The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

22: How Daring of His Dainty Wife

“So, you’re a fortune-teller as well?” Mei Yangyang called out to stop An Xiaoning.

Adjusting her mask to cover her face, An Xiaoning admitted, “Yes, I am.”

“Sister, will you leave me with a means to contact you?” asked Mei Yangyang.

Thinking that Mei Yangyang was rather capable for her age, she agreed, “I don’t ever leave strangers with my contact details. But you’re an exception, because I feel a strange affinity between us.”

An Xiaoning then proceeded to give Mei Yangyang her mobile number. “It’s a great fortune to have met you. I won’t take your money,” chirped Mei Yangyang as she tucked the 10 yuan into An Xiaoning’s pocket, grinning from ear to ear.

An Xiaoning found Mei Yangyang to be rather genuine and sincere, though she did not insist on paying the latter again. “Don’t set up your stall here anymore. There are more cars than passers-by here, it’ll be hard for you to have any business. If you’d like to earn more, I can teach you how to,” the former continued.

“How?”

“Go set up your stall at a more crowded place, then place a sign at the side, saying ‘Fortune-telling: You’ll get your money back if it’s not accurate!’ I’m sure that would work.”

Having made sense of what An Xiaoning had said, Mei Yangyang began to thank her profusely, “Alright, I shall try that tomorrow. Thank you, Sister.”

After waving goodbye with smile, An Xiaoning then turned around to leave.

——

To her surprise, the moment she entered the villa An Xiaoning was greeted by the sight of Jin Qingyan’s Bentley parked in the backyard.

She kept her eyes fixed on the car, feeling a strong urge to bore a hole through it, as if it were Jin Qingyan.

He was, however, sitting in the living room and resting against the couched, his eyes closed and his legs atop the teapoy.

Hearing the noise made by An Xiaoning while changing into her home slippers, he slowly opened his eyes and scorned, “You went out so early in the morning only to return at such a late hour. Could it be that you went to meet your lover?”

“Yeah, I did,” An Xiaoning was quick to confess. “Let me count how many there are. Hmm, one… two… three… four… five… that’s too few. I shall go look for two more tomorrow,” she sneered.

Jin Qingyan’s face stiffened instantly. He had never known that his dainty wife was so bold and daring, though he was well aware that she was only acting that way on purpose.

“Hubby, what’s wrong?” mocked An Xiaoning when she saw how upset he was.

Fuming with rage, he replied with much sarcasm between gritted teeth, “Great, that’s a marvellous idea!”

“If you didn’t ask such a question, I wouldn’t have answered that way either,” she retorted, implying that he had asked for it.

Her inner devil seemed to be humming merrily while she was making her way upstairs, having proudly gained the upper hand in their argument.

After a night shower, An Xiaoning sat in front of the dressing table and applied a sheet of facial mask on her face. “I have no idea why, but I find myself looking exponentially better after each shower. Hubby, would you tell me why? Is it because one’s vision is only clearer after a shower?” she asked, looking at Jin Qingyan’s reflection in the mirror.

“Because your brain is damaged and thus your vision is affected too.”

“…”

“Will it hurt for you to compliment me? Come, let me put on a facial mask for you,” bickered An Xiaoning as she stood up and climbed into bed with a fresh pack of facial mask.