The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband - Chapter 131
Chapter 131: Chapter 131: The only way to relieve worries, is to get rich ridiculously_l
Translator: 549690339
“In that case, when I myself am in a life-and-death crisis, you don’t have to owe me a life-saving debt, you don’t have to risk your life to save me, you don’t have to die in the process — it’s not worth it, is it?”
“So think it over carefully. It’s really not worthwhile. Once you’ve come to terms with that, I’ll take a regret pill. At that point, please don’t save me again. I can face crises on my own. Really, if you don’t save me, I can still escape death!”
“Didn’t I tell you? Later on, I got rid of all the successors who saw me as a competitor. Now there are no successors left. They’re begging me to take the throne, but I don’t even care for it! Doesn’t that sound cool?” “So, listen carefully, think about it again. Life is so good, isn’t it!”
“Also, the money I burned for you, don’t be reluctant to spend it. You can buy dozens of Rolls-Royces like yours, and hire some bodyguards. Let the bodyguards surround you every day. Don’t buy economy class on flights to the underworld, buy a private jet. If you run out of money, dream of me, and I’ll burn more for you!’
When asked how to relieve worries, the only way is to burn more paper money, to make the young man rich!
By the lotus pond late at night, Ye Xingguang was mumbling to herself, burning wave after wave of ghost money, the flames reflected the tear stains at the bottom of her eyes.
Ye Xingguang wiped her eyes, and only got up and left after burning everything.
She had only taken a few steps when she saw a tall white shadow coming towards her from a distance.
Before Ye Jun Qing even reached her side, his gaze had already moved past her, falling on the smoking incense behind her.
Though the ghost money on the ground had nearly been consumed by the flames, the obvious ashes indicated that a lot of it had been burned, causing his handsome face to suddenly change color.
“What are you doing?”
Ye Xingguang looked up slightly, surprised to see the tall man under the moonlight: “You’re not asleep yet?”
“Why aren’t you asleep?”
Ye Jun Qings face was extremely cold; the slumbering memories surged back in. How many times had it happened before, when he was celebrating his birthday with his friends, she would sneak out of the bustling banquet hall by herself and burn ghost money by this lotus pond? He never thought this naughty girl wouldn’t drop the habit of burning money on his birthday!
The memories rushed back: all of their heated arguments:
“Why can’t I burn ghost money on your birthday?”
“Yes, I am cursing you to die early while burning this money, are you satisfied now?”
“Ye Jun Qing, is your birthday so special? Must I accompany you? Are you not happy with me accompanying you like this?”
Ye Xingguang didn’t know that these tumultuous memories were surging through Ye Jun Qings mind. She pointed to the ashes behind her: “Oh, I was burning some ghost money for friends. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
Ye Jun Qing loathed the memories in his mind. He went over, kicked at the remaining incense in anger, and stomped it out.
Ye Xingguangs eyes twitched furiously: “Hey, what are you doing? Don’t kick!
Don’t stomp! ye Jun Qing! you Dastard!”
She rushed over to stop him, but he grabbed her wrist.
Ye Jun Qing, like a provoked lion, held her wrist tightly, his voice filled with anger and sorrow: “In my house, who gave you the audacity to burn paper indiscriminately without my permission? Ye Xingguang!
He thought she had changed!
He thought she was different from the old her!
As it turns out, she would still come here and secretly burn ghost money to curse him in the middle of the night!
He glared at her, hurt overshadowing his eyes: “Ye Xingguang, do you wish that I die soon?”
