I Became Popular in the Entertainment Industry Thanks To Doting

Chapter 12: A Good Samaritan Living Well Is Worse Than A Good Destiny

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Junzhu tilted his head to look at her. “Little sister, you’ve thought too far ahead! Future matters should be discussed again in the future. Isn’t it tiring to think of these many things at your young age? Moreover, if it’s between me and that genius son of yours, who would benefit from whom is still undecided!”

Speechless, Ye Xingbei shot flying daggers at him with her eyes. “Isn’t it because I don’t want to take advantage of you? You and your father sure are careless to just marry me home like this without even signing a prenuptial agreement. No matter how much money you earn in the future, it will be our marital property—owned by us spouses equally. By just sitting in this car without doing anything, I can divide a good deal of money away from you one day, right? You and your father sure are rich and overbearing; both of you couldn’t care less about anything!”

After staying quiet for a while, Gu Junzhu shook his head and let out a sudden chuckle. “If you gave birth to five children and they all died, leaving just the youngest son behind, you wouldn’t haggle about who to divide the money to. If you can keep my life intact, my dad would probably give you the entire Gu family!”

When Ye Xingbei heard the melancholy in his tone, she was nonplussed for a short while.

She only came to know Gu Junzhu yesterday.

From the first time she met this man eye-to-eye, she felt that he was a millennium-old double-aged sword that was unsheathed—ice cold—carrying the perseverance and coercion of a person of a higher pedigree. A simple glance could cause her entire body to feel cold. If it was someone who was more timid, then that person might be scared to the point of kneeling with just one glance.

Later when she took a second glance at him, this person’s stance became languid and indolent, looking like he was indifferent to all matters. Noble and elegant, Gu Junzhu’s every movement looked indescribably beautiful, like a young, pampered aristocratic.

…Oh, not similar. He originally was one.

The Gu family was one of the top 10 families in the entire country; Gu Junzhu was also a money-making machine.

He had a wide range of hobbies that he would dabble in and his properties were spread all over the world. Furthermore, he always earned from whatever he did. He was practically the God of Wealth’s favorite; whatever he did—it would always make him a lot of money.

In fact, the sheer number of his properties made it impossible for anyone to estimate just how wealthy he was.

Anyway, there were only two words: very rich!

Yesterday, when Ye Xingbei received the investigation report on the Gu family and Gu Junzhu, she felt as if she was dreaming.

If not for the circulating rumors that Gu Junzhu was on the brink of death—and that due to the Gu family’s status, Gu Junzhu’s wife couldn’t remarry after his death—it was estimated that the number of women who wanted to marry Gu Junzhu could circle around the earth a few times.

As a result, this wealthy—handsome, respectable, important, classy, and imposing man—became her husband after a night’s sleep.

If Jiang Siyou discovered that—about Gu Junzhu being a person who was about to die—was just a rumor released by the Gu family on purpose, she daresay that Jiang Siyou could vomit several thousand milliliters of blood!

After both of them had slept together that day, they had only met each other once in a hurry. Therefore, they didn’t understand the other party that much.

The investigation reports that she had received on Gu Junzhu yesterday were only the tip of the iceberg—she couldn’t find any more relevant information.

After saying so much things to each other today, Ye Xingbei felt that this person was not at all as callous and cutting as that day they had first met. It was very interesting how he was able to express himself wittily.

He didn’t seem very difficult to come into contact with either.

The data that she had gathered had said that this person, Gu Junzhu, was the quintessential pampered noble son— full of shortcomings and extremely hard to wait upon.

After all, he had always been a proper aristocratic young master, unlike her, who grew up like wild grass. Even if he had more shortcomings than others, that was also because his family had the money and ability to spoil him, so it was very normal.

But the Gu Junzhu that she had interacted with today was completely different from the Gu Junzhu from her imagination.

Noticing the melancholy that he had unconsciously exuded, Ye Xingbei was stunned.

That wasn’t saying she thought that this person wasn’t capable of feeling upset.

Rather, she thought that for someone like Gu Junzhu, even if he wept bitter tears in secret, in front of outsiders, he would definitely put on a strong armor of façade to prevent others from seeing the tiniest bit of weakness inside of him.