The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband - C.140 - Are You Treating Me Like a Joke on the Leaderboard?_i

The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

C.140 - Are You Treating Me Like a Joke on the Leaderboard?_i
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Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Are You Treating Me Like a Joke on the Leaderboard?_i

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In that instant, Ye Xingguang burst into tears.

Because she had dreamt countless times of her parents wanting to abandon her in the open sea during her youth. However, at the last moment, her brother rushed back and sternly reprimanded her parents, “Stop!”

Then, just like Xia Yanyan, she seemed to find her pillar of support, and threw herself into her brother’s arms.

Her brother would extend his hand and gently pat her back, comforting her softly, “Don’t be afraid, your brother is back.”

For a long time, this dream was the only source of solace in her heart.

But now


Seeing the protagonist of her dream becoming Xia Yanyan in reality, Ye Xingguang was deeply hurt. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

“Miss Ye!”

Xia Ye Zhao looked at the house that had been wrecked in an instant, at his agitated parents who had been pushed around, and his frightened little sister, speaking very unpleasantly as soon as he opened his mouth, “You are inexcusably arrogant!”

Ye Xingguang harshly wiped the corner of her eyes, biting her quivering lips silently, restraining the sharpness and arrogance around her.

She


Won’t confront her elder brother.

In her heart, she still respected her elder brother.

The teddy bear in her brother’s closet had been her only source of warmth today, yet it was a pity that her brother didn’t recognize her


“Miss Ye, I hope you can provide a reasonable explanation for everything that has happened today, otherwise
”

“Otherwise, how would you like to deal with it!”

Ye Junqing entered the room and his deep voice interrupted Xia Ye Zhao’s words.

Seeing the girl with red-rimmed eyes sitting in the only untouched sofa among the ruins, at a single glance, his heart ached intensely.

Where he could still care about their unhappiness from last night, where he could still blame her for cursing him to death with a spirit money ritual the night before, at this moment he only wished to stride over swiftly to the poor and lonely girl, to hold her and console her.

My little mermaid, I am here, don’t cry.

Ye Junqing dodged the obstacles, and walked hurriedly towards Ye Xingguang. He stretched out his hand to lift her from the single sofa and pulled her into his embrace.

Ye Xingguang attempted to resist, but no matter how much strength she exerted, it was of no avail against him.

Ye Junqing wouldn’t let her resist. Both his hands softly pulled her into his arms, large hand landed on her back, gently stroking her, his voice soft and low, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here now
”

Once spoken, Ye Xingguang’s tears started flowing even more intensely. đ“Żđ™§đ’†đ’†đ™Źđ’†đ“«đ’đ’đ’—đ’†đ’.đ“Źđ’đ“¶

The sentence she wanted to hear the most was not spoken by her brother, but by the malignant tumor


Her gaze fixed on Xia Yanyan, still in her brother’s arms, she gritted her teeth tightly. She tried to suppress her trembling heart, but the pain of aggrievement wouldn’t stop.

Upon seeing Ye Junqing arrive, Wang Zimei felt as if she had found her savior. Her voice finally regaining some of its usual dignity, “Nephew, you came at the right time. Look at what this crazy girl has done to my house, and you have no idea how insufferably arrogant she was just now!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Junqing wished he could find some people to wreck the Xia’s house all over again! Judging by how angry she was, it was clear to him how much she must have been provoked!

As Ye Junqing held Ye Xingguang, he turned and directed a dangerous gaze at the Xia family. He sneered at them, “If I were not able to let her be insufferably arrogant, would I still be worthy of being called a malignant tumor? Do you think I am merely playing around in this ranking game?”

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