The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Fang Erlan was clueless, for she was just a newbie in the showbiz industry.

“No.”

“There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the corridor of the hotel. Who’s going to be held responsible if the hotel management staff disseminate the surveillance camera footages to the media or circulate them online? Is there nothing you’d like to do to make it up to me?” he teased.

“H… How? What am I supposed to do?” Fang Erlan stammered.

“That’ll depend on you,” he answered vaguely.

Fang Erlan got the wrong idea. Is he thinking of making me sacrifice my chastity?

Given how handsome he is, he probably has a girlfriend and definitely wouldn’t go for someone like me.

So just what did he mean?

Fang Erlan was perplexed.

She walked behind him slowly and gently massaged his shoulders. “I don’t know how I should express my apology. How about I give you a shoulder massage?”

Yan Ge’s body stiffened, and he remained still in his seat while allowing her to continue.

Although her hands were tiny, they were rather strong.

Yan Ge felt an instant relief after her massage.

Minutes later, he motioned for her to stop and said, “Since you’re so sincere, why don’t you become my masseuse and give me a massage whenever I ask for one during filming hours?”

Fang Erlan retracted her hands and returned to her seat. “You mean for the entire period of filming?”

“Yes. Do you have any objections?”

Fang Erlan knew that it’d be better to build a rapport with the lead actor since it was her first time starring as the female lead in a drama series. Besides, he was a big shot who was not to be offended. After all, she managed to escape an ordeal by hiding in his room that night.

After persuading herself, she decided to agree. A massage wouldn’t cost her much anyway.

“Alright, but have you settled the surveillance camera footages…?”

He shrugged his shoulders. Duh, I’ve done that long ago , he thought to himself.

The door opened again. Jing Tian and the screenwriter entered the room and shook the hands of Fang Erlan and Yan Ge. They then waited patiently for An Xiaoning and Lin Mingxi to arrive.

All the guests were finally present more than twenty minutes later.

Noticing that everyone had introduced themselves to each other, An Xiaoning made the first speech, “This drama series will be the second production I’m working on with Director Jing. We had an enjoyable time working with each other previously, it should be the same this time. My goal is to strive for the best for every production, be it a drama series or a movie. If the previous production we cooperated on is said to be a low-production film, then we can consider this upcoming drama series to be of high production. Mingxi and I have invested more than a hundred billion dollars in the production, and we want to make the best out of it. I hope everyone will stand together and work toward filming the ideal drama series of our dreams. Let me hereby toast to all of you!”

She rose from her seat and raised her glass while everyone else followed suit. They clinked glasses with each other and chugged the liquor ’til the very last drop.

“I’ve long wanted to work with Yan Ge, and I’ve finally gotten the chance to fulfill my wish now. I hope everyone will put their best foot forward and work toward our common goal. I have high expectations of you, Yan Ge,” said Jing Tian.

“You’re being too kind, Director,” Yan Ge said with a smile.

During dinner, the ongoing conversations were mostly related to the filming and the script of the drama series. To An Xiaoning’s surprise, Yan Ge did not mention a thing about Fang Erlan starring as the female lead.

An Xiaoning was relieved.

She initially feared that Yan Ge would be upset at the fact that Fang Erlan was a newbie and would be doubtful toward her acting chops.

In a nutshell, the meal was rather enjoyable and went pretty smoothly.

All of the crew members and actors would have to join the production team since filming was about to begin very soon at the television studio.

Having worked with Jing Tian before, An Xiaoning naturally knew that he was capable and serious about work.

Hence, after making the major decisions, she left the rest of the matters for him to handle.

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Jin Qingyue had been feeling a mix of emotions ever since she sent Jin Bao’er back to Shi Shaochuan and gave him the custody.

After all, it was only normal to feel empty since she had raised her daughter single-handedly since her birth.

Jin Qingyue cooped herself up at home and refused to go out after learning that Shi Shaochuan had changed her name to Shi Bao’er.

On top of that, Ling Ciye had been extremely busy lately and never once returned to Wei Ni Estate, though they would make it a point to talk over the phone every day. Over the span of those few days, Jin Qingyue had lost a significant amount of weight.

She thought that her daughter had caused a strain on her relationship with Ling Ciye.

However, she was simply reading too much into things, for Ling Ciye thought otherwise.

The ideal situation for her would be for Jin Bao’er to be sensible and for their relationship to be stable. When things come to fruition, she would marry Ling Ciye and give birth to his child. The family of four would then live happily ever after and forget all about Shi Shaochuan.

However, the reality was far from her expectations.

There was nothing she could do since her willful daughter was bent on staying with Shi Shaochuan.

After coming out of the shower, Jin Qingyue lay in bed and stared blankly into space. The moment she heard the door opening outside, she immediately got out of bed and scurried toward the door, barefooted.

Jin Qingyue leaped forward at the instant that she saw Ling Ciye and wrapped her arms around his neck like an octopus.

He picked her up in his arms and lowered her onto the couch. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

Jin Qingyue buried her head in his decolletage and answered, “I’ve been having trouble sleeping every night because you weren’t at home.”

He chuckled and said, “Did you miss me too much?”

Noticing that his tone sounded the same as before, Jin Qingyue looked up to meet his eyes and said, “I thought you were angry at me and didn’t want to be in a relationship with me anymore.”

He carried her into the bedroom and pinned her beneath him.

He began smooching her before answering her.

“Why didn’t you answer me?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to let my actions do the talking?”

He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her, causing her eyes to glass over soon after.

Extremely swift with his actions, he managed to strip down to nothing and untied Jin Qingyue’s bathrobe in less than a minute.

“Were you overthinking again when I wasn’t around?”

“Yes,” Jin Qingyue answered, biting her lip.

“I wasn’t angry at you. I just think we can’t live with Bao’er in the future.”

“I’ve already given up her custody to Shi Shaochuan.”

Upon hearing her words, Ling Ciye paused in his actions and asked, “When did you do that?”

“A few days ago. I allowed him to remove Bao’er’s name from my household register and change her last name. Since she wants to stay with her father so badly, I shouldn’t stop her. It wouldn’t be fair to you and her. Things are good this way; at least you don’t have to live in fear and worry from now on. Although Bao’er is still important to me, you’re the one I can depend on for the rest of my life,” said Jin Qingyue, baring her innermost thoughts.

“Do you really think so?” he asked, filled with joy and euphoria.

“Yes, I do,” she answered, placing her thin and delicate arm around his neck.

Staring at her from above, Ling Ciye assured her, “I’ll be good to you and make sure you don’t suffer any grievances.”

It was the best sweet-nothing that Jin Qingyue had ever heard.

After an exciting battle in bed, Jin Qingyue snuggled up in his embrace and frolicked in her post-coital mood. “Tell me honestly, did you miss me when you were away?”

“Of course I did, every single day.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I only tell the truth. Come with me to visit my parents at their home tomorrow,” he said, holding her hand