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

Kim Dae-woo continued operating the screen, casually remarking, "It's just dealing with the boss's family matters."

He and Hua Zhixin are currently on a date at a coffee shop.

"Why doesn't your boss marry you?" Hua Zhixin teased.

Kim Dae-woo grinned: "Is it because I can't have children?"

Hua Zhixin said reproachfully, "Heh, looking at your infatuated and silly face, I'm starting to wonder if you've fallen for your CEO."

"I've been by President Ji's side for five years, practically inseparable from him. President Ji is indeed a rare good man and a good husband."

Jin Dayu raised an eyebrow at this point, "Xin Xin, speaking of which, I'm just like my CEO."

"Tsk tsk, you stinky brat, I think you're just trying to praise yourself." Hua Zhixin chuckled and reached out to give him a light pinch on the cheek.

Kim Daewoo touched his cheek, which his girlfriend had pinched, and chuckled to himself, while his other hand was also busy.

After transferring more than ten accounts in a flurry, things finally calmed down.

Hua Zhixin took a sip of coffee, her curiosity growing.

"Da Bao, I see you scanned at least a dozen QR codes in one go, why are you transferring money to so many people?"

Jin Dayu suddenly had a brain fart, picked up his coffee and asked with a smile, "Xin Xin, haven't you ever read a novel where the domineering CEO cuts in line to grab the toilet for his wife?"

"I've never seen a plot like this before. It sounds quite interesting. Which novel is it from?"

Hua Zhixin rested her chin on her hand and asked with great interest.

“It’s just—” my boss.

Kim Daewoo's words came to an abrupt halt, and he almost choked on the mouthful of coffee in his throat.

Oh no, I slipped up again!

Hua Zhixin blinked her big eyes, looking like a bystander: "It's not your domineering CEO, is it? So you're scanning the code to pay the queue-jumping fee for him? Hahaha, I didn't expect your domineering CEO to be so doting on his wife."

Kim Daewoo: "..."

I suddenly had an urge to slap myself twice.

Why am I being so absent-minded again? If my girlfriend and the young mistress talk about this, it'll be like I've given myself away without being asked.

He forced himself to speak and made up a story: "What are you thinking about? The boss's house is having a big cleaning today, and I'm just giving the workers tips. The 'cutting in line' thing is a plot from a novel I read. I just suddenly remembered it and found it quite interesting, but I've forgotten the title, hehe."

Hua Zhixin pouted and joked, "I thought you had to worry about your boss's pooping problems."

Kim Daewoo twitched the corner of his mouth.

Right now, he's worried about his boss's poop.

"Xin Xin, what do you want to eat today?"

Kim Dae-woo smiled broadly, trying to change the subject, but inwardly he was still uneasy and grumbling to himself.

My girlfriend has a much richer imagination than most people, so it seems like it was only a matter of time before she slipped up.

Hua Zhixin thought for a moment and replied, "Let's eat pizza. I want to eat at the Italian restaurant on Tianxing Road. Oh, by the way, my good friend twisted her ankle. I want to go see her later. She lives in Jingtai Garden. Why don't you come with me? We haven't had a chance to meet yet."

Kim Daewoo's eyelids twitched.

Who says we haven't had a chance to meet yet? I've known your good friend for a long time, and I've even eaten the stinky tofu she made herself.

His mind raced as he tried to come up with an excuse to decline.

At that moment, Hua Zhixin's phone screen lit up on the table.

A local news item popped up.

Hua Zhixin glanced at it out of habit and was immediately stunned.

He unconsciously read it aloud:

"A woman was suffering from severe stomach pain on the highway and was unable to walk."

My handsome, rich, and successful husband spent a fortune to cut in line for the toilet.

???

Isn't this the plot of the novel that Kim Dae-woo just mentioned?

For some reason, I thought of Ye Cheng, who was on the highway, and the text message she had just replied to.

An upset stomach...

Hua Zhixin raised her head, looking at Jin Dayu across from her with a belly full of doubt.

As Kim Dae-woo listened to the news headline that his girlfriend was uttering word by word, veins throbbed on his forehead and cold sweat nearly broke out.

Hua Zhixin shoved her phone screen right in front of Jin Dayu.

"Heh, Da Bao, look at the plot of your novel, it's even in the news."

Kim Daewoo twitched the corner of his mouth, then slammed his phone down on the table, his expression turning serious.

"Xin Xin, there's something I've always wanted to tell you."

As he was speaking, he received another message from the president, which essentially said that he had been secretly photographed outside the restroom in the service area, and just in case, he should notify the public relations department immediately.

Jin Dayu immediately stood up: "Xin Xin, wait a moment, I'm going out to make a call, there's something urgent that needs to be dealt with right away."

……

Highway service area.

After having diarrhea, Ye Cheng, feeling refreshed and light, was carried out of the bathroom by Ji Lingfeng, her forehead still damp with sweat.

Outside, where queues had re-formed, there were many gossipy and envious glances.

In full view of everyone, she was being carried in and out of the toilet by a handsome guy. She was in so much pain while using the toilet that she was fearless, but now she was so embarrassed that she was picking her toes.

She just wanted to poop quietly and happily.

"Can you walk faster?" Ye Cheng urged in a low voice, her ears turning red.

Try to bury your head in the man's arms.

"How touching! Her husband carries her around, and she doesn't even have to get down to poop. This woman is so lucky!"

Someone in the group sighed.

Ye Cheng: "..."

She just twisted her ankle and can't put weight on it, okay?

"What? You can't poop on the ground? I twisted my ankle, I twisted my ankle!"

Ye Cheng couldn't hold back any longer and retorted sharply in Ji Lingfeng's arms.

An older woman chuckled dryly, "Girl, you're so lucky! Look how much this young man dotes on you, willing to pay to let you cut in line. If it were my deadbeat husband, he'd make me wet my pants!"

The older woman behind clicked her tongue and said, "I counted, there were 16 people who cut in line to poop and it cost them 8,000 yuan. What a waste!"

Ye Cheng: "..."

They were instantly speechless.

Good heavens! Eight thousand for taking a dump?!

Slowly, I recalled the few words I had heard when I was almost fainting from holding my breath.

"You...you really paid eight thousand to cut in line?" she asked in a trembling voice.

His face showed a look of astonishment, as if to say, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Honey, you've already said you've reached your limit, can you really hold out until there are 16 people left?"

Ji Lingfeng's thin lips curved into a smile, and he casually asked a question before carrying her to the parking lot.

"If cutting in line costs eight thousand, then I'm—"

Even if it kills me, I'll hold it in.

Ye Cheng angrily said halfway through her sentence, but suddenly choked up.

Just thinking about the excruciating feeling she had just experienced made her clutch her chest and shudder involuntarily.

A single bowl of poop worth eight thousand yuan is almost equivalent to her monthly salary. What makes her so deserving?!

The woman, heartbroken, lay in the man's arms, staring blankly at his flawless face, lost in thought.

……

Jingtai Garden underground parking lot.

Ji Lingfeng got out of the car, moved to the passenger side, and reached out to hug Ye Cheng again.

Ye Cheng was still lost in thought when she paused and hurriedly stopped herself: "I can jump back myself on this short distance. If I keep carrying you, people will really think I'm crippled."

After saying that, she stretched out her left foot and stood up on one leg.

Ji Lingfeng had no choice but to follow behind her.

They hadn't taken two steps before both of them stopped.

The door of a white Porsche across the street opened, and Zhou Meng'er appeared in front of them in a white dress.