57 Come Let Your Wife Make You Beautiful (2/2)
”From what you said, he's indeed no ordinary person.”
”Whoever he is, it's none of my business, as long as he doesn't lay his hands on anyone I care about.”
An Xiaoning was at a loss for words. Neither did she wish to know who he was referring to as ”anyone he cares about.” Thus, she closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
The sky began to pour in the middle of the night.
It was raining cats and dogs by daybreak. Jin Qingyan had already left for the office by the time An Xiaoning woke up.
The gloomy skies made the room appear even dimmer.
An Xiaoning's mood seemed to be mysteriously affected by the weather.
She was overwhelmed with anxiety after breakfast, as she felt a strange omen that it would be a day of misfortune.
Thus, she gave Mei Yangyang a call to inform her that she would not be heading to the store that day and remained alone at home.
Seated on the bed, she took out the book given to her by the old Mr. Gu and began reading it from the first page. However, she was not just reading the words on the book but was also reading between the lines and had remembered them deeply in her heart. Hence, she read at an exceptionally slow pace.
For the entire morning, she had only covered a few pages. However, she had already memorized the content on the pages.
Despite having watched a movie and read the book about life's awakenings, she could not help but still feel overwhelmed by the growing worry and anxiety.
It seemed like some sort of a premonition that something ominous was about to happen.
Fortunately, she had remained at home for the entire morning and afternoon and did not plan on going out in the evening. She hoped dearly for the nagging feeling in her heart to go away soon. For a psychic like her, it was not a good sign to be sensing such feelings.
It was past six o'clock in the evening, and the rain had not stopped pouring. Not only were there no signs of it dissipating, but it also seemed to be getting heavier — the skies had turned dark and gloomy, almost pitch black.
An Xiaoning gave Mei Yangyang another call to ask her to go home early and to be careful on the road since it was pouring heavily.
Just as she ended the call, she received a text from Jin Qingyan.
It was unusual of him to be sending her a text message, for he would usually give her a call instead. An Xiaoning began to read the content of the text message, which said: ”I'm discussing something with another businessman in Room No. 6 of XX Teahouse. It's inconvenient for me to give you a call. Make your way here.”
An Xiaoning took another look at the sender ID. It was indeed a text from him. Puzzled, she began to wonder what matters he was discussing about that he'd need her to make a trip there.
Could it be that he had wanted her to tell the fortune of the businessman he was with?
Apart from that possibility, she could not come up with any other reason he would have wanted her to be there.
”Young Madam, it's time for dinner.”
An Xiaoning got out of bed and answered, ”Auntie Chen, Qingyan wants me to go look for him now, I'll have it when I get back.”
”Alright, I'll keep your food warm in the cooker.”
She put on her coat and made her way to the place reluctantly. The sky had already turned pitch dark. The rain was crashing down, along with strong gusts of wind.
However, she still decided to drive there.
Having arrived at the address he had mentioned in the text message, An Xiaoning parked the car along the entrance of the teahouse and alighted, her phone and an umbrella in her hand.
She folded the umbrella when she reached the door and entered the teahouse. ”May I know where Room 6 is?” she asked.
”Walk straight inside and turn left. It's the third room from the front.”
”Thank you.” She proceeded as instructed and gave the door a knock the moment she saw the sign on the door.
An unfamiliar-looking man answered the door and said, ”Please enter. Mr. Jin is inside.”
She led the way and entered the room. To her surprise, the door was locked behind her as soon as she entered. An Xiaoning scanned the room for Jin Qingyan, but he was nowhere in sight.