The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

12: The Lesson You Needed to Be Taught

“Hmph, I’m not buying that,” said An Xiaoning, secretly feeling a sense of happiness despite her words.

Her doubts were understandable, for it was indeed a tall order to find a man who still had his chastity, especially in today’s society.

“Well, it’s the truth. It’s up to you to believe me.”

“If you truly loved a woman wholeheartedly, would you still get together with another woman?” An Xiaoning asked.

“That depends on whether she loves me the same way I do her.”

“And if she did?” An Xiaoning asked hypothetically.

“Well, I would never be that lucky,” said Jin Qingyan, resting his arms behind his head, a pillow sandwiched in between. “Love and marriage are separate matters,” he continued.

Hearing his words, An Xiaoning could not help but feel greatly disappointed. “In my opinion, they don’t necessarily have to be separate,” she said.

He remained silent, despite already having a firm answer in his head.

By saying that love and marriage are separate matters, he must’ve meant that he loves another woman while being married to a different one. The sudden thought crossed her mind as she placed her book onto the desk.

She was overwhelmed by a sudden wave of sadness and irritation. Observing every contour of his face, she said, “Hubby, I’ve studied a few positions earlier tonight. Let’s try them.”

“…”

——

In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed.

An Xiaoning had spent the past few days decorating their home. She replaced all the furniture with the ones she liked, transforming the once-empty-and-spacious house into a warm and comfortable home.

In less than 24 hours, it would be their big day.

An Xiaoning had planned to pay her respects to her late Master at her grave today.

She decided to head out alone, without informing Jin Qingyan, who had gone to the old Mansion first thing in the morning.

Having arrived at the foot of the mountain by bus, she climbed the stone steps and made her way up.

The doorstep of the old temple was covered with dried leaves; the door was tightly shut. There seemed to be a tinge of loneliness in the air. There was not a single soul in sight on the mountain.

An Xiaoning extended her arm to push the door open.

Since there was no one to attend to its upkeep, the place she had grown up in had been greatly reduced to nothing more than just a lonely, dilapidated temple.

Carrying a black bag in her hands, she walked towards the house. Continuing along a substantial number of stairs, she finally arrived at her Master’s grave.

“Master, I’m here.”

A strong, fleeting gust of wind blew towards her the very moment she ended her sentence.

An Xiaoning proceeded to burn some joss paper and gold paper ingots, along with a set of paper clothes. “The last time I came to visit was to tell you that I was getting married. But Master, I had since gotten a divorce, and the purpose of my visit today is to let you know that I’m getting married again, for the second time. It’s a different man this time, though. He’s someone reliable and trustworthy. I came alone and secretly today, because I didn’t think the time was ripe for him to meet you just yet. But I’ll bring him here to see you in the future. I miss you dearly, Master.”