Hello There, Prideful Chairman

Chapter 59: Beiming Shaoxi Is a Pigheaded Man

Beiming Shaoxi’s eyes burned with passion, and his entire body was heated.

The old master’s voice echoed throughout his head.

[Anan is the only granddaughter-in-law I will acknowledge. As long as I’m alive, nobody can lay a single hand on her. Unless I’m dead, don’t even think about divorcing her and marrying someone else! Cough, cough, cough… I’m not going to recognize another woman… No matter how great of a woman she is, I’ll refuse to see her. I’m a dedicated man, and I don’t change my mind about people… Shaoxi, I’m really disappointed in you…]

Another voice overlapped in the darkness.

[Does Grandfather really have only one year left to live because of his illness? Can we specify in the contract that the moment Grandfather dies, our marriage will be annulled?]

Ji Anan was sleeping very soundly, her face nearly squashed by her glasses.

Beiming Shaoxi clenched his jaw, ignoring his throbbing headache, and reached out to take the glasses off her face.

Her cell phone vibrated twice.

A text message from Beiming Yechen appeared on the lock screen.

[Little country bumpkin, I didn’t expect you to be so worried about me. I didn’t get too wet, and I just finished taking a hot shower!]

[Go to bed early so I can punish you in the morning!]

The dim light emanating from the phone screen lit up his face.

His pupils dilated, and he could barely suppress the overpowering rage boiling up inside.

His own wife wasn’t worried about whether he had been caught in the rain, his head injury, or his drinking. Instead, she worried about his brother?

He dropped the phone and turned around to head towards the bathroom.

He was afraid that if he stayed there a minute longer, the rage boiling up inside him would force him to grab her by the shoulders and shake her vigorously until she woke up so he could demand an explanation.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

The glass still had finger marks that hadn’t evaporated yet and were dripping water…

[Beiming Shaoxi is a pigheaded man.]

The corners of his lips curled up into a smirk while he turned on the showerhead.

Street pictures from London were sent to the ultra-thin laptop inlaid in the bathroom wall.

“Brother, why didn’t I know about something as important as you getting married?”

The words were in fluent English, accompanied by a photo of a girl with fine features and an air of sophistication. “Why are you making Grandfather angry by threatening divorce?”

He had no answer to that.

“I fell in love with a man, and he returned to China, so I’ll be returning to China soon, too.”

“…”

“Brother, I’m really in love with him, so much so that I’m willing to die for him. I’m not like you. I don’t want any other man besides him… He’s my one and only, and I won’t ever let go of him…”

Beiming Shaoxi wrapped a towel around his lower body.

If this had been a normal marriage, he wouldn’t mind just continuing on with the marriage, but Ji Anan refused to even let him touch her.

[Our marriage is only a formality. I won’t give birth to any of your children, and this will be recorded in our marriage contract!]

[I’m not averse to you having mistresses outside of our marriage, and I encourage you to sleep with other women! In fact, you should find a new love interest quickly to show Grandfather so I can finally be free.]

“Brother, you really are a boring person. I’m going to go find Yechen now.”

…

Ji Anan’s cheeks were flushed with color, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

The air conditioning wasn’t turned on that night, so of course she would feel as hot as a fireball under all those layers of mink fur coats.

Kick, kick, kick—

Two coats were kicked off the sofa one after the other, and she unconsciously tugged at her nightgown.

Beiming Shaoxi walked out of the bathroom to see a shapely pair of legs sticking out.

His eyes glowering, his body was instantly aroused.

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He grabbed a blanket and used it to cover her body.

Ji Anan’s sleeves were already pushed all the way to her shoulders, and her skin appeared unbelievably smooth and pale. The skin on her body was a stark contrast to the dull skin on her face.

Her soft and smooth body was like a flower bud, similar to Su Qianmo’s body.

On her left arm, there was a pink silk scarf with the edges of a white bandage peeking out from underneath.

Beiming Shaoxi frowned, then bent down and yanked at the silk scarf…