The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

Chapter 2

While waiting in the civil affairs bureau, Ye Xingguang had sweaty palms, engrossed in a gossip website discussing the hottest topics— “Unveiling the top ten cancerous bachelors of country A’s commitment-phobic diamond bachelors list!”

You have to admit, those on the list are truly the top ten outstanding young talents of Country A in terms of looks, wealth, and capability, every girl’s ideal marital prospects. Unfortunately, all of them are staunch bachelors and ruthless, formidable forces.

For instance, the first on the list: Ye Junqing.

He once arrogantly proclaimed during an interview: Whoever draws me, I advise you to prepare a grave for yourself right away!

Ye Xingguang was so scared her legs were trembling; she immediately implored the staff for help.

“Can I reshuffle?”

“Absolutely not. I see that you’re a pretty girl, why don’t you have a partner? You have high standards, don’t you? I’ve witnessed many of these pretty yet partnerless girls, thoroughly indecisive, until they are left behind. Even upon arriving at the civil affairs bureau, you haven’t changed this bad habit?”

Ye Xingguang really wanted to retort, I just got dumped today, and just had a heartbreak. But wouldn’t that be more embarrassing?

It would be better to say that she was left behind because of high standards, that would save her face.

“The person I drew has the same surname as me, maybe he is my relative within three generations, which is unfavorable to eugenics.”

But the staff isn’t buying her excuse: “Trust the state, it won’t arrange your match randomly. For you singles, the state has carefully matched based on birth characters, personality, family background, education, values, appearances, spouse selection criteria, etc., through big data analysis, it has selected ten most suitable candidates for you to choose. Any one of them would be a good match.”

“!!!”

Which eye did this big data see that she and Ye Junqing are a match?

Ye Xingguang was anxious to tears: “Can’t I really choose again?”

“No, unless you can afford a penalty of ten million! But let me tell you, refusing the official match is not as simple as paying a fine. It will also go on record, becoming a lifelong stain. Not only will you lose your political rights for life, even your credit will be affected. Future loans, airplane and high-speed train travels will be rejected. Think about it, can you bear such consequences….”

What? Is it that serious?

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Hiss— Hiss— Hiss—

Eleven low-key luxurious Rolls-Royce vehicles, like the palaces on wheels, are dashing towards the civil affairs bureau.

The indescribable aura has been intimidating from afar.

But what is more shocking is the arrogant Ye Junqing sitting in the sixth car; his aura is so overwhelming, giving people the irresistible urge to bow down.

However, his anger has already reached the boiling point, his beautiful visage expressing gloom more than a city shrouded by dark clouds.

The nervous Fu Zhuo, sitting in the co-driver’s seat, didn’t dare to breathe. He wished he could atone with his life.

He was so busy that he forgot to pay the ‘single tax’ for his boss, Ye Junqing, resulting in such a miserable situation of being drawn at the civil affairs bureau.

Master Ye’s ‘single tax’ is paid annually which happened to be due today. He was just three hours late for the extension, and this happened…

“Master Ye, punish me. If I hadn’t forgotten to pay the single tax, you wouldn’t have been drawn. But rest assured, I have already informed Lawyer Xi to handle this at the civil affairs bureau. There must be a solution.”

“How to solve it?”

The man’s voice was deep and domineering, directly speaking out the predicament at hand, “My brother is currently in a critical stage of his presidential election. If I refuse the state-arranged match at this moment, I don’t know how many political enemies will take advantage of this…”

Fu Zhuo felt even more guilty, and gritted his teeth to ensure, “Master Ye, don’t worry, the public does not yet know about this….”

Before he could finish, a push message came in from his phone:

[Bombshell! The number one cancerous bachelor of commitment-phobes — Ye Junqing, has been drawn at the North District Civil Affairs Bureau in the Imperial capital!]

Fu Zhuo twitched in his eyes violently. How did the media find it out so quickly? Did they want him to apologize by his death?

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