The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Facing each other, Song Yan and Chen Liang put the wedding bands onto each other's ring finger and pulled each other into an embrace in front of their dearest family and friends.

The crowd broke into boisterous applause and began cheering loudly. Song Yan stealthily turned around and looked at the guests, only to see that Ling Ciye and Jin Qingyue were murmuring between themselves. They were not looking at her at all.

Filled with immense sorrow, Song Yan pulled a long face throughout the process of changing into her next gown together with her husband.

However, Chen Liang had noticed the change in her expression, despite it being ever so slight.

He simply pretended not to notice.

Chen Liang planned to have a few more drinks with Ling Ciye during the toasting ceremony. However, Ling Ciye and Jin Qingyue did not attend the wedding banquet. Song Yan scanned the crowd, only to discover that they were not there.

Meanwhile, Ling Ciye and Jin Qingyue were discussing what to have for lunch while on their way home.

"There was a feast available at the banquet, yet you insist on having lunch at home," said Ling Ciye, staring at her affectionately.

"We've already given them their wedding gift and watched the solemnization ceremony. There's no need to stay for the banquet. Hubby, what would you like to have for lunch?" Jin Qingyue asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"You."

Jin Qingyue glanced at him bashfully and said, "Didn't you have enough last night?"

"Not at all. You almost sucked me dry."

"Since when did I… You were the one who kept bugging me," Jin Qingyue retorted.

"I was the one who initiated the first time, but who was the one who wanted to go again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Qingyue punched him playfully. They looked at each other and smiled gleefully.

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"'I've thought about it and I feel that it'd be inappropriate for you and Jin Qingyan to live in the same house, even if you're not sharing the same room. After all, you two are divorced. You either move back to your own mansion or move back in with your family at the Gu family mansion. Don't live with him anymore. I'll send my people to protect you in secret. You can lie low anywhere," said Tuoba Gucheng.

"Aren't you just getting your people to monitor me that way?" An Xiaoning questioned.

"I'm worried about your safety."

"There's no need for that. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Your Majesty, I think it's very safe for me to live in Wei Ni Estate for the time being," An Xiaoning said calmly.

Tuoba Gucheng was ill at ease, for he was worried that An Xiaoning and Jin Qingyan would rekindle their feelings for each other over time, especially since they were once in love and even had a child together. In fact, Jin Qingyan had even saved her life. Thus, after much thought, he decided that it would be better for An Xiaoning to move out of his house. His heart sank after hearing An Xiaoning's words. "You either move out of his house or come to the Autumn Palace. Pick one."

He refused to give in at all.

After a moment of silence, An Xiaoning answered, "Got it. You must also promise not to send people to monitor me."

"Are you exchanging conditions with me?"

"Shouldn't I?"

Tuoba Gucheng chuckled lightly and said, "You should. I promise. There's also another thing I'd like to tell you…"

"What is it? Feel free to speak your mind."

"There's only one rule I have for you to follow. Don't let me find out that you're seeing anyone. I'd rather ruin you than let anyone else have you."

Greatly taken aback, An Xiaoning answered, "You're being unreasonable. I'm only thirty years old. Am I supposed to remain single for the rest of my life?"

"Don't you still have me?"

"You?" An Xiaoning scoffed and continued, "It's absolutely impossible between you and me, Your Majesty. Why do you always forget my words?"

"Even if it's impossible, you can't break this rule! If I don't care about you, would I be concerned about whether you're dead or alive? And since I care for you, you're not allowed to rebel against me. I won't repeat myself again. Bear my words in mind!" he snapped.

After ending the call, An Xiaoning put her phone away.

She turned around and sat down on the couch, after which she picked up the bottle of blue liquor and began pouring some Dreamyanghe into a goblet slowly.

She gulped the liquor down in one sitting, and a familiar taste infiltrated her senses. It was Jin Qingyan's personal concoction.

According to him, the special liquor came at an exorbitant price.

Vexed and frustrated, An Xiaoning decided to chug the entire bottle of liquor.

She downed the liquor that had such a high alcohol content despite having a weak alcohol tolerance. One can only imagine the effects it would have on her body.

She lay on the couch, all flushed red with her eyes glassed over.

Jin Qingyan came home from work at half past five, only to see that she had sprawled herself across the couch and was counting numbers like a fool.

"35267, 35268… hey… you're back?" She stood up on an unsteady gait and stared at him through her blurry vision. "Why are there so many of you, Jin Qingyan? One, two, three…"

She began pointing her finger at him and counting incessantly while reeking strongly of alcohol.

Amused by the sight of an intoxicated An Xiaoning, Jin Qingyan asked, "Just how much did you drink?"

"One bottle! I finished all your liquor," she answered while chuckling.

"I concocted it especially for you. I've already gotten sick of it. Why did you drink so much? You can always just tell me your troubles," said Jin Qingyan, leaning closer toward her.

An Xiaoning tried to open her eyes wider with all her might. She draped her arms around his neck and leaped up slowly. He straightened his back while she leaned against him, murmuring incoherently in a drunken stupor.

"Qingyan…"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do. Isn't it obvious enough?" He carried her onto the bed while she straddled him and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"I love you too."

Her voice was extremely faint and soft, so much so that Jin Qingyan almost thought she had fallen asleep.

Her confession was like music to his ears. "What did you say?"

"I said, I love you." She repeated herself, "Jin Qingyan, I love you."

"I know."

"No, you don't." She let go of him, sat up straight, and stared at him. "How would you know? If you knew that I love you, you wouldn't have distrusted me."

"I was wrong, I won't dare to distrust you again," he said in a tender and delicate voice, trying to coax her.

Tears began to stream down An Xiaoning's face. Women would usually let their hearts rule their heads once they get drunk and reveal their vulnerable side.

He wiped her tears gently and asked, "Just what happened? Don't cry."

"If only we didn't get divorced. If we didn't get divorced, we would still be a lawfully-married couple. Who'd dare to break us up openly? Who would?"

"We can just get married again and register our marriage at the Civil Administration Office whenever we'd like."

Shaking her head fervently, she refused, "I don't have the guts to do it. Qingyan, I dare not marry you again, I dare not…"

"Xiaoning, it's all my fault," said Jin Qingyan, overwhelmed with misery at the sight of her bawling like a child.

Cupping his face in her hands, she stared at him solemnly and said, "Qingyan, let's discuss something."

"What is it?"

His heart sank as soon as he noticed the austere expression on her face. Don't tell me she doesn't want to see me again?

No way!

I'll never agree to it!

An Xiaoning extended a hand out to unbuckle his belt while he watched her proceed to untuck his shirt from his trousers. She then pointed at his erect member and exclaimed, "You're not allowed to put this inside other women!"