Chapter 2

9th Master, Please marry me!

Ye Beisheng closed her eyes and calmed down for a moment. Then, she slowly stood up and quickly tapped on her phone twice. A line of code appeared on the screen.

The scumbag who spent her money to raise a mistress had the nerve to point fingers at her?

She wanted to see if their relationship, in which she acted as a mistress, would last forever without her money.

“Ye Beisheng, what have you done?!” Before she could leave, Yang Wei suddenly received a phone call. Her expression turned ugly as she screamed. Huo Yanling was not present. So, she stopped pretending to be noble and immediately pounced on Ye Beisheng, slapping her hard.

“Why are the shares gone? Why did the partner suddenly break the contract?! You b*tch! You’ve caused Anyao to be in this state and still want to take back the shares? Your shares belong to Anyao! I’m going to kill you!”

Ye Beisheng suddenly opened her eyes. All these years, she had been living so cowardly that even an illegitimate daughter could brazenly take her shares and her fiancé for herself.

Just as the slap was about to land on her face, Ye Beisheng lost her patience and grabbed Yang Wei’s hand, twisting it hard.

“Mrs. Yang, you’re merely an illegitimate mistress. Who gave you the guts to point fingers at me?”

If there’s anyone who wants to be the weak and elegant young miss, they shall! Ye Beisheng isn’t going to entertain them any longer.

Yang Wei heard a crack and felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She retreated and screamed, “Ye Beisheng, did you just push me? You jinxed, little b*tch! Not only did you cause my daughter to have a miscarriage, you even refuse to let me live?! Why didn’t you just die in the countryside? Why did you have to come back? Your mother’s share would have been ours if it wasn’t for you! You should have gone to hell!”

Ye Beisheng’s eyes were emotionless.

If she was still single, there was no way of knowing what this family would do to her.

Unless she could get married before the transfer of shares...

Ye Beisheng suddenly thought of something and steadied her breathing. She turned her gaze and looked into the distance.

She suddenly chuckled. “My dear stepmother, you’ve been reacting so badly when I only gave you a light push. Well, I’m afraid... that you may not be able to handle what’s about to happen next.”

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Huo Shiting only looked away from Ye Beisheng after listening to his assistant.

His tone was indifferent, and one couldn’t hear any emotions from it: “Tell the Jian family that the wedding is canceled.”

The assistant hesitated. “But, master, Miss Jian is the wife that your grandfather has arranged for you. If you don’t get married today ...”

“Miss Jian was the one who ran away from the wedding. Why should I marry a woman who couldn’t comply with the terms of the contract?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Shiting suddenly saw that the woman, whose fiancé had been taken away, was walking toward him.

“Gentleman...”

Huo Shiting raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ye Beisheng smiled and looked up. “My fiancé cheated on me. Your fiancée ran away from the wedding. Why don’t we... get married instead?”

The air around them instantly froze into ice.

Huo Shiting’s fingers paused, and he looked at her with his dark eyes.

Ye Beisheng felt an inexplicable sense of pressure, but she still spoke with determination,

“I need a husband, and you happen to be lacking a wife, right?”

Huo Shiting smiled. He lowered his gaze and ignored the shocking look on his assistant’s face. He asked lightly, “A marriage... Miss Ye, why does it have to be you?”

As soon as the man’s voice rang in the room, the surroundings became deathly silent. Ye Beisheng’s breath trembled as well.

She didn’t think about how this man knew her surname was Ye. It was the first time she had proposed to a stranger, and Ye Beisheng was a little nervous.

Every time she got nervous, she would feel cramps in her arms.

Ye Beisheng paused for a moment before asking an odd question, “Sir, do you still want to work hard for the rest of your life?”

Huo Shiting raised his eyebrows.

“I personally own 70% of the Ye Group’s stock. I’ll give you half the shares as soon as we get married.” Ye Beisheng tried to speak as calmly as possible.

She paused for a moment, and under everyone’s dumbfounded gazes, she uttered an earth-shattering sentence, “Marry me, and I’ll support you for the rest of your life.”