The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

At the President’s Office, Yanbei was busy with work until almost ten at night when he finally picked up his phone to check his private messages.

He wanted to reply, but found that he had already been blocked by the other party.

The prospect of someone selling a “regret remedy” was unbelievable to a president. However, according to a secret investigation, there were indeed some people who admitted to purchasing this “regret remedy” via a microblog account and changing their lives.

Yanbei would never seek help from such a thing, even if he felt regret in his life. Only when it came to the matter of his child, no matter how much he tried, his efforts were all in vain.

Every man, no matter how strong, has times when they feel helpless.

It wouldn’t be long before he stepped down from his position as president. By then, Ting Nan would surely divorce him. Ting Nan had already prepared the divorce papers, which currently, laid in his desk drawer.

Yanbei took the divorce papers from the drawer. His eyes fell on the name signed on the woman’s part, “Ye Tingnan”.

His fingertips caressed over the elegantly written characters. Yanbei’s heart ached.

In anger, he tossed the divorce papers into the shredder. He would never sign these papers, not in this lifetime.

Yanbei pondered for a while, then pressed the intercom.

Qin Yao walked in from outside, “Mr. President.”

Yanbei wrote “Regret Remedy Seller” on an A4 paper and gave it to Qin Yao, “Find the person who owns this microblog account and bring them to me.”

Qin Yao took the A4 paper, “Yes, sir.”

After a moment of thought, Qin Yao added, “Mr. President, get some rest early. The president of K country will visit for a state affair the day after tomorrow. You’ll be busy then. You haven’t rested well recently. Health is more important than state affairs.”

Yanbei gestured dismissively, indicating that he understood.

Ye Xingguang had long given up. Why should she lower herself to beg someone to buy her regret remedy?

Now Han Chengbei was annoying her with nonstop phone calls.

“I’m not selling it, so stop disturbing me. I’m annoyed!” Ye Xingguang replied to the repeated calls.

Han Chengbei asked, “What’s bothering you?”

Ye Xingguang didn’t want to talk about it, but she ended up speaking anyway, “Do you think one can find true love in a state-arranged marriage?”

Han Chengbei knew she was also an object of state-arranged marriage and sympathized with her, “Well, according to statistics, the lottery system of the civil affairs bureau has a 99% success rate for assigned marriages. After the lottery, all the pairings are mostly successful. Just live your life in peace.”

Crap! Considering the 10 million penalty for disengagement, the ordinary people who can’t afford the fine would obviously do their best to stay together!

Han Chengbei regretfully said, “You should’ve found me before you went for the lot. Tell me you won’t sell me the regret remedy if I don’t marry you. I definitely would’ve married you.”

Ye Xingguang retorted, “Quit your nonsensical chatter. I’m really annoyed with this mess. Do you think a man, who had initially dismissed our future after he drew my name, could change his mind in just a month and try to make it work with me?”

Han Chengbei asked,”Did he see your true face after you removed your make-up?”

Ye Xingguang: “!!!”

Ye Xingguang defended herself, “I look great even with make-up!”

Han Chengbei said, “It’s not comparable in men’s eyes. Trust me, men are visual creatures. If you really don’t like the state-arranged marriage, then endure it for one year. After a year, I’ll give you ten million, you can pay the fine, and then I’ll marry you. How does that sound? Then I’ll be both your husband and your manager. You’ll be in charge of the production, and I’ll handle the sales. We’ll be a couple selling regret remedies together.”