The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband
Chapter 834 - Chapter 834 Chapter 834 Hes Not My Man

Chapter 834: Chapter 834: He’s Not My Man! Chapter 834: Chapter 834: He’s Not My Man! Forget it, skipping a meal won’t kill me, Ye Xingguang thought as she closed the refrigerator door and was about to walk out of the kitchen. That’s when she saw Ye Junqing standing at the kitchen entrance like a great Buddha. It was now late November, and the weather outside was extremely cold, but it was nothing compared to the icy aura emanating from him.

“I’m hungry,” Ye Xingguang said in a particularly spineless manner, immediately wishing she could bite off her own tongue. What was she expecting? That he would make her a steak? As if that dog of a man would make her a steak now.

As expected, Ye Junqing’s expression was cold and merciless as he spoke, “What’s it to me? If you want to eat, go find Li Yu! Isn’t he your dear ‘Brother Yu’? Why aren’t you at the hospital with him? What are you doing back here?”

“He’s not my man!”

After she spoke, her nose soured, and she took steps toward the kitchen door, pushing past his obstructive body, trying to leave.

Ye Junqing reached out and grasped her wrist.

Ye Xingguang glared at his action, looking up, her eyes meeting his frosty gaze. The force with which he was holding her wrist was heavy, and she couldn’t help but frown lightly, “It hurts.”

But he didn’t let go because of her words. Instead, he tightened his grip as if he intended to crush her wrist. Ye Xingguang raised her voice, “It hurts!”

Only then did Ye Junqing let go, his voice exceptionally cold, “Don’t appear in front of me!”

Otherwise, he feared he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to pull her into his arms.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xingguang’s heart ached terribly. She looked at him stubbornly and in disbelief, “Ye Junqing, rest assured, if I run into you again, I’ll be a little dog! I just came back tonight to pack my things! Not to stay! I’m going upstairs to pack now! You can be assured!”

After saying that, she stormed upstairs, and the moment she reached the top, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

She roughly wiped the corner of her eyes, jerk!

In three minutes, she had packed her luggage, and then, carrying her suitcase, she went downstairs.

Ye Junqing was still standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Seeing her descend with her suitcase and walk out toward the door, he thought he could finally stop being bothered, but the next second, he couldn’t control his feet and followed after her.

Stepping out of the villa’s gate, he realized her figure had already disappeared into the night.

Ye Junqing’s heart was suddenly in a frenzy, striding out of the yard, searching for her in each direction.

On the road outside the yard, her figure was nowhere to be seen as well. Beneath the streetlight, the cement pavement was eerily empty, while the sound of crickets only highlighted the quietness of the night.

Where is she?

Ye Xingguang squatted in the villa’s corner, hugging her knees, burying her head deeply into them, unable to stop the tears even as she tried to swallow them. It was cold, she was hungry, and even more aggrieved. Was she too cheap, unable to leave despite how he drove her away?

Why couldn’t he just trust her a little more?

Is this what other people’s relationships are like? Breaking up over the smallest disagreements?

Doesn’t he realize how much she missed him while she was at sea these days?

She thought that after she returned, she would be able to reunite in his arms, where a brief parting would lead to greater fondness, but why did reality have to slap her so hard? She didn’t want her emotions to sour, didn’t want the holy tree to pry into her privacy, but the sadness was overwhelming, beyond her control. How should men and women interact to avoid conflicts? Isn’t there someone who can teach her?