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Honeymooning with Jiang Yehan? I might as well go alone! Being with him means constantly worrying about my safety! When Jiang Yehan and I stepped out of the house, I still felt a lingering fear.
“Jiang Yehan.”
“Hmm?”
“You're not mad at me, are you?”
Jiang Yehan lowered his gaze. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“It’s just because… because of my sister’s wedding.”
Jiang Yehan took a deep breath. “I’m not angry.”
“Then are you going to divorce me?”
Jiang Yehan gritted his teeth. “No!”
I sighed in relief. As long as we don’t get divorced, that’s fine; I’m counting on getting some benefits from him.
I continued, “So, will I end up on the streets?”
Jiang Yehan could no longer hold back. “What exactly do you want to say?”
“Nothing, I’m just worried. If you get mad at me, will I end up on the streets again…”
I muttered on, “I’m just a poor illegitimate daughter, with no status and no money…”
“You have no money?”
Jiang Yehan looked as if he had heard the biggest joke. “I give you three million every month, and my parents gave you ten million on our wedding day. You say you have no money?”
“That’s your family’s money, not ours from the Ye Family.”
Jiang Yehan was left speechless by my words.
I pouted. As an illegitimate daughter of the Ye Family, I couldn’t compare to Jiang Yehan, the young master; I definitely needed more money to rely on.
On the way to the airport, I curiously asked Jiang Yehan, "Aren't you going on your honeymoon yourself?"
"I have work to handle at the company; I can't get away."
"Oh."
After a moment of silence, I asked again, "Then why do you insist on me going on the honeymoon?"
Jiang Yehan glanced at me with a look of helplessness.
I continued to press, "Is it because I'm your nominal wife, so you feel obligated to give me the corresponding treatment? If that's the case, then I won't go..."
Jiang Yehan rubbed his forehead and said, "Ye Zixuan, can you please be quiet?"
His private jet was about to shut down.
In the last second, he received my WeChat message.
"Jiang Yehan, screw you, you jerk!"
I got off the plane and saw Jiang Yehan deliberately waiting for me to disembark together. He waved his phone at me and asked, "Aren't you going to explain?"
"Huh? What about? Jiang Yehan, why did you bring an assistant with you?" I tried to brush off the issue regarding that message.
He shot me a cold glance before turning away.
"Phew, good thing we didn't dwell on that issue any longer," I thought to myself; impulsiveness really is a devil.
Seizing the opportunity, I placed my suitcase on his foot.
Jiang Yehan winced in pain but had to maintain his image as the president and couldn't let out a sound.
So he could only grit his teeth and swallow it down, limping away.
I sat on my suitcase and chuckled quietly.
Serves him right!
Just then, I received a WeChat message from Jiang Yehan.
"Go ahead and laugh; it might just kill you."
I quickly put away my phone and followed the assistant.
On the way, the assistant said to me, "Madam, the president's stomach condition is quite serious; please take good care of him."
Is Jiang Yehan's stomach issue serious?
Why didn't mother Zhang mention this to me before?
I nodded, "Don't worry, I will."
After all, I'm still relying on Jiang Yehan's allowance.
When we arrived at the hotel, the assistant handed me Jiang Yehan's luggage and said, "Madam, I'll be leaving now."
"Okay."
I dragged two suitcases into the room.
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