Volume One, Chapter Two: Registering a Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Half an hour later!

Looking at the little red booklet in his hand, Ye Yun wore a bitter smile.

He was married!

Confused and caught up in a mess, forced into marriage by an unexpected pregnancy.

Originally, Ye Yun’s ideal match would at least be someone of the status of a European royal princess.

But now… well, at least the mother of his child was quite pretty.

Judging by her rounded hips, she’d probably bear him a son—so it wasn’t a loss!

“Now that we’re husband and wife, I have three things to tell you,” Susan strode over with an air of pride, her high heels tapping assertively against the floor.

“First, I married you only because of the child I carry. As for you, there’s nothing about you that I find appealing—not even what’s in your pants.”

Ye Yun’s face darkened. “But if I recall, on that wild night, Miss Susan, you weren’t exactly shy.”

Susan’s delicate face flushed with anger and embarrassment. “Shut up! Second, you have no money, no decent job, no family status, no ability…”

“After marrying into the Susan family, you’ll be nothing more than a live-in son-in-law. Everything goes according to my wishes—you do as I say.”

Ye Yun refused outright. “Sorry, I can’t do that.”

Was she joking? He, the illustrious Commander Yun, a live-in son-in-law?

“I’m informing you, not asking for your opinion!” Susan crossed her arms, domineering and unyielding.

“Third, you’re to quit your job as a security guard.”

“You’ll come to work at the Susan Corporation, run errands for me, and learn some business.”

“I don’t want our child to grow up and discover his father is just a gatekeeper.”

Ye Yun felt a surge of irritation building inside him.

This woman, though pregnant with his child, was far too audacious—she needed to be put in her place.

Otherwise, word would get out that even Commander Yun couldn’t control his own wife.

“Fine, I’ll come work under you. But I have my principles—you should remember them.”

Susan sneered. “You’re picky now? Let’s hear it. I want to see what lofty values a security guard could have.”

Ye Yun replied, “First, I refuse any job without substance—if it doesn’t teach me anything, I won’t do it.”

“Second, I won’t do anything I don’t know how to do—if I’m not capable, what’s the point?”

Susan barely restrained the urge to slap him. “Anything else? I’d like to see what other tricks you can play.”

Ye Yun continued seriously, “Third, I won’t do anything rushed—hurrying leads to mistakes.”

“Fourth, I won’t do anything that’s not urgent—since it’s not urgent, why bother?”

“And finally, if I don’t want to do it, I absolutely won’t.”

Susan felt as if she’d found herself a real oddball and laughed angrily. “If you don’t want to do it, you absolutely won’t? May I know the reason?”

Ye Yun responded matter-of-factly, “You heard me—I said I wouldn’t do it, so why would I?”

Susan took a deep breath, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. In that moment, she wanted to kill him.

Seeing her full, heaving chest, Ye Yun felt satisfied.

Little lady, you’re no match for me.

The phone rang—it was Susan’s mother, Yang Huiru, calling, her tone fierce.

“Susan, I’ve called you so many times—why aren’t you answering?”

“Your marriage to Jiahao is approaching.”

“You’re never home, always out somewhere. Do you want your father and me to worry ourselves sick? Come back now!”

Susan’s tone was calm. “Mom, I’m coming home right now.”

“But I’ll be coming with my husband, your son-in-law.”

Yang Huiru’s voice shot up three octaves.

“What did you say?”

“Susan, let me warn you—don’t do anything foolish.”

“You have only one husband, and that’s Fang Jiahao from the Yulong Group, Young Master Fang.”

“You know very well how much effort and sacrifice the Susan family has put into this alliance. All the benefits are yours—you should be grateful.”

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Susan’s lips.

She replied with self-mockery, “Grateful? Ha—being married off as a sacrifice by the family, you want me to be grateful?”

“Enough, I don’t want to argue anymore. I’ll come home, but I’ll bring my husband with me.”

“As for the Yulong Group, I’m sorry—I won’t marry.”

She hung up.

But Ye Yun could still hear the shrill questioning and scolding from the other end, furious and unrestrained.

“Let’s go. I’ll go with you to meet your parents and your family.”

“Whatever happens, I’ll handle it. You needn’t worry.”

Now that they’d registered their marriage, Ye Yun, a man, naturally had to show some backbone.

But Susan wasn’t moved.

She lifted her head suddenly, eyes brimming with tears.

“Why do you people all force me to do things I don’t want to do?”

“And you—what are you, to take a stand for me? Are you qualified? Do you have the ability?”

“Do you know what status the Susan family holds in Jiangnan City? The Fang family from the Yulong Group could crush you with a flick of a finger—do you understand?”

“Ye Yun, to be blunt, you’re nothing but a lowly security guard—useless, living day to day.”

“If not for that previous mishap, someone like you would never have come into contact with me. If you want to stay alive, watch what you say in the future.”

“Otherwise, you’ll only make me look down on you!”

After venting, she buried her head and sobbed.

What she’d done today—especially marrying Ye Yun in a flash—was already wild for a proud, conservative heiress.

Now, with family troubles closing in, she finally broke down.

Ye Yun started the car and sped off.

He spoke lightly, “Stop crying. Soon enough, you’ll realize the father of your child is no coward.”

“And everything I said just now was true. The Susan family, the Fang family—honestly, I’ve never cared about any of them.”

Susan paid him no mind.

Before deciding to make this security guard take responsibility, she’d used her connections to investigate Ye Yun thoroughly.

He really was just a shiftless, idle security guard.

Nothing remarkable about him.

Purple Mansion Courtyard.

The most prestigious neighborhood of Jiangnan City.

Susan’s home was here.

The two walked in silence until they reached the door.

Inside, the house was packed, swarming with people—a formidable show.

“Susan, I heard from Auntie that you were bringing a man home.”

“With your lofty standards, I thought he’d at least be an overseas returnee or a government official’s son.”

Susan’s cousin, Susan Xuan—her mouth marked by a conspicuous mole—looked Ye Yun over with disdain.

“But you brought home a mere security guard? Ha! How can you stomach someone like that?”

With that, she laughed aloud, her laughter sharp and grating.