, "Little Sir, I'll send you back to the training ground tomorrow morning. You may spend the rest of today with your Daddy."