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

After regaining her footing, under the dim streetlights, Ye Cheng finally recognized him as Cheng Yuan, that freak among scumbags.

He hadn't gone far at all.

"Cheng Yuan, what are you doing?"

Ye Cheng forcefully shook off Cheng Yuan's hand.

Cheng Yuan's face was grim, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Ye Cheng, how long are you going to take your revenge? Do you feel good about taking revenge on me? If we had gotten our marriage certificate that day, none of this would have happened!"

Ye Cheng sighed.

How can there still be such a stubborn and inflexible man in the world?

"Please ask Cheng's mother to take you to see a psychiatrist."

She said it in a calm tone.

Just as she was about to leave, Cheng Yuan reached out and stopped her.

"Ye Cheng, think it over again. I'll wait for you."

"Screw you!"

Ye Cheng was at her wit's end. She was already in a bad mood, and this Corgi guy was only making things worse.

Enraged, Cheng Yuan used his strength to pin her against the wall and was about to bite her.

"Cheng Yuan, are you crazy?!"

Ye Cheng struggled desperately.

However, the man was very strong, and she couldn't break free from his grip on her shoulders. His hot breath sprayed onto her face.

Ye Cheng felt nauseous. In desperation, she remembered a self-defense technique, gritted her teeth, bent her knee, and thrust it hard into the man's groin.

"what--"

Cheng Yuan was kicked in a vital spot. He released his grip, arched his back, and clutched his genitals, howling in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

Ye Cheng calmly straightened her wrinkled clothes and said solemnly, "Cheng Yuan, we're over. We're not even in debt anymore. Wake up."

Cheng Yuan's face was contorted in pain, unable to speak.

……

Back to Jingtai Garden.

Ye Cheng packed up her stall and was about to go downstairs when her phone rang.

It was Ji Lingfeng calling, which surprised her a little.

"Where are you? Didn't you set up your stall today?" The man's voice was still deep, husky, and magnetic.

"how do you know?"

Ye Cheng was somewhat surprised.

Didn't he fly to Europe? How does he even know she didn't set up her stall?

Ji Lingfeng paused for a moment, then casually said, "It's my friend Jin Dayu. He said he wanted to eat stinky tofu at your stall, but he didn't see you set up your stall."

In fact, he didn't let Kim Dae-woo accompany him on this trip to Europe.

Since he was away on a business trip for more than ten days, he was still a little worried, so he asked Kim Dayu to stay behind and help him with anything.

"Oh," Ye Cheng responded softly, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, is there a time difference where you are?"

She did some quick calculations and then opened her mouth in surprise: "It's four in the morning where you are? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Ji Lingfeng stammered as he answered, "Yes, I... have jet lag and can't sleep."

Kim Dae-woo sent him a message in the middle of the night to report on the situation.

He heard his phone vibrate and saw the message, and he became worried about her.

The woman was so eager to make money, and he was worried something might have happened if she didn't show up at the night market on time, so he immediately called to inquire.

"Did anything happen today?"

Ji Lingfeng asked tentatively.

Ye Cheng chuckled hesitantly, "It's nothing. I was looking at documents at the company, so I just got off work a little late."

She didn't want to talk too much about the troubles her family had.

After all, we weren't the kind of couple who could talk about anything.

"Okay, that's all. I need to set up my stall now. You should go to sleep."

Ye Cheng said goodnight and hung up the phone.

Ji Lingfeng frowned, sensing that Ye Cheng was hiding something from him.

Since that day, the woman has been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him, unlike her usual carefree self who would joke around and tease him.

He put down his phone, lay back down on the bed, and felt unbearably depressed.

……

In the days that followed, Ye Cheng focused on writing project proposals at the company during the day, and set up her stall early in the evening to earn extra money after get off work.

Despite being busy, whenever I return to my empty home, I feel a chill and loneliness, and my mind is filled with images of Ji Lingfeng.

Although they each had their own room, she felt a little uncomfortable without the man's presence.

Meanwhile, Ji Lingfeng, far away on the other side of the strait, was already losing his composure.

I haven't seen the woman make a single phone call or send a single message for several days.

Doesn't she miss him at all?

Ji Lingfeng, his face grim, angrily dialed Jin Dayu's number.

At this moment, Kim Dae-woo was watching a movie with Hua Zhixin at the cinema.

The two people are sitting in the couple's seats.

Every now and then, Kim Dae-woo would take out his phone to check it, while Hua Zhi-xin, sitting next to him, kept her eyes glued to the screen, her hand wandering restlessly over her boyfriend's body.

"Dabao, why are you always looking at your phone?"

Hua Zhixin was somewhat dissatisfied.

Kim Dae-woo casually replied, "I'm afraid the boss will come looking for me."

To ensure he could date Hua Zhixin without worry, he even arranged for someone to keep an eye on the young mistress's stall.

"Your boss is really troublesome."

Kim Daewoo was distracted when his phone suddenly vibrated, startling him.

This time, it really was the CEO who sought him out.

Kim Dae-woo quickly got up and walked out of the screening room.

"What has the young mistress been doing these past few days?"

When the call was connected, Ji Lingfeng's voice was cold and hard, and his tone was clearly displeased.

Jin Dayu composed himself and answered cautiously, "Mr. Ji, the young mistress sets up her stall promptly at 6:30 or 7:00 every evening and goes home around 11:00. There are no particularly unusual circumstances."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "By the way, one day it rained, and the young mistress still set up her stall as usual. Business was slow that day because there were few customers. In order to let the young mistress close up shop earlier, I went to her stall myself to pack up the food, making an excuse that I had many relatives who all loved to eat stinky tofu. The young mistress never suspected anything."

Kim Dae-woo spoke with a hint of smugness on his face.

Ji Lingfeng probed again, "Did she say anything?"

"Yes, the young mistress is very talkative. She kept talking to me about how to make stinky tofu and the recipe for the essential sauce..."

"Didn't you say anything else?"

Ji Lingfeng interrupted him impatiently.

Kim Dae-woo thought for a moment and then immediately replied, "Yes!"

"What did you say?"

Ji Lingfeng was somewhat impatient, pricking up his ears to wait for what would follow.

"The young mistress said that the city management officers came by that day, but luckily she had sharp eyes and drove the tricycle into the alley in time, and it was a close call..."

"okay!"

The CEO interrupted him coldly once again.

Kim Dae-woo was so frightened that he immediately fell silent, covering the phone microphone with his hand, not daring to utter a sound.

"Did she...never mention me?"

The arrogant and domineering CEO finally managed to blurt out the question he wanted to ask.

Kim Daewoo blinked.

understood.

The CEO wanted to know if the young mistress missed him.

Oh no, it seems the young mistress really hasn't mentioned him!

Kim Daewoo's legs trembled.

If I tell you the truth, will the CEO take his anger out on him because he's petty?

At this point, telling a white lie is not unacceptable.

"Have!"

Kim Dae-woo first gave his affirmation unequivocally.

Give yourself a few seconds to process the lie and come up with a suitable one.

He cleared his throat and said tactfully, "Mr. Ji, the young mistress said she's not used to you being away on business for the past few days."

On the other end of the phone, Ji Lingfeng's lips were already curving into a wide smile.