Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

On one shelf were unusual ornaments.

She had done some research about collectibles and had learned some basic identification knowledge.

It was no exaggeration to say that any item on the shelf was worth more than her monthly salary.

In an instant, Janice felt that her heart was dealt a great impact.

This was a greater impact than learning of his reputation and status. After all, those were intangible, but these things in front of her were so valuable.

Christopher Bateman was like a giant standing on a tall mountain, while she was just an ant at the foot of the mountain. She was insignificant by comparison.

Such a huge gap made her breathless. She didn’t even have the courage to stay here. Holding her handbag, she turned around and rushed out.

When Christopher came back, he found that Janice was not in the office. He frowned and went out to ask Rob, "Where is she?"

Rob looked surprised. "She was there just now."

Christopher frowned and immediately picked up his phone to call her.

But no one answered.

Christopher felt a headache coming on. He wanted to have a talk with her after the meeting, but he didn’t expect her to leave without saying a word.

"Mr. Bateman, you and Miss Gladwell..."

Rob saw that he was in a bad mood and asked tentatively.

Christopher shot him a cold glance, and Rob quickly shut up.

Janice left Techno Tower in a hurry but did not return to the TV station.

When she came out, she had asked her boss for half the day off. Originally, she was going to get a divorce, but she didn’t expect that it didn’t go smoothly.

Now, she was upset and in no mood to go back to work.

She wandered aimlessly on the street for a while before going to her best friend, Yvonne.

"Yvonne, is there any wine in your house?"

Janice asked as soon as she sat down.

Yvonne was surprised. After all, Janice was not good at drinking, so she rarely asked for wine.

"Wait, I’ll get it."

With this, she turned around and left. Not long after, she came back with a bottle of bubbly.

"This is the only one you can drink."

Janice thought to herself, "Well, at least it contains alcohol."

Yvonne poured a small glass out for her and asked, "What happened to you today?"

Janice didn’t reply and instead drank the glass of bubbly. She felt that it was not enough, so she poured another glass for herself.

Seeing this, Yvonne quickly stopped her. "Take it easy. This can also make you drunk."

Janice put down her glass and said, "Yvonne, Christopher lied to me."

"Ah?"

Yvonne was confused. "What did he lie to you about?"

Janice said, "He was not my blind date at all."

Yvonne was stunned. "Then who is he?"

"He is a rising IT star who just came back from abroad." Janice frowned. "A rising IT star? That means he’s not a scammer like we thought." Yvonne was surprised.

Janice nodded and thought, "He is not a scammer, actually he’s a rich man with great achievements."

"Shouldn’t you be happy then?" Yvonne asked in confusion.

"But his family is rich." Janice said sadly.

Janice said sadly.

Yvonne seemed to understand. She knew that Janice had always hated wealthy families.

She said, "Then what are you going to do?"

Janice said, "I’ve already told him that we’re getting a divorce."

"A divorce?"

Yvonne was surprised. After all, divorce was not a joke.

"Has he agreed?"

Janice shook her head. "He stood me up this afternoon."

Yvonne heaved a sigh of relief.

...

"Do you know? I went to his company to find him and found that any of his office ornaments were more than my monthly salary. Yvonne, why do you think he lied to me?"

Janice’s eyes turned red.

"Janice, don’t be sad." Yvonne reached out and patted her on the back.

Janice sniffed and said, "Do you know? I feel like I’m a joke to him. Do you know what’s that like?"

As she spoke, she poured another glass of wine and drank it.

The moment she fled from his office, she realized that she did not even have the courage to question him why he did not go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Yvonne stared at Janice helplessly.

Although she was shocked when she found out Christopher Bateman’s true identity, but she didn’t think it was a big deal.

After all, there were many rich men who pretended to be poor in order to find their true love.

She even felt it was a little romantic.

She said, "Janice, I understand how you feel. It’s really painful to be deceived. But, are you looking at things the right way? I think it’s romantic."

Janice was upset so when she heard Yvonne’s words, she was stunned. "Romantic? Yvonne, are you drunk?"

Yvonne said angrily, "Of course I’m not drunk. I’m just saying that Janice, you have to change your old-fashioned thinking."

Maybe rich people stray out of their marriages because it’s like that in their circle. It’s a kind of atmosphere that no one can change. But even so, it might not be true for everyone."

"Besides, even if he is an ordinary person, can you guarantee that he will not have a change of heart for the rest of his life?"

Janice shook her head.

"That’s right," Yvonne continued, "Since no one can see the future, why not choose a man with better financial conditions?"

"Look, your Hubby has good looks and status. Even if he were to cheat in the future, you wouldn’t have to live a miserable life."

"If he were a poor person, I’d consider it. By that time, you would have lost money, youth, and feelings and you wouldn’t be able to get anything in return. Why bother?"

Yvonne’s words did make sense, but Janice still could not accept it. That night, she

stayed with Yvonne.

When she woke up the next day, she saw several missed calls from Christopher.

She didn’t call back. At least, she wouldn’t pick up the phone before she figured out her own thoughts.

Janice arrived at the TV station and she tried her best to adjust her mood.

No matter what, life had to continue.

As for her divorce with Christopher, she felt that she should wait a little longer. At least she should wait until she was confident enough to stand in front of him and talk to him.

When it was almost noon, Janice suddenly received an unknown call.

"Dear girl, do you still remember me, the old man?"

A vigorous and powerful voice came from the other side of the phone.

Janice was stunned and asked, "Are you the older man from the square?"

"It’s me. I didn’t expect you to remember."

"What can I do for you?"

"Here’s the thing. I’d like to invite you to have a meal at my home to express my gratitude. Can you please try to come for lunch?"

However, Janice quickly said, "Grandpa, there’s no need. I didn’t help much. There’s no need to go to that trouble."

"No, I insist."

Since he had said so, it wouldn’t be good for Janice to refuse. She looked at the time; she should be able to make it.

She said, "Okay, I’ll be there."

...

After old Mr. Allson hung up the phone, he said to Andy, "Go and call my grandson. He must come home at noon."

"Yes."

Andy turned around and went out, but he couldn’t help frowning. Didn’t he refuse yesterday?

Before long, Janice arrived at the door of the old man’s house.

When she got out of the car and saw the old man standing at the door, she quickly stepped forward and said, "Sir, why are you here in the heat?"

"It’s nothing. Let’s go inside."

Old Mr. Allson took Janice’s arm and walked into the house.

As soon as they entered the room, a maid served tea and water enthusiastically.

Janice sat there, feeling a little flattered. "Grandpa, this is not necessary. I didn’t help you much."

"Who said so? If you hadn’t brought me back at noon yesterday, I would have had a heatstroke."

Hearing the old man’s words, Janice felt a little embarrassed.

"By the way, I saw that you were in a bad mood yesterday. Are you feeling better today?" he asked.

Janice shook her head.

Old Mr. Allson frowned. "At such a young age, don’t try to trap yourself in an unhappy situation."

Janice nodded, and she thought of what Yvonne had said last night. Although she felt that it was reasonable, she still felt that it was somewhat one-dimensional.

She looked at the silver-haired old man in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"

Old Mr. Allson nodded. "Of course."

Janice paused for a moment and said, "You seem to be a man of status. Do you think that rich people all think the same way?"

"What are you referring to?" Old Mr. Allson asked.

Janice pursed her lips and said, "For example... how they view relationships."

Old Mr. Allson had a flash of understanding and said, "Well, it depends on the person."

However, Janice did not quite understand.

He said, "Not all rich people are unfaithful. Take for example, me. When I was young, I loved one person and I love her still. In my eyes, regardless of how beautiful other women are, they are nothing compared to her. Because my heart has already been given to my wife."

After listening to old Mr. Allson’s words, Janice was touched.

"I really envy your wife, then she..."

Old Mr. Allson sighed. "Alas, she’s passed away. I’m the only one left. But it won’t be long before I go to accompany her."

This topic was inevitably a little sad.

"Don’t say that. Your body is still strong," Janice comforted.

Old Mr. Allson returned to the main topic. "Let’s not talk about me. Let’s talk about the... person who makes you sad."

However, Janice sighed.

"In fact, it’s nothing. I just feel that I have been deceived by him. There’s a big sense of loss."

She said truthfully.

Old Mr. Allson rolled his dark eyes and thought, "Isn’t this a good time? I have to grasp it, then I can achieve my intention."

"Janice, I’m saying that men who cheat are not good men. If I lie to you today, maybe I’ll cheat you next time. Old habits are hard to break."

"Is that so? Are you saying that lying will become a habit?" Janice asked nervously.

"Of course, men can tell the sweetest lies."

Janice was confused.

Aren’t you also a man?

Old Mr. Allson seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and said, "Well... not counting myself, of course!"