The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

Chapter 56: The Vinegar Jar is About to Spill

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Seeing Ling Han appear on stage in a stunning way, Ye Xingguangs spirit was lifted. Just like everyone else, she held her glow stick high and listened to Ling Han’s soulful singing. The fans might not understand the confusion and surprise in the song, but she felt it deeply.

The song voices disbelief that this was real…

Yet, the song also expresses hope that it was real…

The song is filled with tears of joy for escaping the devil…

And the song subtly reveals a fear of the ephemeral…

Ye Xingguang almost wanted to cheer out for Ling Han, wishing she could shout, “Don’t be afraid! All of this is real! You have changed your destiny; you no longer have to fear the talent agency forcing you into things you don’t want to do, you no longer have to be depressed to the point of contemplating

suicide.”

From this moment forth, embrace your new life!

l, this young lady, didn’t just talk the talk about selling regret pills!

It’s him!

The handsome youngster who sold her the regret pills!

Ling Han, standing on stage, unexpectedly spotted Ye Xingguang in the VIP area of the first row.

His gaze landed on Ye Xingguang, blazing with intensity. As the song came to a close, standing on the stage with tears welling up in her eyes, she looked at the handsome boy who had transformed her fate and said, “This next song is dedicated to someone in the audience.’

The entire audience was buzzing, eager to know who Ling Han was dedicating the next song to.

His emotions in turmoil, Ling Han said, “It was him who gave me hope when I was most desperate. It was him who pulled me out of the mire and brought me to where I am now. Even now, I don’t know if this is all a dream. If it is, I

still want to thank him for giving me such a beautiful dream, one I will treasure forever.’

Cheers and applause…

The entire venue started cheering louder and louder, converging into a unanimous chant, “Who is it? Who is it?”

With a swipe at the corner of his eyes, Ling Han said, “I will never forget what you once told me. You said you are my hope in this world. It was these words that made me who I am today. Thank you, and I hope you’ll like this song.”

Cheers and applause…

Was this a confession?

The audience was buzzing, looking left and right, wondering which godlike man it could be. Could he please stand up to satisfy everyone’s curiosity?

Ling Han didn’t say any more. The music that had faded returned, softly playing again. She started strolling across the stage, riding the rhythm of the music, singing softly…

“Hand me the flowers.” Ye Xingguang asked Ye Junqing, who was sitting beside her, to pass over a bunch of roses.

Ye Junqing had been enduring the noise of the concert, unsure how to hand over the roses he had been keeping. Hearing her request, his lazy brow raised. But before he could even form his words, Ye Xingguang had already snatched the roses from him and headed straight for the stage.

Ye Junqing: .

The elegant youth ran to the stage with a bunch of roses to offer to Ling Han. When he accepted the roses, he impulsively hugged the young man, causing a deafening wave of screams from the crowd below.

Sitting in the audience, Ye Junqings face underwent an instant transformation!

“Keep going, this isn’t a dream. Grasp onto what you have now.” Ye Xingguang whispered into Ling Han’s ear.

Not knowing if Ling Han heard her, after a brief hug, she swiftly returned to her seat, grabbed the bubble tea that Ye Junqing had been holding for her, took a happy sip or two, and then continued waving her glow stick enthusiastically, not caring about how sour the face of Ye Junqing was.

Instead, there was a sense of relief in her heart. At last, the hot potato, the roses, had been dealt with.. Imagine how awkward it would’ve been if he had given the flowers to her instead?