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

Zhou Weitian's facial muscles twitched twice.

"Young Master Ji, this little brat is useless and has disgraced the Zhou family! Sigh, I have nothing to say, you handle it as you see fit!"

Zhou Shilong was so disappointed in him that he didn't know where to put his old face.

Zhou Weitian stared wide-eyed in surprise, his voice growing more urgent.

Dad, didn't you come to plead for me?

Ji Lingfeng remained silent, but gave a faint look, and the burly man beside him pulled the smelly sock out of Zhou Weitian's mouth.

Zhou Weitian seemed to have been holding it in for a long time. He first let out a foul breath and then couldn't wait to shout.

"Dad, what did you just say! What do you mean, 'take care of it'? I just teased his wife who had no official status, and besides, I didn't even end up sleeping with her—"

"Snapped!"

Before Zhou Weitian could finish speaking, he received another solid slap across the face.

Zhou Shilong was furious: "You beast, you still dare to argue? That's the young mistress of the Ji family, you blind fool!"

Zhou Weitian, clutching his stinging face, was even more bewildered.

That woman who smells like stinky tofu, isn't she just an unappreciated nominal wife? How could she possibly be the young mistress of the Ji family?

Ji Lingfeng stared coldly at Zhou Weitian, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his slightly lowered eyes, and said, word by word:

“Zhou Weitian, listen to me, that woman is my wife, Ji Lingfeng’s wife, the young mistress of the Ji family.”

Zhou Weitian fell silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into a reluctant sob:

"Ji Lingfeng, would you really admit that a woman like that is the young mistress of the Ji family? Should I tell everyone that the young mistress of the Ji family is selling stinky tofu at a street stall! Hahahaha!"

Zhou Weitian grinned wildly.

Zhou Shilong was so angry he almost vomited blood.

He rushed up and slapped me twice more, until my hands went numb.

"You worthless idiot, still stubborn even when you're about to die! You should have been sent to Africa last year!"

Zhou Weitian's face was swollen from the beating, and he shouted angrily, "Dad, can't you hit me somewhere else? Don't I have any shame?!"

Zhou Shilong was so angry that he trembled all over.

"You've completely disgraced the Zhou family, and you still have any shame! Young Master Ji, this guy is useless, I'll leave it to you to decide what to do with him."

Enraged, Zhou Weitian bared his teeth and roared:

"Hey, you surnamed Ji, what are you so arrogant about! The woman the old man forced you to marry, you never intended to let her into the Ji family, did you!"

"You concealed your identity from her and didn't touch that woman, isn't it because Young Master Ji is arrogant and thinks that woman is not good enough for you? Men care about their pride, I understand that, hahaha!"

Ji Lingfeng's face was cold and stern, suppressing his anger as he spoke in a chilling tone.

"Kim Daewoo, is the plane ready?"

Kim Dayu replied, "President Ji, it's all ready."

Zhou Weitian froze for a moment, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

He cried out, "You, surnamed Ji, what are you doing?!"

Ji Lingfeng slightly raised his eyelids, his expressionless face showing, and asked again, "Jin Dayu, which country is the most chaotic right now?"

"Mr. Ji, we are currently in the Gaza Strip," Jin Dayu replied.

Ji Lingfeng nodded, then sneered, "Zhou Weitian, it's your choice whether you deliver food to Israel or Palestine."

Zhou Weitian shuddered.

I suspect I heard it wrong.

Ji Lingfeng wants to send him to a war-torn country to deliver takeout?

Living with bullets flying overhead every day is practically sending him to his death!

He's a pampered young master from a wealthy family; he probably couldn't withstand it for even a day!

Zhou Weitian, his face red and swollen like a pig's head, exclaimed in shock: "What? Sending me to that kind of hellhole is just a way to kill me!"

A cold, indifferent smile crept across Ji Lingfeng's lips.

“Zhou Weitian, didn’t you say you wanted me to thank you? This is my big gift to you.”

Zhou Shilong was heartbroken and cursed, "You brat, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn! Can't you even admit your mistake to Young Master Ji?"

Zhou Weitian panicked.

Only now do I realize how serious the situation is.

"Ji Lingfeng, Young Master Ji, I was wrong, okay? I shouldn't have touched that woman, ptooey! I shouldn't have touched the young mistress of the Ji family, it's all my fault!"

Ji Lingfeng smiled faintly.

"Zhou Weitian, the plane has been prepared for you. If you don't go, wouldn't that show a lack of sincerity?"

"Young Master Ji, please forgive me since I haven't done anything too serious yet! I promise I'll behave myself from now on and avoid Young Madam whenever I see her!"

Zhou Weitian forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, his face already deathly pale with fright, his legs trembling violently inside his trousers.

"Dad, I really don't want to go to the battlefield to deliver food! Do you want the Zhou family line to end?"

Zhou Weitian then desperately sought help from Zhou Shilong.

How could Zhou Shilong not be heartbroken? The Zhou family only had one son, and this was going to cause the Zhou family line to end. It was just that his son was a disappointment and insisted on provoking the Ji family.

He had no choice but to swallow his pride and speak up for his son.

"Young Master Ji, for my sake, let this little brat go this time. I'll send him to Africa tomorrow and forbid him from returning to the country for ten years."

"Yes, yes, I'd be willing to go to Africa and not come back for ten years!"

Zhou Weitian nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

Going to Africa now is definitely better than going to the battlefield.

At least it will save my life.

Ji Lingfeng's face was gloomy. After a long while, he said coldly, "Zhou Weitian, then you'd better stay in Africa and make sure I see you there!"

He has people in Africa, so Zhou Weitian can't possibly play tricks.

……

It was already 10 p.m. when I got back to Jingtai Garden.

Upon seeing Ji Lingfeng return home, Ye Cheng immediately asked him, "Honey, have you seen the keys to my tricycle? I've searched the whole house but can't find them."

After being unconscious for two days, she thought she had developed amnesia.

Everything is ambiguous, and now I don't even know where I lost my car keys.

Ji Lingfeng couldn't help but chuckle at Ye Cheng's bewildered expression.

What do you need your car keys for?

"I was feeling bored at home alone, so I thought I'd drive out and set up a stall for two or three hours. I'm just idling at home anyway, and setting up a stall would bring in at least a few hundred yuan. It would be a shame not to set up a stall, but I can't find the key. Have you seen it?"

Seeing Ye Cheng diligently calculating how to make money while rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for her keys, Ji Lingfeng couldn't help but ask:

"You woman, all you ever think about is making money? Don't you have any—"

Have you ever thought about your husband?

That's what he wanted to ask.

"Is there anything?"

Ye Cheng stared at him with her clear eyes.

Ji Lingfeng murmured, "Did you... leave the keys outside?"

He immediately regretted saying that.

Ye Cheng scratched his head: "That's impossible. I lock the car and take the keys home with me every day. Let me look for it again."

After searching around again, I still couldn't find anything.

I've given up. I'll just get a key made tomorrow.

Ye Cheng returned to her bedroom and took a comfortable shower. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she stopped abruptly, startled, almost thinking she had entered the wrong room.

A man, still damp from his bath, leaned against the headboard of her bed.