The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

“Jin Qingyan…”

“Mm…”

“You’re…”

Before An Xiaoning could complete her sentence, she was stopped by him. How did he do it? By biting her…

Down there…

“Ah!” An Xiaoning shrieked in terror.

“If you continue to say things that I hate hearing, don’t think of getting out of bed today.”

She stared at the ceiling with her mouth slightly open. She still could not quite process the fact that he had stealthily drug-raped her two nights in a row.

“Be gentle.”

Jin Qingyan did as he was told and chuckled. “You’re so sensitive…”

Blushing red with shyness, An Xiaoning retorted, “It’s all because of you…”

“I’m not finished yet, I like it.”

“Scram!” She appeared extremely reluctant and refused to face him.

He stopped teasing her and began getting down to business.

“Mm…”

“Good girl, moan for me,” he goaded.

“No…”

Jin Qingyan thrust his hips vigorously and said, “Go on and moan, I like hearing it.”

She closed her eyes and allowed him to pleasure her and himself, finally letting her walls down.

An Xiaoning had no idea where he had gotten all that rigor and energy from. He tried every position in every angle, causing her to be completely exhausted, and only stopped when she was panting heavily.

“I didn’t use any protection,” said Jin Qingyan.

She put a hand on her waist and supported herself up. “I know. I won’t get pregnant anyway. Contraception won’t make a difference,” she said feebly.

“I’ve been doing all the work, how are you so exhausted?” he teased.

An Xiaoning got out of bed slowly and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“I’ll join you.”

He again lifted her off the ground and carried her into the bathroom.

An Xiaoning sat on a stool to take a shower, for her ankle was hurting too much for her to support her own weight. She would have to apply some ointment on it again later.

Upon hearing Jin Qingyan humming merrily while showering, she pinched him and scorned, “Why are you so happy?”

“Ouch…” He gritted his teeth in pain and retorted, “Why can’t I be happy? I had to get intimate with you sneakily the last two times but it was different this time. Xiaoning, shall we have a discussion?”

“About what?”

“Since we’ve already done it, shall we reconcile our marriage?”

“Impossible.”

“Then let’s be a happy pair of friends with benefits. Anyway, you’re the only one I want and vice versa. Let’s just come to a consensus, shall we?”

He thought that she would either pinch or strangle him. To his surprise, An Xiaoning did not respond and instead stood up slowly to turn off the faucet, after which she took the towel from his hands and began wiping herself with it. Jin Qingyan rinsed himself and carried her out of the bathroom.

She was still remaining silent even while getting dressed.

Noticing that she was behaving strangely, Jin Qingyan cocked his head sideways to look at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Staring at him, An Xiaoning said, “Qingyan, you’re just like poison coated with honey, you can only be admired from afar but are inedible. Shall we just let nature take its course?”

“Okay, I won’t mention it again in the future, we’ll let nature take its course. You call the shots,” said Jin Qingyan, giving her a kiss on her cheek.

Jin Qingyan felt much more relieved and secure. No man could be a match for him, not Ji Yu nor her half-brother, Tuoba Gucheng.

Did they forget who I am? They’re no match for me at all. The true victory goes to whoever wins her heart, isn’t it? Xiaoning is mine!

——

Three days had passed since Ling Ciye received the invitation to Song Yan’s wedding. It was the latter’s big day.

Jin Qingyue was dressed to the nines and accompanied him to the wedding.

News of Song Yan’s marriage to the owner of the entertainment company broke too abruptly and had shocked her fans who all thought that Song Yan was too good of a catch for her husband-to-be.

After all, the history of her relationship with Ling Ciye had long been exposed all over the internet.

Song Yan’s fiancé’s net worth was nowhere comparable to Ling Ciye’s.

Not only was he not as wealthy as Ling Ciye, but he was also lacking in appearance.

However, many of her fans reckoned that Song Yan must have given up on hunks and decided to marry an average-looking man to spend the rest of her life with.

Regardless of the controversial opinions, the wedding still proceeded according to plan.

Although they claimed to be holding a low-profile wedding, it was impossible to really do so, especially since Song Yan was an A-list celebrity.

Thus, some media reporters were still invited to the wedding.

The wedding banquet was to be held in a hotel while the solemnization ceremony took place in the church.

Song Yan had already changed into her white wedding gown and was sitting in the dressing room. Her manager Huahua informed her softly, “Song Yan, the guests are already here.”

“Is he here too?”

Knowing exactly who she was referring to, Huahua answered, “He’s here with his wife.”

A sullen expression formed on Song Yan’s face. Despite being the bride for today, she did not feel happy at all and instead appeared rather melancholic.

“It’s your big day, you should feel happy,” said her assistant, Xiao Ru.

“Yeah, you don’t want Ling Ciye and his wife to see you being unhappy on your wedding day, do you? Smile and show them that you’re blissful.”

“You guys may go out first. I’d like to have some time alone,” said Song Yan.

Huahua and Xiao Ru looked at each other in dismay and left the room.

Song Yan was left alone in the dressing room. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, filled with sadness.

It was the day of her wedding, the day when she would be the most beautiful version of herself.

It was the day when she was supposed to be smiling and feeling elated.

Yet, she did not feel like smiling, nor was she in the least bit happy.

She felt extremely upset and empty on the inside. There was a void in her heart that could not be filled, despite the fact that she was getting married today.

Now that things had already come to this, there was no turning back for her.

When the auspicious hour arrived, Song Yan held onto her father’s arm and walked into the sacred church hall.

Her groom was dressed in a matching white suit and was waiting for her at the other end of the aisle.

As the wedding march played, Song Yan shifted her gaze to the guests and forced herself to smile with all her might.

Song Yan tightened her grip on the bouquet of flowers in her hand and walked toward the pastor slowly.

“Mr. Chen Liang, do you take Ms. Song Yan to be your true and wedded wife, and do you solemnly promise before God and these witnesses to love, cherish, honor, and protect her, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, ’til death do you part?” said the pastor.

A smile formed on Chen Liang’s chubby face and he exclaimed gleefully, “I do!”

The pastor then looked at Song Yan and asked, “Ms. Song Yan, do you take Mr. Chen Liang to be your true and wedded husband, and do you solemnly promise before God and these witnesses to love, cherish, honor, and protect him, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, ’til death do you part?”

After a moment of hesitation, Song Yan answered, “I do.”

“Please exchange your wedding bands now.”