The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Before Ling Ciye could even carry her into the bedroom, the doorbell began ringing again.

It was ringing incessantly.

Jin Qingyue slid down from his body in a bid to walk toward the door. Ling Ciye hurriedly grabbed her to stop her and said, “I’ll call the estate’s security office.”

“Sure.”

The security officers soon showed up at their doorstep and chased Shi Shaochuan and Jin Bao’er out of the estate.

Peace was then restored. Shortly after Shi Shaochuan left, the doorbell began ringing again.

This time, it was a courier who pressed the doorbell.

“Mr. Ling, there’s a parcel for you. Please sign and accept it,” said the courier, who handed the parcel and a pen to him.

Ling Ciye signed his name without hesitation.

“What parcel is that?”

“I don’t know, it’s from Song Yan, apparently.” He returned inside the house with the parcel while Jin Qingyue leaned in to take a closer look.

It turned out to be a bright red wedding invitation card.

The invitation included a bridal photo of Song Yan and her fiancé.

Jin Qingyue opened the invitation and said, “Oh, she’s getting married. The wedding is to be held three days from now. Do you know who the groom is?”

“He’s the owner of the artiste management company she’s signed to. He’s once divorced but doesn’t have a child yet. She probably just wants me to attend her wedding to see how glorious her life is now,” Ling Ciye answered calmly with a straight face.

After a moment of hesitation, Jin Qingyue asked, “Will you be attending?”

Ling Ciye smiled at her and said, “Of course, why not? At the same time, we can also send her an invitation to our wedding on New Year’s Eve. She won’t be too embarrassed to turn up for ours.”

Jin Qingyue knew what his smile meant.

He no longer harbored any lingering feelings for Song Yan, which was why he could face the news of her marriage so calmly.

Jin Qingyue placed the invitation card onto the couch and hugged his waist. “Are we returning her courtesy?”

“You may say so.”

“Hubby…” Jin Qingyue tiptoed and kissed his chin, feeling a little tickled by his stubble. She then began moving her tiny hand below his abdomen.

She was trying to arouse him.

Needless to say, Ling Ciye knew what she was trying to do. “Do you want it?”

“Yes…”

“I’ll satisfy you right away.”

“Ah!” He swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. He then closed the door immediately while passion burned fiercely in the air.

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“Alright, we’ll continue with basic training for today. Remain in the horse stance for half an hour. As with yesterday, whoever persists ’til the end will get to enjoy an hour’s break. Those who can’t will be denied a break. Let’s begin,” said Chen Xu, staring at the children sternly.

The five children separated their legs, shoulder width apart, and squatted slightly.

It was a mandatory aspect of their daily training regime.

Apart from attending arts and culture lessons, they would practice the horse’s stance and go on jogs.

The children got into position quickly, and all of them were going strong for the first ten minutes. However, they soon began struggling to keep in position.

Especially Long Xiaoxi, the youngest and chubbiest out of all the children. Her body was swaying unsteadily from side to side.

Noticing how Long Xiaoxi was moving about like a roly-poly toy, Wen Yuechan burst into laughter and sneered, “Xiaoxi, just give up if you can’t persist. Coach is not going to blame you.”

“Who said I can’t? I’ll persist until the end,” Long Xiaoxi snapped in disgruntlement.

She knew that Wen Yuechan enjoyed poking fun at her and making her look bad. Thus, she bit her lip and continued to hang on with all her might.

Long Xiaoxi really managed to push through the full thirty minutes.

When Chen Xu finally allowed them to stop, Long Xiaoxi lost her balance and fell onto the ground, after which everyone began laughing at her.

She glowered at Wen Yuechan, who was laughing the most merrily, and got back up on her feet before heading to the washroom.

Just as she stepped foot inside, Wen Yuechan entered, her hair pulled back into a high braid on which there was a beautiful floral hair clip. She had a pink hairclip on the crown of her head as well. Her eyes were big and sparkly, and she was tall and slender, a stark contrast from Long Xiaoxi.

Long Xiaoxi was no match for her at all. Whenever they stood side by side in front of the basin, Long Xiaoxi would always be the first to walk away.

This time, it was no exception. After washing her hands, Long Xiaoxi began walking away. “Long Xiaoxi,” Wen Yuechan yelled to stop her in her tracks.

“What do you want?”

“I have something to ask you about.”

“What is it?”

Wen Yuechan recalled the question her mother had wanted her to ask. She had been putting it off for days and dared not pop the question to Jin Yiheng, for she was afraid that he would be upset.

After much thought, she decided to ask Long Xiaoxi instead. “When I went home a few days ago, I heard from some outsiders that Yiheng’s mother is dead. Is that true?”

Long Xiaoxi hit the roof as soon as she heard her question. She widened her eyes and yelled at the top of her voice, “Your mother is dead! My Godma can’t be dead!”

“I heard it from others so I just wanted to ask if it was true. Why did you have to curse my mother!?!”

“Well then, I also heard that your mother is dead. Why can’t I say that based on hearsay?”

Wen Yuechan was exasperated. “I was just casually asking, why do you have to react that way? No wonder Yiheng doesn’t like you at all, you’re ill-mannered,” she scorned.

Boiling with fury, Long Xiaoxi leaped toward Wen Yuechan and pinned her onto the ground.

Wen Yuechan was caught off guard and thrown off balance. She then suffered multiple strikes from Long Xiaoxi, who was mounting her.

Jin Yiheng barged in and pulled them apart.

Noticing that it was Jin Yiheng, Long Xiaoxi hurriedly spluttered and tried to explain herself, “She was the one who provoked me first, otherwise… I… I wouldn’t have hit her.”

The more flustered Long Xiaoxi was, the more incoherent she was, and she even appeared as if she was trying to defend her mistake.

On the other hand, Wen Yuechan hung her head low while sobbing without uttering a single word.

Long Xiaoxi was overwhelmed with panic as she noticed that Jin Yiheng was not talking. “Brother Yiheng, please believe me!” she pleaded anxiously.

Although she had gotten into various conflicts with Jin Yiheng, she would often still hope that he would believe her.

However, Jin Yiheng would always choose to side with Wen Yuechan whenever she got into a conflict with her.

Long Xiaoxi was insecure and immediately thought of Wen Yuechan’s unsettling words.

“No wonder Yiheng doesn’t like you.”

Long Xiaoxi hung her head low.

Wen Yuechan felt rather relieved and assured. Just as she thought Jin Yiheng was going to berate Long Xiaoxi, he grabbed the latter’s hand and walked away with her.

Even Long Xiaoxi was dumbfounded.

She looked at Jin Yiheng before turning to glance at Wen Yuechan.

Wen Yuechan stood rooted to the ground in shock and watched them leave.

After having walked a distance, Long Xiaoxi finally plucked up her courage and asked, “Brother Yiheng, are you angry with me again?”

“I’m not.” Jin Yiheng let go of her hand and adjusted her hat for her. “I heard everything when I was outside. Xiaoxi, Daddy brought me home this afternoon to meet Mommy,” he continued.