The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

55: You're Far More Cunning Than a Capitalist

“Get lost? Alright, we shall get lost — in each other,” he said teasingly while pinning her beneath himself, subduing her completely.

“You didn’t catch a wink of sleep at all last night, do you still have the energy to do it?”

“More than enough to last an hour.”

“…”

By the time she was about to go to sleep, An Xiaoning was beyond exhausted from his exploits.

“You’re far more cunning than a capitalist.”

Wiping off the drops of sweat on her forehead with his handkerchief, he said while beaming radiantly from ear to ear, “Thank you for the compliment.”

Jin Qingyan felt exceptionally at ease, pulling his wife into his embrace. “I know I’ve caused you to be upset because of what I said at the old mansion, but I really haven’t thought much about that issue. To me, you’re my wife and always will be. Xiaoning, I will be good to you,” he apologized.

Half-awake, she registered his words in her head, though she did not respond.

——

The burial ceremony for the old Mr. Gu was held three days after his death.

The sky was gloomy that day. Since Nun Jingxin cannot be allowed to be buried on the burial grounds of the Gu family, the only other way was to bury the old Mr. Gu with her, on top of the mountains.

Having considered the fact that there needed to be someone to tend to their grave, Mr. Gu thus arranged for a middle-aged couple who had been working for the Gu family for years to live on the mountains, offering them a hefty paycheck.

Upon hearing Mr. Gu mention that An Xiaoning had accurately predicted the exact time of their patriarch’s death, the family members of the Gu family, who were initially unconvinced and had doubted her fortune-telling skills, began to revere the young fortune-teller that was An Xiaoning — though there was still a minority who did not believe her. However, their opinions had not mattered, for her current status in the Gu family had far surpassed that of the two heirs.

Shortly after returning from the burial ground, An Xiaoning immediately made her way to Dongpo Street again.

As the car came to a halt, she noticed a familiar figure.

It was her younger cousin, Wang Fangfang.

Upon the sight of An Xiaoning, Wang Fangfang went forth and greeted, “Cousin.”

“Don’t try to associate yourself with me. We’re not cousins anymore,” chided An Xiaoning as she walked towards the storefront.

Wang Fangfang chased along and pleaded, “Cousin, please help me. I heard he’s gotten together with your Sister-in-law, please tell her what type of a person he really is behind that facade. Tell her it’s not too late to turn back now.”

“And what will be next? Next, Shi Shaochuan is going to get back together with you, right? Wang Fangfang, just give up on him. Have you forgotten that I’m Shi Shaochuan’s ex-wife? Don’t you think you’re being extremely ridiculous?” An Xiaoning said with a sarcastic smile.

“I’m pregnant,” revealed a dejected Wang Fangfang, seemingly on the verge of tears. “Shaochuan refuses to see me at all. He told me to get an abortion, he even warned that I would have to raise the child by myself, should I refuse to abort it. He also said that there was no way he was going to be responsible for the child, neither is he willing to pay for the expenses,” she continued, sobbing.