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

A top-tier luxury club in Shenzhen, featuring VVVIP rooms.

In the lavish private room, under the dim lighting, Zhou Weitian reclined on a luxurious imported sofa, lazily smoking a cigar, his long legs propped up on the dark green marble table. He was still dressed in a bespoke designer outfit that exuded wealth from head to toe.

There were two other rich kids in the private room: Fang Ce from the Fang family and Zhang Songyang from the Zhang Group. All three were playboys in Shenzhen's high society.

"Young Master Zhou, your new favorite has been sent for repairs, hasn't it? Whose kid is so unlucky, hahaha!"

Fang Ce spoke, taking a small sip of his wine.

Several bottles of expensive red wine and fine foreign liquor were placed in front of him.

Sitting next to him, Zhang Songyang grinned and said, "He doesn't even have eyes when he rear-ends someone. He'll be bankrupt from all the damages!"

Zhou Weitian narrowed his eyes and curled his lips in disdain.

The rear-end collision that day turned out to be an unexpected surprise for him.

The CEO of the Ji Group was forced to marry a commoner woman.

The old master of the Ji family gave him a very generous gift.

He was already tired of the glitz and glamour of nightlife, but he stumbled upon an interesting source of amusement.

"Guess whose car it was that hit me?"

Zhou Weitian slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Zhang Songyang swirled the wine in his glass and burst into exaggerated laughter: "Young Master Zhou, what are you joking about? Do you think we know the owner of a BYD?"

Fang Ce moved closer to Zhou Weitian, raising an eyebrow and grinning maliciously.

"Could it be that Young Master Zhou was scammed by some beautiful lady?"

Zhou Weitian didn't answer. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, picked up his phone from the table, swiped the screen, stopped at a certain position, and took another deep drag of his cigarette.

[A foodie who rides the orange wave]

He squinted at the WeChat name and chuckled.

"Ji Lingfeng".

The two rich kids opposite Zhou Weitian were stunned when they heard the three words he slowly uttered.

"That car belongs to Young Master Ji, Young Master Zhou, you're not kidding, are you?"

Fang Ce and Zhang Songyang looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Zhou Weitian sneered.

"Let me tell you something interesting, but this is just something to keep circulating within our little circle..."

After hearing Zhou Weitian's words, the two rich kids' eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"What! Young Master Ji is secretly married, and his wife is only in name!"

Zhang Songyang clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"I never thought Young Master Ji would have this day. It sounds like a fairy tale! Haha, Old Master Ji forced Young Master Ji to marry an ordinary woman from the street. Does the old man have Parkinson's disease? Tsk tsk, how degrading!"

Fang Ce sighed somewhat.

Zhou Weitian sneered, "Since Ji Lingfeng took the position of president of Ji's Group, he has been arrogant all day long. It seems that only his old man can keep him in check. Look at him, he obediently married the wife that his old man found for him, and he doesn't even dare to utter a sound."

"Young Master Ji seems to be away from Shenzhen lately."

Fang Ce stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"How about we call your wife over to play with us?"

Zhou Weitian pressed his tongue against his lower jaw and smiled maliciously.

He was thrilled just thinking about such a great opportunity.

Zhang Songyang and Fang Ce exchanged a glance.

Fang Ce chuckled awkwardly, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate, Young Master Zhou? A wife in name is still a wife. It won't be fun if she offends Young Master Ji."

Zhang Songyang echoed in agreement.

After all, nobody wants to cause trouble for themselves.

"You're all just a bunch of cowardly blabbermouths!"

Zhou Weitian glared at the two of them, then tilted his head back and downed a glass of foreign liquor.

The pungent alcohol entered his mouth, slid down his throat, and instantly ignited a fire in his throat.

"That kid got married in a flash to please his old man. He doesn't even dare to reveal his true identity. Does he think that nominal wife will ever become the official wife? Once the old man closes his eyes and kicks the bucket, hmph, I guarantee he'll kick her out the very next day!"

Zhou Weitian twitched the corners of his mouth, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Bring that woman over to pour us some drinks and liven things up. What can that guy surnamed Ji do? He'll just turn a blind eye and dare not speak out!"

The man's eyes were filled with sparks of jealousy.

The two rich kids knew that Zhou Weitian had always harbored some resentment towards Ji Lingfeng.

The Zhou and Ji families are old friends, and Zhou Weitian and Ji Lingfeng are childhood friends who grew up together. Zhou Weitian is inferior to Ji Lingfeng in every way, and even the wealthy heiress he likes prefers Ji Lingfeng.

They were all men, and they understood what Zhou Weitian meant.

He just wanted to make fun of the nominal wife and humiliate Ji Lingfeng.

If it were a proper marriage, he probably wouldn't have had the guts.

"Young Master Zhou, you're in charge of this matter. You have the final say."

Fang Ce glanced at Zhang Songyang without making a sound.

After all, people who love a good show never mind a big mess.

……

Fuxing Road Night Market.

Ye Cheng was busy with her business when her phone started buzzing.

She finished what she was doing and picked up her phone to check.

It turned out to be a WeChat call from someone whose contact name was "Young Master Zhou".

My heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Just then, the phone rang again.

When the call connected, it was indeed Zhou Weitian's voice.

"Sister-in-law, it's been a long time. Are you free now? I'd like to meet up with you."

Zhou Weitian got straight to the point.

Ye Cheng was a little puzzled, but still answered politely, "Young Master Zhou, how about another day? My husband is away on a business trip and isn't home."

Zhou Weitian chuckled twice and said bluntly, "Sister-in-law, the person I invited is you."

Ye Cheng was taken aback: "Young Master Zhou, this doesn't seem very convenient."

Zhou Weitian looked like an arrogant playboy, and the words he used on the day of the car accident were quite offensive. She had a feeling that this guy was definitely not a serious person.

Just then, Zhou Weitian sent over a photo.

Ye Cheng took a closer look, and her heart skipped a beat.

These are the liability determination report and repair bill from that day's car accident.

The numbers on the bill were shocking.

She held her breath and counted, then gasped.

380 million! As expected, an exorbitant repair fee!

"Sister-in-law, did you see the photos I sent?"

Zhou Weitian's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"I see, Young Master Zhou..."

Ye Cheng tried her best to keep her voice calm, and her palms, which were gripping the phone, were already covered in cold sweat.

What does Zhou Weitian mean by this?

Was his verbal promise not to pursue the matter just a lip service?

Ye Cheng was lost in thought when Zhou Weitian spoke again.

"Sister-in-law, I'd like to talk to you about the repair costs."

Upon hearing this, Ye Cheng panicked and began to ramble incoherently.

"Young Master Zhou, that...the repair fee that day...wasn't it supposed to be..."

Zhou Weitian interrupted her abruptly: "The repair costs and the liability determination letter are all here with me. If you come over now, I can tear them up in front of you myself."

After a pause, Zhou Weitian laughed again on the phone.

"Sister-in-law, I'm just trying to put your mind at ease. You're my childhood friend's wife, would I eat you up? Room 888, Shenzhen Rich Club, I'll be waiting for you, don't be late."

Zhou Weitian hung up the phone after speaking.

Ye Cheng stared blankly at her phone.

The repair cost is a staggering 380 million yuan. If Zhou Weitian goes back on his word and demands compensation, it seems quite reasonable.

What exactly is that man up to?

"Boss, two servings of stinky tofu."

She didn't come to her senses until someone called her name.