Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day

So, Mrs. Huo still doesn’t know who I am?

Yang Wei’s face turned green.

Ye Beisheng held Huo Shiting’s arm, and her lips curled up. “My dear stepmother, I’m more knowledgeable than you, even though I’m from the countryside. I hope you can educate yourself more so that you don’t use the word ‘shameless’ wrongly again and embarrass the Ye family.”

After she finished speaking, Huo Shiting felt that the rumors were indeed incorrect. He glanced at Ye Beisheng and asked casually, “Did you bring your household register?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Very good. Mrs. Huo, please sign this.”

Ye Beisheng was the first to step into the Civil Affairs Bureau. Under Huo Shiting’s leadership, they successfully got their marriage certificate.

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Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, Yang Wei’s face was pale, and her expression was twisted. This man actually dared marry Ye Beisheng?

Ye Beisheng had the audacity to call her and Anyao mistresses! She and Anyao were not mistresses, they were true love!

Only those who were not loved were mistresses. Ye Beisheng and her mother were mistresses!

Everyone in the room was staring at her now!

Ye Beisheng was a b*tch, and the person she married was also a b*tch!

A slut!

Yang Wei was flustered and exasperated. She took out her phone, took a deep breath, and pretended to look worried.

“Hubby... That child, Beisheng, caused Yaoyao to have a miscarriage, and she even married a random man...”

“Sigh, that man looks like he’s broke, and he’s holding onto Beisheng like his sugar mummy... Beisheng loved money so much... I’m really worried that she’ll do something that will hurt her reputation for money in the future. What should I do then?”

...

After getting the marriage certificate, Ye Beisheng immediately went to terminate the transfer of shares.

As if a huge rock had been lifted off her chest, she sat in the car and stared blankly at the two marriage certificates in her hands, emptying her mind.

Today, she was supposed to marry Huo Yanling, but she unexpectedly got married to another man.

She didn’t look at it when she signed it, and she didn’t open it when she got the marriage certificate.

This was why she still had no idea what her husband’s name was.

This man was probably acting on impulse and didn’t want to marry her.

Ye Beisheng thought about it for a moment. If she were to give him half of the shares as promised, she would be able to fulfill her promise to support him for the rest of his life. Moreover, the money would be enough for an ordinary man to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

With these shares, it wouldn’t really make a difference if they were married or divorced, right?

She gulped and spoke carefully, “Sir...”

“My surname is Huo.” The man interrupted her.

Ye Beisheng quickly changed her words. “Mr. Huo, we can go ahead and be notarized. I don’t care about your money, but I’ll keep my promise and give you half of my shares and assets. If you need money in the future, you can just inform me.”

There was a meaningful look in Huo Shiting’s eyes. contemporary romance

So, this woman still had no idea who he was?

The man chuckled and looked straight ahead. “Miss Ye, do you think that I’m short of money?”

Ye Beisheng was afraid that she would hurt his self-confidence. “That’s not what I meant, but Mr. Huo, since I promised you this, I should give you half of it. If you have the time, we can hold a shareholders meeting right now to transfer the shares, but...”

But?

Huo Shiting turned the steering wheel with one hand and slowly curled his lips, waiting for the woman to continue.

“But...” Ye Beisheng was extremely embarrassed. She tried her best to force a sincere smile on her face.

“Our marriage is a little hasty, and it’s hard to explain to the elders. Mr. Huo, when do you have time? We can go and get a...”

Creak–

The screeching sound of a car braking was heard as the car came to a sudden stop. Due to inertia, Ye Beisheng’s entire body fell over, and her lips just happened to brush past his thin lips.

Then, she fell into the man’s arms.

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