The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

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Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 How Did He Recognize Her? _1

Translator: 549690339

The staff member glanced at the visitors and hurriedly replied respectfully: “Young Master Han, of course you can go in. But as for this lady, I’m not sure what her relation is to you? Generally speaking, apart from your female companion, for you to casually bring other people in would constitute a breach of rules.’

Today, quite a number of influential figures had come to the swimming pool. The pool had to maintain privacy and couldn’t allow journalists to freely take photographs.

“As for her…

The young man took off his sunglasses from his aquiline nose, casually inserted them into Ye Xingguangs collar, then raised the corners of his handsome lips, watching Ye Xingguang with a face full of affection: “She’s my ancestor, she’s my hope in this world.”

The staff member: “…”

Ye Xingguang felt a little dizzy. Damn, she never imagined that the influential media figure she had helped last month, Han Chengbei, would actually recognize her?

After Han Chengbei cheekily spat out those words, he straightened up and asked: “So, can I take my ancestor in now?” f𝚛𝗲𝐞𝐰e𝗯n𝗼v𝗲𝚕.𝚌o𝐦

The Han family is a noble family in country A, and young master Han is the favorite son of the old master Han. After making such a flirty public declaration, how could the staff dare to stop him?

It was rumored that Young Master Han had recently donated half of his assets to “Bo Da Medical Research Institute”, causing resentment within the Han family. But Young Master Han treated money like dirt and continued to do as he pleased.

Not only did old master Han not reprimand him, he even publically stated that his son’s willingness to support medical research made him proud.

However, looking at the burly photographer who came in with Ye Xingguang, the staff member asked: “Young Master Han, surely this burly photographer isn’t also your worldly hope, is he?”

Han Chengbei arched an eyebrow but remained silent.

Ye Xingguang said to the photographer, Bai Sheng, who was accompanying her: “Mr. Bai, why don’t you wait for me outside? When I find Ye Junqing, I’ll figure out a way to bring you in.”

The reporter Bai Sheng, carrying a camera, nodded: “Sounds good.”

After Ye Xingguang was taken into the swimming pool by Han Chengbei, she immediately shook off his arm draped over her shoulder and carefully asked:

“Young Master Han, how did you recognize me?”

For her own safety and to avoid people getting addicted to regret pills and endlessly pestering her, Ye Xingguang never revealed her identity when selling regret pills.

But this young master Han, right from the moment he opened his mouth, he said she was his ancestor, and she was his worldly hope.

“My ancestor, surely you didn’t think that after you conned me out of half of my assets, I wouldn’t investigate you?” Han Chengbei quipped, nonchalantly shaking off his air of indifference.

Ye Xingguang pondered for a long time: “Did I expose myself when I asked you to write a recommendation letter?”

She had asked Han Chengbei to write a recommendation letter for a girl named Ye Xingguang, simply mentioning that Ye Xingguang was her friend’s daughter who just recently graduated from university, without saying that she was Ye Xingguang.

“No, you revealed yourself just now.”

Ye Xingguang: “…”

Han Chengbei glanced at her: “l was just trying to tease you, but I didn’t expect to hit the mark. You really are my worldly hope.”

Ye Xingguang regretted not withholding her identity: “Is it too late for me to take a regret pill now?”

Han Chengbei ruffled her hair: “No need, my ancestor, don’t worry, I won’t harm you. As a person, l, Han Chengbei, bask in holding grudges and in gratitude. I will never forget the great kindness you showed me. Tell me, what interview task do you have today? Are you aiming to interview Ye Junqing? Do you want my help?”

No, she didn’t want to interview Ye Junqing at all. She was under duress, and since Bai Sheng, the photographer, wasn’t present, all she wanted was to find a place to relax in peace, and figure out a way to weep out a regret pill.

[Author’s note: I’m seeking comments and messages, as well as free tickets daily.. My fairies, don’t be so aloof, sigh, I feel lonely, cold, and empty~]