Chapter 7

How much money do you want to leave the 9th master?

Huo Yanling did not feel that there was anything wrong with what he had said.

“So, you have to explain that Yaoyao isn’t a mistress. She was the one I was about to marry yesterday. You were the one who wanted to steal your brother-in-law away, so you went back to the Civil Affairs Bureau to cause such a huge scene.”

Ye Beisheng laughed coldly and said with a meaningful smile, “Young master Huo, you want me to take the blame?”

Huo Yanling furrowed his brows. “What do you mean by taking the blame? You’re a member of the Ye family, and the Ye family has been greatly affected by this matter. You’re doing this for the good of your own family!

“Since you’re a member of the Ye family, why can’t you sacrifice for them?

Oh, for the sake of the Ye family, she had to admit that she was a mistress and give way to the actual mistress?

Ye Beisheng twirled her hair with her fingers and said, “I’m sorry, young master Huo. Who gave you the impression that I’m a saint? If there’s something wrong with your brain, you should visit a doctor instead. There is one that is meant for brain-dead patients like you just to your left. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed for going to the doctor, your conditions can still be treated.”

Huo Yanling’s tone was full of disappointment, but he seemed to be tolerating her unreasonable behavior.

“Beisheng, what exactly are you not satisfied with? You’re just a woman with a pretty face, but yet you’re ignorant. You’re not worthy of me at all. Yaoyao is a genius and talented woman. The Ye family will only flourish with me in the picture.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Beisheng hung up the phone.

What an idiot.

She suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with marrying Huo Shiting. At least...

Once Huo Yanling meets her in the future, he will have to refer to her as his aunt.

Ye Beisheng went downstairs after washing up and was surprised to see a man’s suit hanging on the sofa.

Huo Shiting actually came back last night? She thought that it was common for such a man to not return home.

The maid had already prepared breakfast. Ye Beisheng sat down and had just eaten when she suddenly heard the sound of the villa’s door being pushed open. Then, a discordant female voice could be heard...

“Miss Ye, I heard that you shamelessly begged for the Ninth Master to marry you. There are just incredibly shameless women who think about things that don’t belong to them all day long. Are you worthy of being the Ninth Master’s wife?”

Ye Beisheng turned around and saw a middle-aged woman in her fifties. The woman’s face was full of contempt. She appeared to be the villa’s housekeeper.

Ye Beisheng had only been married to Huo Shiting for less than 20 hours, and trouble was already here...

Ye Beisheng held his chin and pretended to be surprised. “I’m not worthy? Then, do you think that you’re worthy of it? Aunty, at your age, aren’t you afraid of being punished by the heavens for the feelings you harbor for the Ninth Master?”

“Sharp-tongued b*tch!”

The housekeeper walked into the dining room. “Can’t you see that I’m here? Aren’t you going to pour me some tea?”

The maid ran out in a hurry, made tea for the woman, and hid to the side.

The middle-aged woman raised her chin, and her eyes were filled with anger.

“Miss Ye is a woman that even Young Master Yanling despised, but now she’s married to the Ninth master. If word gets out, you’ll be the one who ends up getting embarrassed.”

Ye Beisheng looked at her as if she was looking at an idiot.

“What are you saying? The woman that Huo Yanling didn’t like became the wife of the Ninth Master, who is also the head of the Huo family. If this gets out, Huo Yanling will be embarrassed, and even Huo Shiting will be embarrassed for marrying the woman that Huo Yanling had dumped. Why would it be me?”

“Impudent!” The housekeeper’s face darkened, and she said coldly, “Do you have no consideration for ethics and rules? I’m only scolding you for your own good. I want you to know your place. How dare you talk back to me on the second day of your wedding?! You are indeed a slut!”

Ye Beisheng raised her eyebrows. This woman had scolded her right off the bat, and yet this woman wanted Ye Beisheng to welcome her with a smile?

The housekeeper was furious. “I’ve seen many shameless vixens like Miss Ye. Tell me, how much money would it take for you to leave the Ninth Master?”

“30 billion,” Ye Beisheng replied nonchalantly.

The housekeeper’s expression turned vicious, and her voice suddenly rose. “What? 30 billion? In your dreams!”

“So.…. the Ninth Master isn’t even worth 30 billion? I understand it now. If a servant can influence the Ninth Master’s marriage, how could it only be worth 30 billion?!”

The middle-aged woman’s face changed drastically, and she raised her arm to slap Ye Beisheng. “When did I say anything about the Ninth Master’s marriage? Stop talking nonsense! Ye Beisheng, you b*tch! I’ll kill you!

“Ahhhhhh!!! Who hit me?!”