The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Be Careful With Your Words, Young Man_1

Translator: 549690339

Just as Ling Han was praying fervently, eyes shut tight, Ye Xingguang silently picked the contract up from the table and walked away.

Han Chengbei followed her to the door, curiosity seeping into his voice, “Blimey, you’re leaving just like that?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Ye Xingguang retorted with an air of indifference.

Han Chengbei tsked and muttered, “Just a money leech. You deceived me the same way last time too, vanishing no sooner were you done? No wonder I opened my eyes to find you gone. The only thing that graced my door was a lawyer with that contract, asking me about donating my assets, three days later.’

Ye Xingguang stayed mum, flagging down a taxi at the entrance of the café.

Keys swinging in hand, Han Chengbei gave her shoulder a poke, “Where are you heading to? How about I treat you to a fancy dinner?”

Ye Xingguang didn’t catch his drift, the sound of consecutive screeching brakes drowned his words. All of a sudden, a Rolls-Royce swung into a stop right in front of them. The energy was breathtaking.

Instinctively, her gaze lifted to meet the man sitting in the luxurious car, the window halfway down.

Ye Junqings typically aloof and brooding gaze was fixed on her. His icy stare naturally fell onto Han Chengbei’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. His usually handsome and cold expression suddenly riddled with murderous rage, ready to dice Han Chengbei’s arm into mince at any moment.

Blissfully oblivious to the imminent danger, Han Chengbei consciously tipped his cap, his jovial remarks made to the man in the car, “Fancy seeing you again so soon, Master Junqing. You look rather pale, like a man cuckolded.

Who seems to have irked you?”

“Eager to know?” Ye Junqing fired back before stepping out of his car.

Han Chengbei nonchalantly continued to hold onto Ye Xingguang and said,

“Not really. I’m about to cherish my dear to a candlelit dinner…”

His words were cut off as his arm, draped over Ye Xingguangs shoulder, was abruptly gripped and pulled away. Han Chengbei hadn’t anticipated Ye Junqing would make his move. His arm was twisted, the intense pain causing his sight to darken.

He howled in pain, “Bloody hell!”

“Should you dare lay another finger on her, a dislocated shoulder would be the least of your concerns. Make sure your father prepares a coffin,” warned Ye Junqing chillingly, pushing Ye Xingguang into a car soon after.

Then, with a resounding ‘thud,’ the car door was slammed shut behind her.

As his vision restored, Han Chengbei found the convoy of cars had already zoomed away, assertively moving onto the highway.

Caught off guard by the sudden misfortune, Han Chengbei gritted his teeth and spat out, “Ye Junqing, you son of a bitch, this isn’t over!”

It was only when the cars had sped away did Ye Xingguang realize what had transpired. Turning towards Ye Junqing, her disbelief was evident, “Ye Junqing, have you lost your mind?”

“Be mindful of your words, young man.”

Fu Zhuo, seated in the front, turned back to caution her.

He, too, was unable to comprehend Why Master Junqing had suddenly spewed vitriol against him, ordered his bodyguards to search for Miss Ye everywhere, meticulously selected a vibrant bouquet of roses from the florist they passed, but did not look for Miss Ye on arriving at the café. Instead, he exhibited hostility towards Young Master Han, only to apprehend this beautiful young boy, and force him into the car. What was going on?

Could it be that Master Junqing had fallen for this young man? But Master Junqing didn’t have such unique preferences! !!