My Poor Husband is the Country's Richest Billionaire

It was still cold in March in Jingex. The light rain deepened the coldness and chilled Shelly Dunn to the bone.

She stood at the entrance of the County Clerk's Office and watched as a passer-by held an umbrella and walked past in a hurry.

Five minutes ago, she called her fiance, Matt Jenkins, and asked him when he would arrive.

Today was the day they got their marriage certificate.

It took a long time for Matt to answer her phone. Before she could speak, Matt said, "I'm sorry, Shelly. Maybe I've not thought it through. You want to get married because of your grandfather's wish as a patient, but I don't want to get married so hastily."

"Also, your brother is only six years old. As soon as your grandfather passes away, your troublesome relatives will covet the property left by him. I don't think I can deal with them, and I don't want to bear the burden of raising your brother with you."

Matt was very calm, but Shelly felt a chill in her heart.

In the end, Matt said, "I'm sorry, Shelly. We should break up."

Then, he hung up the phone.

He didn't give Shelly a chance to speak from beginning to end.

Shelly's tears rolled down from her eyes.

They were college classmates and started dating at 20. Their relationship remained stable for five years. Marriage was mentioned by Matt's parents before her grandfather fell seriously ill.

Now that her grandfather was ill, Shelly and her younger brother were the ones he worried the most. He hoped to see her get married.

To fulfill her grandfather's wish, she proposed to marry Matt and agreed to take the certification at the County Clerk's Office today.

However, Matt broke up with her.

"She ran away? Is the White family playing tricks on me? If my grandma hadn't kept her promise, I wouldn't have been willing to marry her!"

Not far away, a man was holding a bouquet in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. His voice was particularly loud, and one could hear his anger from it.

Shelly couldn't help looking over.

"She asked me to buy the flowers, get the diamond ring, get the documents ready, and wait for her at the County Clerk's Office, but she ran away from the wedding! Did Penny White think I, Viggo Morgan, can't get married in my life with someone else? Since she chose to run away, don't blame me for being heartless!"

The man named Viggo Morgan hung up angrily.

Shelly listened to the gossip and forgot that she was still desperate.

The person she was going to marry was afraid of facing her relatives, afraid of shouldering the burden of raising a younger brother with her and breaking off the engagement.

From the words of this man named Viggo, it could be inferred that he also decided to get married to appease the elders in his family. However, his fiancée ran away today.

Both of them had the same unfortunate experience.

With her grandfather lying in a hospital bed, the news of her marriage certificate brought him joy and lifted his spirits. Determined not to disappoint him, she embarked on a mission to fulfill his wishes.

If Grandpa knew that she didn't get the marriage certificate, he would be very sad.

Shelly wiped her tears and made a bold decision as she looked at the man who was venting his anger on the petals.

She strode over.

Sensing that someone was approaching, Viggo instantly stood up like a hedgehog. He glared at Shelly coldly and was on high alert.

His cold and sharp gaze almost made Shelly want to retreat.

"Sir."

Shelly had already taken the first step forward. She forced herself to move forward bravely and not retreat.

"Sir, I was abandoned by my fiance. I just heard you talking on the phone with someone else. Your fiancee ran away from the wedding, didn't she?"

Viggo asked, "None of your business."

"Sir, I must get married today. We are both abandoned parties, but we can form a pair. My name is Shelly Dunn, 25 years old, and I hail from a village in Borgon County, Jingex. I bear the weight of a seriously ill grandfather and a six-year-old younger brother."

"My brother and I were both taken in by our grandfather from an orphanage, and he has bestowed upon us immeasurable kindness. With his current grave condition, his greatest concern lies with our well-being. He wishes for me to marry swiftly, to ensure our future stability. So, sir, I implore you to take your time and consider this proposition."

Viggo frowned. "We don't know each other."

To reassure Grandpa, she dared to marry a stranger in a flash?

Her filial piety and courage were commendable, but did she know who he was?

"We didn't know each other before, but now we do."

Viggo was speechless.

After a brief silence, he responded, "Do you know why my fiancée left me? She despised me for my good looks and lack of financial stability. Currently, I'm unemployed. In the past, every job I found would only last for a maximum of three months before I would be unable to continue."

"Most of my time is spent searching for employment. I come from a large, impoverished family, and we all reside in ancestral homes. Given our dire financial circumstances, are you truly certain about rushing into marriage with me?"

Shelly looked at him in surprise.

He was tall, handsome, and had a chilly temperament. He exuded a noble aura from head to toe, like a person who had been in a high position for a long time.

However, at this moment, his clothes were no different from those of ordinary people.

Perhaps he was the kind of person who would deceive people with his appearance.

"Sir, I don't mind. I run an electronic processing factory myself. The income is not high, but I can afford to raise a family. If you don't want to find a job, you can help me with my factory."

Viggo deliberately said, "I don't want to go to work."

"Well, you can be a househusband at home. You take care of the household chores while I take charge of the outside responsibilities."

Viggo was speechless.

"Are you trying to keep me as your sugar baby?"

Shelly smiled and replied, "This isn't about being a sugar daddy. In marriage, both husband and wife support each other. Even if you're not currently employed, I expect you to take care of our family and relieve me of any worries. It's a shared responsibility for the well-being of our household. We are equals in this journey."

Viggo looked at her again.

She looked gentle. Although she couldn't compare with those young ladies he usually saw, she still caught his eye.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?"

"If you're willing, I'm sure."

Viggo pursed his lips and said, "You dare to marry a strange man. What am I afraid of? But I have to tell you the truth first. Although I don't have a job, I have friends. I can't stay at home every day to do your laundry and cook for you, but I can guarantee that I won't let you worry about my family affairs."

"Also, I'm a little mysophobic. Unless we have deep feelings for each other, I won't be able to do anything."

Shelly was amused.

It just so happened that she was the same. Without feelings, she couldn't have sex with a man.

She would even feel shy when she had feelings for someone. She had been in love with Matt for five years. They kissed and hugged, but they had never slept.

Grandpa had always taught her that when she was in love, she had to hold on to the last line of defense. The man who truly loved her was willing to wait until her wedding night.

"Okay, we can be a nominal couple first."

Viggo handed the bouquet that he had picked up a lot of petals to Shelly. "Take it, let's get the certificate right now."

Shelly took the bouquet from Viggo, "Okay."

They walked into the County Clerk's Office side by side.

When she entered the County Clerk's Office, she saw that the other side of the registration area was empty, but the divorce area was a long queue.

Viggo suddenly stopped.

Shelly also stopped and looked at him.

"You... want to retreat?"

Shelly asked tentatively.

"Did you see the view over there?"

Viggo pointed to the couples lining up to get a divorce and said to Shelly, "If one day we need to come here again and stand in line... You have to compensate me for the loss of my youth."

Shelly said, "... If that day comes, I will compensate you for the loss of your youth."

"Eloquence is useless. If you go back on your word in the future, I had nothing to do with you."

Viggo reached out to hold Shelly. "Let's go to the corner and record what you said. If we divorce in the future, I have a recording as evidence to make you compensate me for the loss of my youth."

"Of course, if you are afraid, we can stop moving forward."

Viggo loosened his grip on Shelly. "Think about it."

Shelly looked into his dark eyes and felt that he was very thoughtful.

"I'll satisfy your request."

Viggo stared at her for a while and said, "Okay, let's record it in the corner."

He took the lead and walked away.

Shelly followed him.

When they reached a corner, Viggo took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and asked Shelly to talk to his phone.

"I'm Shelly Dunn. Mr. ..., what's your name? I forgot." She had just heard his name, but she forgot.

Viggo's mouth twitched. Both of them were ready to register their marriage, but she still didn't know his name.

"Viggo Morgan."

Shelly remembered his name and spoke into his phone again, "I, Shelly Dunn, promise Mr. Viggo Morgan that if one day I propose a divorce, I will compensate him for the loss of his youth."

Both Viggo and Shelly approached the situation with caution. Shelly made it clear that if she were to initiate a divorce, she would only compensate Viggo for the loss of his youth. She also emphasized that any future demands from him must be within her means to prevent excessive claims.

After the recording, Shelly asked Viggo, "What other requests do you have, Mr. Morgan?"

"Not yet."

Viggo saved the recording and said, "We can go get our marriage certificate now."

They went through the marriage procedures together.

Both of them were here for the wedding, so they had brought their marriage certificates. Soon, the marriage procedures were completed.

Shelly heaved a sigh of relief when she got the two marriage certificates.

Viggo looked at it. He said with some disdain, "The wedding photo doesn't look good."

Their expressions were so stiff that they did not look like a couple.

Putting the certificate into his pocket, Viggo walked out of the County Clerk's Office.

Seeing that he was walking faster and faster as if he wanted to get rid of her, Shelly quickly caught up with him and grabbed him.

"Mr. Morgan."

"Is there anything else?"

Shelly's mouth twitched. They were now legally married. His cold attitude made Shelly a little... not knowing how to describe it.

"My grandfather is still in the hospital, Mr. Morgan. He knows that I'm here to go through the marriage formalities today. Can you accompany me back to see him and let him know that I'm married? He..."

He could also pass away with peace of mind.

Before Shelly could finish her sentence, her throat seemed to be blocked. As she said it, she wanted to cry.

Viggo looked at her for a long time and finally agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan."

Viggo pursed his lips and said, "Don't thank me yet. Your grandfather must have met your fiancé before. Aren't you afraid that your grandfather will die of anger if you take me back to see him?"

If he found out that someone else had replaced his grandson-in-law, he might be infuriated to the point of dying.

With a tinge of sadness, Shelly expressed, "Due to my grandfather's illness, his eyesight has significantly deteriorated. Your height and physique resemble that of my ex-boyfriend. If only your voice wasn't so distant and aloof, my grandfather might have been able to recognize you."

If it weren't for her grandfather's blindness, she wouldn't have dared to get married to a strange man.

Viggo stopped talking.

Shelly's car, a red BYD, was parked not far from the entrance of the County Clerk's Office.

She unlocked the car lock, opened the back door, and put the bouquet that Viggo had just given her into the car.

Seeing this, Viggo was silent for a moment and then said, "Throw it away."

"Throw it away?"

"I had planned to give these flowers to my fiancée, but she fled from our wedding, thinking I had no job. Anger welled up inside me when I saw this bouquet. Now that we're together, I must learn to let go of the past."

He didn't like Penny White. It was just that Sir White had saved his grandfather before, and the relationship between the two families was getting better and better. Later, his grandmother verbally arranged a marriage for him.

He had hated Penny since he was a child. Similarly, because he was ruthless, Penny did not like him.

They hated each other, but his grandmother's promise forced him to marry Penny.

After he reluctantly agreed to compromise, Penny treated him with disdain, as if he were a mere clown. They had set a specific time to complete the marriage registration, but she betrayed him by informing the media and then fleeing, causing him to be publicly humiliated.

Fortunately, he asked Michael Smith to help him stop the media reporters. Otherwise, if they knew that he had been abandoned by his fiancee at the gate of the County Clerk's Office, he would make the headlines and bear the ridicule of everyone in Jingex.

Hearing what he said, Shelly took out the bouquet and handed it to him.

Viggo took it, pivoted, and made his way toward the distant trash can. Without a moment's hesitation, he discarded the flowers inside, before returning to where he stood.

Shelly watched this.

She always felt that there was a terrifying majesty in his every move.

Viggo returned to her, "Let's go."

He sat in the passenger seat.

After Shelly got in the car, he asked her, "Where do you live?"

"Celebrial Apartments on the South Street of the East District. It is not far from the hospital and close to my factory."

Her factory was located in the Prime Industrial Zone of the East.

"How big is that apartment?"

"Two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom, and one balcony."

Viggo grunted, "Once I visit your grandfather at the hospital, I need to head back and terminate my lease to move in with you, coincidentally my next month's rent is still pending. Marrying you saves me quite a bit of money."

Shelly smiled, "Sure, cancel your rental and come live with me. Once you're settled in, if you decide to work, I'll arrange a position for you at my factory and ensure you receive a salary. I won't let you work for nothing."

Viggo blinked his black eyes. "Before we got our marriage certificate, I told you that I haven't been working for long and that I don't want to enter your factory. Didn't you say that I am in charge of domestic affairs and you take charge of money?"

Shelly said, "Alright."

She thought that he said that on purpose to scare her away.

She didn't expect him to be willing to be a househusband.