The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Is She Rushing to Hell?

“Yes, I understood what you meant,” Mei Yangyang said with a nod.

“Great, you’ll live well, being together with me.” He sat up straight and began driving after starting the engine.

Mei Yangyang was beaming with happiness, which seemed almost contagious.

“Why are you so happy?” he asked.

“I’m finally going to send my Mother to the hospital to receive treatment tomorrow. She hadn’t been to the hospital again, ever since the time she was hospitalized after the accident. Although she had been taking her medicine regularly, the results haven’t been ideal. She’s been bedridden for more than two years, I really want to see her condition improve. Although I know it’s impossible for her health to be the same as before, I just hope she can live a little longer,” she explained.

“It must be hard on you, being the sole breadwinner of your family.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’m definitely going to become a burden to my husband. No man would wish to have a wife with such a family background,” said Mei Yangyang.

“Didn’t I say this before? I don’t mind it at all. A problem that money can solve is not a problem at all. Your family will not cause any problems,” he said, looking at her.

Feeling touched by his words, Mei Yangyang stared out of the window, grasping one hand tightly with another.

After buying some groceries at the supermarket together, they headed back to his place, where Mei Yangyang proceeded to make dinner for the both of them.

By the time she had arrived home, it was already half past nine in the evening.

Mr. Mei, who had been waiting for her, felt a huge sense of relief upon seeing that she had finally come home.

“Why are you home so late?”

“Father, I’ve been filming a commercial the past two days. Let’s bring Mother to the hospital to get her treated tomorrow,” Mei Yangyang squealed, grabbing onto her father’s arm excitedly.

“You were filming a commercial?” Mr. Mei asked in surprise.

“Yeah, I was recruited by a friend of Sis Xiaoning’s husband. Look, I was paid 200 thousand dollars,” answered Mei Yangyang as she retrieved the cheque from her pocket, grinning from ear to ear.

“Is that real?” asked Mr. Mei, his hand trembling from the shock.

“Of course it’s real.”

Upon hearing their conversation, Mei Shuangshuang came out of her room and asked, “What commercial is it?”

“A shampoo commercial,” answered Mei Yangyang, quickly putting the cheque away. “Father, let’s wake up early tomorrow and head to the hospital first thing in the morning to settle the administrative matters. We’ll get the doctor to treat Mother,” she continued.

“Alright, I’ll let your mother know about this later. She’s definitely going to be thrilled. Yangyang, I feel really bad that you have to shoulder the burden of providing all of our expenses, all by yourself,” said Mr. Mei, overwhelmed with emotions.

“Don’t say that, Father, we’re family. Alright, you should go get some rest. I’m going to bed.”

“Yes, yes.”

As soon as Mei Yangyang returned to her room, Mei Shuangshuang continued to probe eagerly, “How did you end up filming a commercial? Did that rich man pull some strings and introduce you to it?”

“Those are none of your business,” answered an overjoyed Mei Yangyang, resting against the bedhead.

“Sis, being a celebrity is the quickest way to earn money. Why don’t you become one? I’ll be your manager. We won’t have to worry about Mother’s condition, once we earn enough. Perhaps she may even recover slowly and one day be able to stand on her two feet again. By then, we’ll live in a luxurious mansion, drive expensive cars, wear designer clothing, and carry designer bags. Ah, how wonderful would that be.”