Marriage of convenience blossoms into love; the husband turns out to be a billionaire CEO.

The man, clearly annoyed, roared and then kicked the front of the BYD car hard.

Ye Cheng glared at Ye Sheng helplessly.

"Now look what's happened, it seems I'll have to sell my house to pay for my car!"

A car worth over 20 million yuan would likely incur repair costs of several million yuan.

Ye Sheng looked miserable and stammered, "Sister, we can't sell the house! If we sell the house, I—"

Selling a house is equivalent to not being able to get married.

Without a house, Zhao Ruoqing would never marry him.

No house, no wife, everything is over!

Ye Cheng retorted irritably, "If not selling the house, what are we selling? Kidneys? Do you even have a dozen kidneys?!"

Ye Sheng choked, then angrily grabbed his hair.

He's now filled with regret. If he had returned that lousy car sooner, he wouldn't be in this mess today.

Ye Shengfei kicked out, venting his anger on his brother-in-law's car, and BYD got kicked again.

After the traffic police arrived, they issued a liability determination certificate within a few minutes.

As expected, Ye Sheng was driving and talking on the phone, resulting in two points being deducted from his license and him being fully responsible.

"Sir, it was our fault for hitting your car. Don't worry, we'll pay whatever it takes, even if it means selling our house."

Ye Cheng greeted the car owner with a broad smile.

"Sell the house and lose money? How much is a house worth if you drive a beat-up BYD?"

The man in the designer clothes laughed heartily, looking up at the sky, and sneered:

"I've only had this poison for three months, and its value has been increasing every minute since it hit the ground. Its current price is incalculable; even money can't guarantee you'll be able to buy it, understand?"

"You lowly commoners, tsk tsk, do you even know how to spell 'lowly'? Just looking at your poor, pathetic appearance makes me angry. Do you know who I am? You've heard of Zhou Hao Group, right? I'm Zhou Weitian, the eldest son of the Zhou family. It's ridiculous to stand with poor bastards like you today, it's an insult to me!"

The man pointed his finger at his nose and launched into a tirade of insults, venting his anger.

Hearing such offensive words, Ye Cheng finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Sir, could you please stop using such offensive language? It's fine if you're rich, but what good is it if you're still just like us poor people? We're born with a bed and die with a box. What's there to brag about!"

"you……"

Zhou Wei was so angry that his face turned black and red, and he roared with bared teeth.

"You poor, wretched woman, you dare to challenge me? This time, if I don't make you lose everything, I, Zhou Weitian, am not Zhou!"

Seeing the man's determined look, Ye Cheng felt a little scared.

The old, dilapidated house of the Ye family is worth at most a little over a million yuan. They might even be in debt after losing all the money.

Don't even talk about saving money to buy a house; you'll be working for him to earn money by setting up a stall in the future.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. These rich kids are already arrogant and domineering because of their wealth, and they're already fuming. Let them rant and rave. If you anger them, you'll not only have to pay exorbitant repair costs, but you might also have to pay for their anger.

At this point, what the hell is dignity worth?

Regardless, let them vent their anger first.

If you vent your anger and feel good, you might even be able to negotiate the price.

Thinking of this, Ye Cheng lowered her stance and changed her expression.

"Hehe, it's Young Master Zhou! My apologies for not being more respectful. Please take your time and calm down!"

Zhou Weitian confidently operated his phone, immediately becoming smug and lively.

"Hmph, you're quite sensible, knowing you can't afford to mess with us now. Women like you from the slums should just obediently be lapdogs, otherwise you'll only ever be poor!"

The man muttered a complaint under his breath, then promptly posted it on his WeChat Moments.

I didn't check the almanac before going out today, and my wife, whom I've only had for three months, got her butt kissed by a beat-up car.

The accompanying picture shows the scene of the collision between his car and a BYD.

Kim Dae-woo saw it within two minutes of it being posted.

The photo showed the Zhou family's eldest son's limited-edition sports car, as well as the "broken car" he mentioned that had rear-ended him. The next second, the license plate number struck his eyes—wasn't that the BYD he had personally bought for the president?

Kim Daewoo rubbed his eyes to make sure it was real, and then spotted what looked like half of the young mistress's figure in the corner of the photo.

It seems like we're in trouble.

He picked up his phone and went straight to the CEO's office.

Ye Cheng hung her head and listened humbly to Zhou Weitian's swearing. When Ji Lingfeng called, she quickly went to the side to answer the phone.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

The man's first words after the call connected.

Ye Cheng was surprised and asked guiltily, "What...is it?"

Did you hit someone's car?

How did he find out so quickly!

Ye Cheng was even more surprised. After a pause, she forced herself to say, "Yes, my brother crashed into the back of someone else's car while driving your car."

Did you call the traffic police?

Ye Cheng answered weakly, "It was reported. Ye Sheng was fully responsible. The worst part is that he didn't just hit an ordinary car; he hit some rich kid's... poison. By the way, how did you know?"

Ji Lingfeng pinched the bridge of his nose and casually said, "Have you forgotten about my rich second-generation friend? He even posted it on his WeChat Moments. How could I not know that my car crashed into someone else's car?"

There is only one Lamborghini Veneno in the entire city, and the owner is Zhou Weitian, the son of Zhou Hao Group.

Ye Sheng managing to crash into someone's car is like winning the lottery.

"You mean my brother just happened to hit your friend's car? The rich kid who helped you get into Huifeng?"

Ye Cheng stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Ji Lingfeng replied dismissively, "He doesn't have that much influence. He just provided some information. I got into Huifeng through my own abilities."

"How do you know... this rich second-generation?"

Ye Cheng was still somewhat incredulous.

In her eyes, the rich second-generation friend that Ji Lingfeng mentioned was at most someone with tens of millions of assets. She never expected him to be the heir of Zhou Hao Group, whose casual car was worth tens of millions.

Ji Lingfeng paused for a moment and said, "My grandfather and his grandfather are from the same village, and they've known each other since they were little."

Half-truth, half-lies—men become increasingly adept at lying.

Ye Cheng suddenly realized.

She stammered, "I know your friend's car is very expensive, and as for the repair costs... my brother's house can sell for over a million, but that might not be enough. I'm thinking..."

The woman's voice sounded somewhat flustered.

She was suggesting that he try to negotiate with his friend, do him a favor, and not ask for an exorbitant compensation amount.

Otherwise, I'd really have to work for that car for the rest of my life.

"I understand. Wait for me a moment, I'll make a call and we'll talk later," Ji Lingfeng interrupted her.

Zhou Weitian, who was cursing and swearing, was quite surprised to receive a call from Ji Lingfeng.

The Zhou and Ji families have been close friends for many years and long-term business partners. Zhou Weitian and Ji Lingfeng practically grew up together.

However, the two are no longer on the same path. Ji Lingfeng is aloof and low-key, focused on his career, while Zhou Weitian is arrogant and domineering, a complete playboy. Apart from business dealings, the two basically have no contact in private anymore.

"What? You're saying she's the wife the old man found for you?"

Zhou Weitian was shocked and couldn't help but turn around to look at the woman over there.

Young Master Ji was known in their high society circles for his aversion to women. Countless heiresses and socialites wanted to get close to him, including his own sister, Zhou Meng'er. Such a man suddenly got married in a flash!

She was just an ordinary woman who seemed unremarkable.

"Ji Lingfeng, what are you up to?"

Zhou Weitian gave an incredulous sneer.

This outrageous joke amused him greatly.