The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Did you buy something online again?"

An Xiaoning was astounded too. "I swear to Heaven, I really didn't buy anything."

She swiftly got out of the bed and opened the door to receive the express package from Fan Shixin. "Where is it from?"

"It only says that it's from overseas. The sender is a Mr. Xiao."

"Mr. Xiao?" She went through her memory as she closed the door and said to Jin Qingyan, who was on the bed, "But I don't know anyone with that surname."

"Open the package to see what's inside."

An Xiaoning tore the express package open and took out a piece of drawing from inside. Looking at the piece of drawing, her face changed instantly and she quickly showed it to him. "Quick, look."

Jin Qingyan's eyes swept through the piece of drawing. It was a piece of handmade drawing, but what was drawn was actually An Xiaoning in an ancient costume along with the back view of a man.

The artist was definitely talented as the drawing looked so vivid that it was extremely lifelike.

An Xiaoning immediately recognized the man. "This back view was the one I saw late at night in my room at Sanqiao Estate. He had his back facing me that time too, and it looked exactly like this. His hair was very long. If not for his voice, I would have thought that he was a woman."

Jin Qingyan's gaze grew deeper. "What is the meaning of him sending this drawing?"

An Xiaoning carefully surveyed the drawing again. "There are only two people in this drawing, and there's not a single additional element. I can't guess what his intentions are, but I'm more certain about something now."

"What?"

"Previously, I guessed that he's either a soul that has lived a thousand years who possessed someone else's body or someone who's lived for that long a time himself. Now, I'm sure that the latter's not quite possible. If the latter is the case, why would he have long hair and be dressed in ancient costume? So, I'm guessing it's the case of the former. His soul is dressed in ancient costume because that was the original form he died as. Now, he must be possessing someone else's body."

"But if it's the case of the former, why didn't he allow you to see his true looks?" Jin Qingyan's eyes darted to the piece of drawing. "That doesn't quite make sense. Don't be so quick to draw a conclusion. You'll have a better understanding of what he is exactly in the future. You don't have to bother about what intentions he has either. We should turn a blind eye toward such things he sends us."

With that, he simply tore the drawing and threw it into the bin.

"Why did you tear it?"

"He has the right to send it to us, but we definitely have the right to deal with it as we want too."

An Xiaoning bit her lip. "This drawing was handmade by him. If he finds out what you did to it, he'd be so mad his nose would go out of joint."

"That's good. From now on, he wouldn't be Mr. Xiao but Mr. Crooked. Wouldn't that be great?"

"…"

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Fang Erlan would be celebrating her 24th birthday soon. However, throughout the past years of her life, the number of strange people she had met could be counted with her fingers. Jing Yang was one of them.

This person simply made Fang Erlan irritated to the core.

The extent that she'd idolized him in the past was the exact extent that she abhorred him now.

She originally thought that after he had finished filming his scenes as a cameo, she would have no chance of meeting him anymore. Who would have thought that she was to be fooled by him again?

When filming ended that day, it was already past eight at night.

With her stomach rumbling with hunger, she went with Xiao Yue and her bodyguards to have dinner.

The four arrived at a rather clean cafeteria and sat down inside. Not long after they had sat down, they saw Jing Yang entering along with his assistant and six bodyguards.

Despite knowing that his fans had followed him into the cafeteria, he actually still headed toward Fang Erlan.

Fang Erlan instantly did not want to eat anymore and got up, wanting to leave. Unfortunately for her, he greeted her first in a joyful manner and with a rather loud voice.

"Erlan."

Look at that, he's actually calling me differently?

Watching the ten or so female fans gathered not far away behind him, she remarked coldly, "Don't call me like that, I'm not close to you."

With that, she tried to walk away from him but he actually blocked her way.

Fang Erlan's bodyguard immediately went forward to stop him. "Mr. Jing, please show yourself some respect."

Jing Yang had yet to speak a word when his obsessed fangirl got disgruntled and simply screeched at the top of her lungs, "Fang Erlan, you bitch! If not for our Jing Yang, would anyone know who you are?! You shameless thing!"

Fang Erlan rebuked furiously, "It's true that the master breeds the dog in his image! What are you barking here aimlessly for?"

"Oh wow, this little actress actually dares to scold me. Quick, spread this on Weibo and let everyone know how she behaves."

Fang Erlan felt agonized by the situation she was in. She glared fiercely at the one who started all of this before turning to leave.

She was yet to eat, but she had too much anger rising in her. Fang Erlan returned to the hotel directly while Xiao Yue and the two bodyguards went to eat; they would later return with food for her.

She sat on the bed by herself and continued to swipe at her phone screen. After realizing there was no news about her, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Her head hurt slightly as the weather had been blazing hot. After a day of filming, she was also rather exhausted.

After dragging her fatigued body to take a cooling shower, she put on a sleeveless nightgown and waited for Xiao Yue and the bodyguards to return.

Her phone vibrated suddenly. Seeing that it was a call from Jing Shui, Fang Erlan answered it.

"Hello."

"Are you asleep yet?"

"How could I be? I haven't even eaten. Xiao Yue went to buy food, I'll sleep after I'm done eating. Is anything the matter?"

"I wanted to shop around with you. Ever since you came here to film, you've been busy every day and haven't actually shopped around."

Fang Erlan thought it was a pretty good idea. "I'm kind of tired. How about after I eat? It's a good idea to walk around after I eat anyway, it'll help me digest."

"Alright. Then, call me after you're done eating."

"Umm."

Just as she hung up the phone, Mei Yangyang's call came in.

"What happened just now that you actually got on the news?"

"The news?" Fang Erlan hurriedly took out her tablet. While using her neck to support her phone between her ear and shoulder, she started searching the news. Before she'd gone to take a bath, there was no news about her. But now, the news about her had emerged.

Without catching her breath, she immediately explained the whole incident to Mei Yangyang.

After hearing her speak, Mei Yangyang instructed her, "You shouldn't have responded in front of those obsessed fans. Regardless of whether you were reasonable or not, you became the loser of this incident. The reason those obsessive fans are like that is because they have no brains. There's no point in communicating with such people. They won't see any fault in themselves but will not hesitate to point out your faults. We live to enrich ourselves, not to change those idiots. If you are to become more famous, there will be more people criticizing you as well. There will be all kinds of haters and fans of other celebrities. In this industry, you have to be tough enough to take in such stress."

Fang Erlan was instantly enlightened by her long piece of advice. "Sorry, Sis Yangyang. I was too impulsive."

"Jing Yang obviously wants to use you to pull a publicity stunt. Previously, he already used you to create a dating scandal. Just now, he even posted on Weibo to speak up for you. In reality, what he did doesn't help you at all. On the surface, it may seem as if he's trying to help you, but he just wants to stand out as the good guy. What a load of rubbish."