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

Ye Cheng stared at the glaring plum wine in front of her, then slowly turned to look at Ji Lingfeng beside her.

Ji Lingfeng's expression remained as calm as ever, completely unaware of the sparks brewing deep within someone's eyes.

"Hehe, so your favorite is plum wine." Ye Cheng revealed a sly smile.

"Tell me just how much you love her."

She still had a smile on her face, but her teeth were itching with hatred.

Ji Lingfeng picked up the amber-colored glass, took a small sip, and narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly.

"Plum wine is very unique. It has a refreshing taste, a sweet and sour aroma, an irresistible initial taste, and an even more unforgettable aftertaste."

His voice was magnetic and deep, his lips slightly pursed, as if he were immersed in some kind of emotion, unable to extricate himself.

Ye Cheng: "..."

This big pig's trotter actually started to sigh.

Her hand holding the chopsticks unconsciously tightened a little, and she inexplicably imagined a scene of deep affection between a pair of childhood sweethearts.

Perhaps what he was drinking wasn't alcohol, but rather a sentiment.

Ye Cheng ground her back teeth, her anger rising from the soles of her feet.

If Grandpa Ji hadn't been there, she would have slapped him across the face right then and there.

"Big pig hooves!"

Ye Cheng couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Grandpa Ji: "..."

The chopsticks used to pick up food paused in mid-air.

"Chengcheng, do you want to eat pig's trotters?"

Ye Cheng was dumbfounded: "..."

Grandpa Ji put down his chopsticks without saying a word: "Grandpa will go to the backyard right now—"

Ye Cheng realized she had lost her composure and hurriedly waved her hand to stop, "Grandpa, no need, no need, that's not what I meant..."

She swallowed hard, then gave Ji Lingfeng a sheepish glare.

Ji Lingfeng knew, of course, that the term "big pig's trotter" was directed at him; he had heard it several times in the backyard earlier.

He cleared his throat without making a sound, picked up his wine glass, and silently downed the rest of the plum wine in one gulp.

"Disgusting!" Ye Cheng glanced at Ji Lingfeng with burning eyes and blurted out.

Ha! You're savoring it again? And you're even having a whole mouthful right now!!

Grandpa Ji: "..."

nausea???

The old man's eyelids twitched, completely bewildered.

"Chengcheng, is it because the food for dinner wasn't to your liking?"

Ye Cheng then realized what was happening and said awkwardly with a smile, "No, no, Grandpa, you misunderstood. I didn't mean the food was disgusting."

After racking my brains for a moment, I came up with a random excuse, "Hehe, maybe...maybe I ate too much at noon and haven't digested it yet, so I feel a little nauseous now."

"Then eat less tonight, and Grandpa will stew a big pig's trotter for you tomorrow."

Grandpa Ji smiled broadly; his granddaughter-in-law had indeed eaten quite a lot at lunch.

Ye Cheng glanced at the empty wine glass in front of Ji Lingfeng, still angry, and pushed her own glass towards him.

"You love it so much, drink this cup too."

Ji Lingfeng glanced sideways at Ye Cheng's sullen expression and realized that she seemed to be having a problem with the alcohol.

He curled his lips into a smile, pushed the glass back, and chuckled, "I think I've had enough. You can try."

Ye Cheng pushed the wine glass towards him again, her face full of tenderness: "Enough? This is your favorite, irresistible, and unforgettable."

She gritted her teeth, and quietly reached her left hand under the table, then placed it on Ji Lingfeng's thigh.

"Drink up, I'm worried you won't have enough."

Ye Cheng gave a forced smile, then tightened her grip on his thigh as if screwing in a screw.

!!!

This stinky man's leg muscles are so tight, she almost twisted his mouth out of shape.

Ji Lingfeng was suddenly in pain and almost cried out.

Grandpa Ji stared blankly at his grandson and granddaughter-in-law across from him, completely bewildered.

Ji Lingfeng quickly managed to control his expression, forcing a smile through his barely suppressed lip movements as he almost cried out.

Ye Cheng's hand was still on his thigh, a sinister smile on her face, as if she might give him another slap at any moment.

Under his wife's tyranny, he obediently picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

What else can you do during these days when women are not to be trifled with? Just bear with it and indulge them as you see fit.

Seeing Ji Lingfeng's cowardly appearance, Ye Cheng felt even more strongly that it was because the man was feeling guilty.

That fickle, liar is a liar; he deserves to suffer the consequences of his actions.

She absentmindedly picked at the food in her bowl, and the next second, she glanced up casually and saw Ji Lingfeng take a couple of bites of rice, crane his neck to look at the pot of fish soup on the table, and then reach out his hand...

A surge of anger welled up inside him, and in a flash, he slapped his outstretched hand with a chopstick.

"What are you doing? You're eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot!" Ye Cheng glared at him, gritting her teeth as she questioned him.

Ji Lingfeng: "..."

Grandpa Ji: "..."

The grandfather and grandson both had the same bewildered expression.

Ji Lingfeng withdrew his hand, somewhat amused and exasperated: "I saw you didn't have an appetite, so I just wanted to get you a bowl of fish soup..."

Today, his wife kept finding fault with him. She thought he was wrong about drinking, and even when he looked at the pot while eating, she found fault with him.

Women are so unpredictable and hard to understand.

"Chengcheng, did Lingfeng bully you?"

Grandpa Ji wore a mischievous, dry laugh.

His granddaughter-in-law finally couldn't figure it out, and the old man asked her a question, then gave his eldest grandson another glare.

Ji Lingfeng stared blankly.

Grandpa, your grandson is clearly being bullied by your granddaughter-in-law all the time.

Ye Cheng twitched her lips, put down her chopsticks, and said awkwardly, "Grandpa, well... I might have indigestion, I feel a bit bloated. You guys eat, I'll go back to my room first."

She stood up, ready to jump, when Ji Lingfeng leaned forward, wanting to help her, but she stopped him with a look.

"I can walk this short distance by myself."

Back in the bedroom, Ye Cheng lay on the bed, feeling utterly depressed.

Not long after, footsteps came from outside the door, and she quickly turned her back to the door.

Footsteps approached and stopped beside her bed. Then something was placed on the bedside table, and the footsteps resumed before leaving the bedroom.

Ye Cheng was curious and turned around to peek. There was a steaming cup of ginger and brown sugar water on the bedside table.

She bit her lip, feeling even more agitated.

I inexplicably typed a question into Zhihu: Is a man's greatest love his first love?

A few minutes later, the first answer came.

[As a man, I'll answer this: For a man, his first love is his greatest love, and a unique one.]

Ye Cheng sneered inwardly, "What a unique one."

After refreshing, several new answers appeared.

Of course, because every man has a deep-seated longing for his first love.

Are you one of those naive and innocent girls who asks such a stupid question? First love is a man's ideal woman!

Who understands that unrequited first love, that childhood sweetheart feeling? What you can't have always seems more alluring.

"You big dummy!"

Ye Cheng, cursing and swearing, couldn't stand it anymore and threw her phone onto the bed.

Am I out of my mind? Why am I looking for a masochist online?

Perhaps she was exhausted from running around all day, because the complaining woman soon started snoring.

In her dazed state, a chill ran down her ankle, accompanied by a sharp pain that jolted her awake.

"Ouch...you're trying to kill me with pain!"

Ye Cheng abruptly pulled her foot back, wincing in pain.

"You did this on purpose! You took the opportunity to get revenge on me while I was asleep!"

She glared at her, baring her teeth.

The room was dimly lit, with only a table lamp on. Ji Lingfeng was lying at her feet, holding ointment in his hand, blinking his puppy-dog eyes, his handsome face looking very innocent.