The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband-Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: It Only Takes a Minute for You to

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After leaving the Medina Swimming Pool, Ye Xingguang found a place to remove her makeup and change her clothes. With that, she transformed into a dashing young man.

Though her height of 1.6 meters was considered short among men, her flawless, icy, and translucent complexion was just as beautiful when she was without makeup, stretching from her eyebrows to her chin.

All of her long hair was concealed under a wig, revealing to Han Chengbei the sight of neat short hair that exuded the innate purity and delicate beauty of a youth. Her clear eyes were so captivating, like pure snowmelt, that one couldn’t look away.

Ye Xingguang would dress up differently each time she met with customers. She had been an old man, an old woman, and a siren before… there was no pattern to it.

Last time when she met Han Chengbei, she posed as a punk girl with smoky makeup, but with Ling Han, she was a woman disguised as a man.

Perhaps she was not in a good mood, she wanted to pretty herself up, so she removed all her makeup. Han Chengbei was entranced.

“Good lord, how devastatingly beautiful are you? Most people become more attractive with makeup, but you get more beautiful the more you take it off. Please, don’t put on any makeup again!’

Ye Xingguang ignored Han Chengbei’s mockery. She was also very good-looking with makeup on, wasn’t that why she was the school’s beauty at University C?

All she did was to make her big eyes appear smaller, downplay her high nose bridge, alter her sharp chin to a round one, and darken her translucent porcelain skin slightly. It was still the same face after all, wasn’t it? 𝑓𝓻ℯ𝑒𝑤𝘦𝑏𝑛ℴ𝓋ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝓸𝓂

“Enough. I’ve arranged to meet someone at the coffee shop at five o’clock. Don’t follow me.’

Han Chengbei objected, “Given how handsome you look as this charming young boy, 1 wouldn’t feel at ease letting you meet clients in a coffee shop by yourself. I could be your secretary. With me present, your credibility would be higher. To be honest, when I first met you, I really thought you were a con woman soliciting donations for a research institute.”

Ye Xingguang gave him a disdainful look: “And yet, didn’t you end up signing the donation contract and purchasing my regret pill in the end?”

Han Chengbei awkwardly smiled, taking a ‘real men do not dwell on past failures’ stance: “l was at a dead end.’

“The customer today is also at a dead end. They’ve already decided on suicide. Once a person is driven to desperation, even the slightest straw of hope can become a lifeline. You should understand this mentality better than I do.”

Even though he was normally cynical, Han Chengbei’s eyes turned cold for a moment, and he fell silent, because he truly understood.

Five thirty, coffee shop.

Ling Han, wearing a large black hat, dark sunglasses and a big black mask, appeared at the entrance of the coffee shop. She checked her private messages on Weibo, then turned to look at a handsome young man sitting by the window. The setting sun cast fragmented rays on his face, creating a hazy aura.

The youth seemed to be immersed in a book, casually flipping through the pages, blending perfectly with the relaxed and quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop.

Ling Han opened the door of the coffee shop and only realized that media magnate Han Chengbei was sitting across the young man when she walked up to him. Han Chengbei had done nothing but rest his chin on his palm, staring mesmerised at the youth.

Ling Han asked hesitantly, “Is it you?”

Ye Xingguang didn’t answer, maintaining her relaxed posture as she read her book. Secretary Han Chengbei glanced at the empty seat beside him and said,

“Miss Ling, please take a seat.”

Once Ling Han had taken her seat, Han Chengbei pushed a donation contract and a small pillbox towards her.

What he said next sounded less credible than even a snake oil salesman:

“This is the Regret Pill you wanted to purchase. This is the donation contract. We’ve already clarified everything to you through private messaging. If you’re willing to take a chance for a turn in life, then go for it. Trust me, popping this pill can turn your life around in just a minute..”