The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

A Million Times for You 6

From now onward, she would not take it lying down regardless of how Tuoba Gucheng treated her.

If he continues to try and kill me, I'll definitely retaliate. If I could sneak into the Autumn Palace once, I'd be able to do it again. That would give me the opportunity to kill him, wouldn't it?

She then boarded a flight back to A City and returned to Sanqiao Estate.

Shi Qingzhou felt relieved for An Xiaoning after hearing her story about what happened.

"I can already imagine what happened just by hearing your description."

"It's fine, I'm back now, aren't I? Mother, let's have a reunion dinner tonight after I pick Yiheng up later. I'll invite Qingyan over too," An Xiaoning said, smiling while holding onto her mother's arm.

"Alright, I'll cook tonight."

"Terrific." An Xiaoning stood up and said, "Mother, I gotta get going to pick Yiheng up now."

"Sure, go ahead."

After taking the keys from No. 5, An Xiaoning drove to the martial arts academy.

An Xiaoning was thrilled at the thought of getting to see her precious son soon.

There were still fifteen minutes more to go before the children were to be dismissed and An Xiaoning planned to wait until then.

She headed to the office to see that Chen Xu, Jin Shan, and the arts and culture teacher were all present.

Upon the sight of her, they all stood up one after another.

"Hey, here comes the Young Madam," Jin Shan jested.

"Quit joking. I'm here to pick my son up. I'll send him back here tomorrow morning. How has Yiheng been doing?"

"Your son is so much like you. He's a fast-learner and picks up everything without delay," said Chen Xu, sticking his thumbs up.

"I hope you're not just comforting me because I'm his mother. He's always been weaker in Mandarin. Has he improved yet?"

"Generally, he's improved. Speaking of which, let me show you an essay written by your Yiheng." The arts and culture teacher took out Jin Yiheng's essay book and flipped to a page that she then showed to An Xiaoning. "He always scores a 99 or 100 out of 100 for his math tests, but he doesn't do as well for Mandarin. He mainly lacks in essay-writing skills."

An Xiaoning took the essay book from her hands and took a look at the words written.

His handwriting was rather neat and presentable. It would seem that all the penmanship An Xiaoning had made him do in the past actually paid off.

It was an essay about his parents.

The title was "My Daddy and Mommy."

The content read thus:

My Daddy is a middle-aged man and although many claim that an uncle like him still has the charm of a young hunk, I really beg to differ. Well, that's because I'm much younger and better-looking than he is.

Daddy coops himself up in the office every day to handle his pile of work that never seems to end. He never takes breaks in between either. I've advised Daddy not to wear himself out on several occasions, but he always brushes me off by saying that I'm just a kid who knows nothing.

Yes, there are some things that I don't understand. I don't understand why adults have to place so much emphasis on money and make their worlds revolve around it. Is money really that important and necessary? Can't you live without money?