The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

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Chapter 14 𝗳re𝗲𝚠e𝐛n𝗼v𝗲l.c𝐨𝐦

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Did She Accidentally Sleep in the Wrong Room Last Night? _1

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Ye Xingguang was furious, “You have the nerve to blame me! If you hadn’t made a sudden sound, would I have been scared enough to lose grip on the water cup?”

She was going to return to her room to fetch a cold towel, but Ye Junqing held her back, “Stay seated, don’t move!”

“What on earth for?”

“When I tell you to sit down and don’t move, then sit down and don’t move. Stop asking so many questions!”

Ye Junqing scolded sharply, turned around and started rummaging through a drawer in the living room table for the burn ointment. The man, who had searched two drawers before finding the ointment, turned around only to find that Ye Xingguang had stood up. He shot her an icy, warning look, “Try moving even one bit.”

Ye Xingguang: .

Seeing the man walking over with the ointment, she shut her mouth just in time and extended her hand, “Thank you.”

Ye Junqing glanced at her, but didn’t hand her the burn ointment. Instead, he unscrewed the cap, very much intending to apply it for her.

Ye Xingguang was taken aback. The burn was on her thigh, which made her a bit embarrassed. Ungainly, she said, “l can do it myself.”

“You can’t even hold a cup of water steady, what can you do right?” Ye Junqing didn’t give her the chance to apply it herself. Seeing her skin burned red, he felt irritated and annoyed.

The burn ointment was applied to the area, giving a cool sensation.

Ye Xingguang told herself to temporarily forgive the man for his fiery tone.

Under the light, despite the man’s unpleasant expression, his features were too handsome. She couldn’t help but gawk. Even though his tone wasn’t great, he did quickly find the ointment for her, and his careful application was commendable.

Once all the burn areas had been covered with ointment, Ye Junqings expression finally softened.

Raising his head, he found the woman was looking at him, his gaze chilled, “What are you looking at?”

Ye Xingguang suddenly came to her senses, “Thank you.”

Ye Junqing was momentarily stunned. She had never thanked him before no matter how good he had been to her. Now, just because he helped her apply ointment, she was thanking him? For what?

Perhaps unaccustomed to it, Ye Junqing, with a cold face, stood up and said, “l didn’t do it for you! Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Then why?”

Ye Junqing coldly throws out a sentence, “So the civil affairs bureau wouldn’t accuse me of domestic abuse when they come for a home visit!”

Ye Xingguang:

As if afraid she wouldn’t believe him, Ye Junqing coldly added, “What are you doing standing there? Didn’t I tell you to keep your distance when you see me?”

“…” This man, really!

Ye Xingguang stomped up the stairs, returned to her room, immediately locked the door, climbed onto the bed, and covered herself with the quilt to sleep.

Ye Junqing sat in the living room for a long time, his mind in turmoil as he thought about things. When he finally went upstairs and tried to push open his own bedroom door, he encountered resistance. He grabbed the door handle, gave it a strong push, and frowned slightly. Was it locked from the inside?

Who was in there?

The next morning, Ye Xingguang woke up naturally. As was her habit, she stretched out her hand to grab her pillow, but groped for a while and couldn’t find her usual large pillow on the bed.

She yawned and looked around, and then it all hit her!

Something seemed very off about this room?

She remembered her own bedroom was decorated with a feminine touch, very soft, but this room was devoid of any softness. Every piece of furniture and accessory in the room exuded a masculine vibe. The only thing soft in the room was the ceiling.

The ceiling of this bedroom was identical to that of a mermaid swimming pool. The effect during the day was slightly less impressive. However, lying on the bed at night and looking up at the ceiling, one could certainly fall asleep beneath a starry sky…

But Ye Xingguang had no time to appreciate it. Her mind was exploding, this… wasn’t her room?

Whose room was it then?