The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

21: We Can Never Be Too Sure About That

Just as she exited the residential estate, Gu Beicheng pulled up next to An Xiaoning. The door was flung open and, with brute force, he pulled her into the passenger seat of his car.

“I’ll give you a ride. It’s on the way.”

“I said it was fine.”

“Don’t stand on ceremony with your Brother,” insisted Gu Beicheng. Despite calling himself her “Brother,” both Gu Beicheng and An Xiaoning were well aware that deep down, neither of them had ever seen the other as their own sibling.

Not long after, they arrived at An Xiaoning’s doorstep. “Do you really want to know why I asked you about that, all of a sudden?” said Gu Beicheng as she was about to alight.

“I hope you’ll tell the truth,” said An Xiaoning, turning to look at him.

As he tucked her hair behind her ear, An Xiaoning remained still, completely unaffected by his actions.

“I am rather curious about who that child she had had aborted belonged to. But what I am more curious about is whether or not your fortune-telling skills are as reliable as Grandpa had made them out to be,” he continued. A smile had crept around the corner of his mouth.

Recalling what he had said previously, An Xiaoning answered, “So that’s why you asked such an ambiguous question, like whether she would be expecting a child within six months. I thought you were asking about the next six months, yet you were actually asking an open-ended question. ‘Within six months’ could refer to the six months prior to today. It could also refer to the next half of this year, or even a total duration of six months before and after today. Isn’t that so?”

He nodded in admission and continued to confess, “I didn’t expect you to be so accurate. My classmate who’s a gynaecologist told me that Rui’er had gone through the abortion three months ago. According to your predictions, she would be pregnant again in six months’ time. I’m so curious, just who is the father of the child?”

An Xiaoning asked in reply, “Do you actually think that it was my husband who had fathered the child?”

“Who knows? We can’t be too sure about that,” implied Gu Beicheng as he gazed down at the ring on his finger and turned it around.

“It can’t be Jin Qingyan,” protested An Xiaoning.

“But you’ve only known him for a few days?”

“If Chi Rui’er had carried his child previously, I wouldn’t be his wife today.”

“Is that so?” mocked Gu Beicheng with a sly laughter, his head tilted.

An Xiaoning alighted from the car and opened the main door of the house. At that very moment, Maomao came out of its kennel and ran towards her while wagging its tail. As she squatted down to pick Maomao up in her arms, she heard uniformly-paced footsteps coming from the door.

An Xiaoning received the shock of her life when she turned around to see who it was.

A posse of men had entered. Donning the same uniform, they looked to be in their 20s and 30s, and a handsome and dashing man was leading the way. The man seemed to be about 27 years old or so. He walked towards her and introduced himself, “Young Madam, I am Fan Shixin. We were sent by Boss Jin to oversee all matters regarding the villa.”

“Does ‘we’ include them?” asked An Xiaoning, pointing towards the men in the yard.

“Yes, Boss had given me a call 20 minutes ago to say that he needs some men here at the new place.”

The new place?

How many places did he own? An Xiaoning began to wonder.

Quickly dismissing her thoughts, An Xiaoning said, “Alright, we’ll have to trouble you with the house from now on.”