The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

“Beep beep.”

Xia Ye Zhao hung up the call directly, not wanting to listen any further, out of jealousy.

But for his younger sister’s sake, he couldn’t ignore Ye Jun Qing’s “also”. He opened WeChat, found Ye Jun Qing, and sent him a message: “Tell me over WeChat.”

Xia Ye Zhao thought his ears were finally at peace, but little did he know, Ye Jun Qing sent him more than a dozen voice messages one after another.

Each voice message ended because it surpassed 60 seconds, so he had to stop and start another one to continue reminding him of things to note.

After listening, Xia Ye Zhao felt terrible.

He suddenly realized that he knew nothing about his little sister, while Ye Jun Qing seemed to know her so well it was as if the knowledge had seeped into his bones.

This didn’t make sense!

Ye Xingguang had no idea that while she was out buying daily necessities, the second round of confrontation between Ye Jun Qing and Xia Ye Zhao had already come to a victorious end.

That night, Xia Ye Zhao did not order dinner at the cafeteria. Instead, he ordered a seafood feast to be delivered to the sick room, to help Ye Xingguang replenish her energy.

He was unable to find the VV brand painkiller mentioned by Ye Jun Qing at the pharmacy, felt embarrassed to specifically inquire about gynecology, after much deliberation, he entered the nephro-internal office once again.

Chang Danran was video calling with her son. A childish voice came from the phone: “Mommy, I’ve finished my homework.”

When speaking to her son, Chang Danran was very gentle: “Mommy has to work the night shift today, so she can’t come home to be with you. You need to be good and listen to grandma.”

“Oh, I’m always good, always alone at home.”

The boy’s voice was filled with resentment.

Chang Danran’s eyes twitched slightly. Who had taught him the term ‘staying alone at home’? It was totally inappropriate.

“Mommy, I’m feeling a little unwell again. But I’ll be strong, so you don’t have to worry.”

His voice was strong yet eager for love.

Chang Danran’s heart jumped, “What’s wrong?”

Could it be a relapse of his old illness?

The little boy’s voice became more heart-wrenching, filled with stubbornness: “Mommy, I don’t want to take medicine anymore.”

“Mommy is coming home right now.”

“No, mommy, I might bite you. Just let me stay alone at home!!!”

Chang Danran couldn’t keep still any longer. She quickly ended the call and asked her colleague who was preparing to go off duty to cover for her. Right as her colleague agreed, she noticed Xia Ye Zhao standing behind her at who knows what point.

Chang Danran was taken aback momentarily, then recovered her cold demeanor: “Are you here to inquire about the condition of the patient in bed 19?”

During the day, he had come to her for information about his future father-in-law’s patient. She had fled at the time, and now, here he was again?

Xia Ye Zhao didn’t answer but instead asked, his voice tinged with melancholy: “Can’t believe you even have a son now after not seeing each other for five years.”

Chang Danran didn’t know how long Xia Ye Zhao had been standing behind her or how much he had overheard, but his chilling voice made her heart skip a beat.

Her voice carried a complex tone: “With the current aging population, it would be abnormal for someone my age not to have a child. Do you think everyone can afford the single tax that amounts to ten thousand a month like you?”

Xia Ye Zhao’s eyes were deep and dark, “So, you married Bo Jingyu?”