The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

With that thought in mind, she brazenly reached out and twisted his waist, not being polite about it at all. Her voice was soft and tender as she said, with a touch of childishness: “You see, it’s all you now. I’m just a weak little lady, I can’t manage anything.”

Master Ye grabbed her restless hand and scolded her for her bold action. “Stay still. Don’t think that having a lifelong partner gives you leave to do as you please. If you continue to tease me…”

“When did I ever tease you?” Ye Xingguang asked, pulling her hand back with a childlike pout.

“Is a man’s waist something you can twist at your whim?”

Isn’t it flirting to hold him this proactively?

They have slept side by side for countless nights, but she had never taken the initiative to hug him before. A simple gesture like this had already made his heart dance with joy. If this wasn’t considered flirting, what was?

Are men’s waists really not for twisting? She saw her mother did it, didn’t she?

Indignant, Ye Xingguang twisted again. The man’s muffled growl sounded like a fire rapidly spreading up the mountainside: “Go to sleep!”

“Okay.”

She closed her eyes and moved around, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position – but something felt off, no matter how she adjusted.

The man fired up by her movements finally resorted to his domineering side, he pulled her into his embrace, holding her tight and not letting her move at all.

That night, neither of them slept soundly, occasionally waking up only to tightly hug each other again. Despite no locomotion, their emotions were more boundless than the feelings from being passengers on a night train.

The following morning, when Ye Xingguang woke up, her side of the bed was empty.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she saw a lustrous red rose laid horizontally on the bedside. The faint scent of Roseness, and the pleasant mood it brought.

Ye Xingguang wrapped herself in the blanket, and took the rose to brush her face with a laugh, anticipating another day full of energy.

However, thoughts of how the toxic Xingguang would handle Xia Yanyan’s arranged marriage always lurked in her mind.

She had been monitoring the situation, and found a significant piece of news. Ye Shiting, who had maintained a strong presence on the presidential candidate leaderboard, had disappeared from the candidate list, and this news had turned the internet upside down.

Major websites and media outlets were discussing it, but no one knew the real reason, there wasn’t any given explanation, leading to a flurry of rumors and gossip. Ultimately, every medium was racing to report that Ye Shiting was identified as behind the gas station explosion, leading to a lawsuit.

The rule was, as soon as a presidential candidate is entangled in a lawsuit, their qualification is revoked.

A surge of wrong premonitions made Ye Xingguang wonder if it had anything to do with Xia Yanyan forcing a marriage with Ye Junqing?

Feeling uneasy, she phoned Chang Qin Hua at the TV station to inquire if they knew the reason.

Chang Qin Hua’s voice sounded on the phone, “I just got an internal news. Xia Yanyan has submitted a marriage application to the government, registering your official husband Ye Qing-jun’s name on it. The vice president gave Ye Qing-jun three days to make a decision; either marry Xia Yanyan, or face the lawsuit. Now, three days later, your husband has obstinately refused to marry Xia Yanyan. He has received the lawsuit papers from the court, and even Ye Shiting’s presidential candidacy has been revoked. Presently, the Ye’s family is in chaos, and rumors are that this incident might cause bitter strife between the brothers!”