The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses
chapter-115

Chapter 115: Is She Rushing to Hell?

“Yes, I understood what you meant,” Mei Yangyang said with a nod.

“Great, you’ll live well, being together with me.” He sat up straight and began driving after starting the engine.

Mei Yangyang was beaming with happiness, which seemed almost contagious.

“Why are you so happy?” he asked.

“I’m finally going to send my Mother to the hospital to receive treatment tomorrow. She hadn’t been to the hospital again, ever since the time she was hospitalized after the accident. Although she had been taking her medicine regularly, the results haven’t been ideal. She’s been bedridden for more than two years, I really want to see her condition improve. Although I know it’s impossible for her health to be the same as before, I just hope she can live a little longer,” she explained.

“It must be hard on you, being the sole breadwinner of your family.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’m definitely going to become a burden to my husband. No man would wish to have a wife with such a family background,” said Mei Yangyang.

“Didn’t I say this before? I don’t mind it at all. A problem that money can solve is not a problem at all. Your family will not cause any problems,” he said, looking at her.

Feeling touched by his words, Mei Yangyang stared out of the window, grasping one hand tightly with another.

After buying some groceries at the supermarket together, they headed back to his place, where Mei Yangyang proceeded to make dinner for the both of them.

By the time she had arrived home, it was already half past nine in the evening.

Mr. Mei, who had been waiting for her, felt a huge sense of relief upon seeing that she had finally come home.

“Why are you home so late?”

“Father, I’ve been filming a commercial the past two days. Let’s bring Mother to the hospital to get her treated tomorrow,” Mei Yangyang squealed, grabbing onto her father’s arm excitedly.

“You were filming a commercial?” Mr. Mei asked in surprise.

“Yeah, I was recruited by a friend of Sis Xiaoning’s husband. Look, I was paid 200 thousand dollars,” answered Mei Yangyang as she retrieved the cheque from her pocket, grinning from ear to ear.

“Is that real?” asked Mr. Mei, his hand trembling from the shock.

“Of course it’s real.”

Upon hearing their conversation, Mei Shuangshuang came out of her room and asked, “What commercial is it?”

“A shampoo commercial,” answered Mei Yangyang, quickly putting the cheque away. “Father, let’s wake up early tomorrow and head to the hospital first thing in the morning to settle the administrative matters. We’ll get the doctor to treat Mother,” she continued.

“Alright, I’ll let your mother know about this later. She’s definitely going to be thrilled. Yangyang, I feel really bad that you have to shoulder the burden of providing all of our expenses, all by yourself,” said Mr. Mei, overwhelmed with emotions.

“Don’t say that, Father, we’re family. Alright, you should go get some rest. I’m going to bed.”

“Yes, yes.”

As soon as Mei Yangyang returned to her room, Mei Shuangshuang continued to probe eagerly, “How did you end up filming a commercial? Did that rich man pull some strings and introduce you to it?”

“Those are none of your business,” answered an overjoyed Mei Yangyang, resting against the bedhead.

“Sis, being a celebrity is the quickest way to earn money. Why don’t you become one? I’ll be your manager. We won’t have to worry about Mother’s condition, once we earn enough. Perhaps she may even recover slowly and one day be able to stand on her two feet again. By then, we’ll live in a luxurious mansion, drive expensive cars, wear designer clothing, and carry designer bags. Ah, how wonderful would that be.”

Seeing how immersed Mei Shuangshuang was in her daydream, Mei Yangyang replied coldly, “Stop daydreaming. I may not be a celebrity now, but even if I do become one someday, you’d be the last person I’ll ask to become my manager.”

Mei Shuangshuang’s spirits were dampened upon hearing her sister’s words, which made her snap back into reality. With a humph, she retorted, “I was just making a casual statement. I don’t think you’d become a celebrity just by filming a commercial anyway.”

Mei Yangyang ignored her snide remark and went to bed.

Ye Xiaotian and Bai Ranran’s wedding was set to be held on the 26th of March of the following year.

News of their wedding made the headlines as soon as it was verified by the Ye family.

Sun Weiwei heard about the news in the morning.

Refusing to believe her eyes, she repeatedly read through the morning newspapers for a total of three times while lying in bed. Her sleepiness vanished at the instant that she processed the information in her head.

“Sis Weiwei, it seems Bai Ranran had brought the wedding forward, in case something unfortunate happens in between. She must’ve gained the approval of Mr. Ye.”

Sun Weiwei sat up straight and tore the newspapers into shreds, snapping in frustration, “This wretched woman. It’s almost new year, she must be planning to get married as soon as Brother Xiaotian recovers. Is she rushing to hell!?!”

“From the way I see it, Bai Ranran doesn’t seem like one to be trifled with. Moreover, she’s the heiress of a wealthy family. Mr. Ye’s mother actually fancies her, despite how sickly she is, and Mr. Ye treats her exceptionally well. Sis Weiwei, I doubt you’d stand a chance, especially since there’s only so little time left,” said her assistant, lowering her voice towards the end of her sentence.

“Since my chances are slim, I’ll have to think of a way out then,” said Sun Weiwei as she reached for a pack of cigarettes on the bedhead. Her assistant hurriedly handed her a lighter as soon as she retrieved a cigarette from the packaging.

She lit up the cigarette and took a puff before placing it between her fingers. “I really wonder what Brother Xiaotian is thinking. Why would he even want to marry a sickly weakling like her? She might just die in the midst of doing the deed. Look how pale she is, even the blind can tell how fragile she is,” Sun Weiwei hissed, overwhelmed with frustration and annoyance at the thought of their marriage.

“Yeah, I don’t get it either.”

“Bring me my clothes.”

Upon her command, her assistant quickly turned around to bring her some clothes. After a meticulous round of selection, she picked out a set and handed it to Sun Weiwei. “Sis Weiwei, where are you headed to?”

“Where else could I possibly go? To the hospital, of course,” said Sun Weiwei as she got out of bed in one fluid motion. She then proceeded to get dressed and do her makeup, which took an hour.

After buying breakfast while on her way to the hospital, she quickly strode along the corridor of the hospital while clad in a face mask and a hat, with her head hung low.

She instructed her assistant to wait at the seats along the corridor while she opened the door of the ward gently and entered.

There were no other visitors in the ward. Sun Weiwei sat beside his bed and said smilingly, “Why are you alone, Brother Xiaotian?”

“My Mother and Ranran aren’t here yet, while the nurse and bodyguards are outside. It’s not like you didn’t see them when you entered,” he snapped coldly, seemingly upset with her.

“Brother Xiaotian, you seem to be in a foul mood. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Nothing, I’m just getting really sick of staying here.”

“I read the news this morning, about your wedding with Sis Ranran. Why has it been brought forward?” she asked, trying to sound him out.

“It doesn’t matter, actually. A few months won’t make a difference.”

“You’re already getting married, yet I still don’t have a boyfriend. After you get married, you’ll be wrapped around Sis Ranran’s finger. By then, it may be difficult for me to meet you again,” she said with a sigh.

“Why would it be difficult?” asked Ye Xiaotian.

“Because Sis Ranran will be keeping a close eye on you, of course. I really wish you weren’t getting married,” Sun Weiwei said dejectedly, with seamless expressions.

“I’ll still get to enjoy my freedom, even after marriage. Besides, Ranran won’t be so uptight and strict with me, just rest assured.”

“Brother Xiaotian, how’s your recovery going?” Sun Weiwei asked while forcing a smile.

“It’s going great. I forgot to ask you, what have you been busy with lately? Filming TV dramas and movies, or what?”

“I’m filming a reality show. It’s so exhausting. Thankfully, there’s a script for me to follow. I wouldn’t know how to cope, otherwise.”