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

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Grandpa Ji looked at his grandson, who sat there silently like a statue, his brows furrowed, and guessed what he was plotting.

"Ling Feng, have you gone senile? Don't forget you've already registered your marriage with Chengcheng."

"Sleeping in separate rooms from your wife? What kind of nonsense is this? You're sleeping in the master bedroom tonight!"

Ji Lingfeng's lips opened silently, but he didn't respond; his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Grandpa Ji's eyes widened:

"What, you brat? You're not going to sleep with your wife? You want to squeeze into the same bed with this old man like me?"

Ji Lingfeng hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"Grandpa, you were the one who arranged my marriage with Ye Cheng. We're like strangers, we have no feelings for each other at all, so how can we sleep in the same bed?"

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Ji puffed out his cheeks and widened his eyes even further.

"You brat, I didn't know your grandma before we got married, but our relationship is so good after marriage. Relationships can be broken down!"

Grandpa Ji has a lot of fallacies.

Ji Lingfeng said helplessly, "Grandpa, what era are we living in now? How can you still hold onto those outdated ideas from decades ago..."

"What do you mean by decades ago or decades later!"

Grandpa Ji interrupted his grandson impatiently:

"It's no use talking to me without trying. Results are all learned through practice. I've been there, so how will you know if you don't try?"

“You can’t just grab any woman.” Ji Lingfeng smirked.

That woman seems to have had quite a few boyfriends.

Although he didn't understand women very well, he didn't believe that good women would be so hard to marry.

Thinking back to what happened on the toilet last night, where she staged a self-inflicted injury in the bathroom completely naked, any man with weak willpower would have already been taken advantage of.

This woman might be a seasoned and highly skilled womanizer.

This was hard for him to accept, given that he was a complete novice in relationships and also had a bit of emotional fastidiousness.

"What do you mean, just grab any woman?"

Grandpa Ji glared and bristled when he heard this.

"If he's so casual, why don't I see Grandpa bringing back women every few days and asking you to marry them? Let me tell you, the only woman I recognize now is Chengcheng as my granddaughter-in-law!"

Ji Lingfeng reached out and rubbed his sore temples.

headache.

No matter how difficult the company's problems are, they are not as difficult to deal with as the old man at home.

Grandpa Ji suddenly remembered something and stared at his grandson with a suspicious look:

"You brat, you don't mean to be disgusted by Chengcheng's past engagement being broken off, do you?!"

Ji Lingfeng pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

Grandpa Ji stood up straight:

"The men of our Ji family are not like those petty people. They broke off the engagement because they were blind and didn't know their own worth!"

"Chengcheng is your grandfather's savior. How could a kind-hearted girl like her have bad character? Meeting Chengcheng is your good fortune!"

Ji Lingfeng remained silent.

Grandpa Ji was so angry that he was puffing out white smoke from his nose. He rolled his eyes and continued to ask:

"So, is it because you think Chengcheng is older than you?"

There's an old saying that goes, "A woman three years older than you is like a golden brick." This isn't just something your grandfather made up; it's a conclusion drawn from the experiences of our ancestors. Look, your grandmother is also three years older than me. If your grandmother were still alive, she would definitely still be the apple of my eye!

Grandpa Ji was both angry and anxious, and he went on and on, trying to teach his grandson a lot of well-intentioned but ultimately futile efforts.

This grandson doesn't need him to worry about anything, except for this one thing—he's hopeless.

It's not necessarily a good thing for a grown man to remain celibate for so many years; at his age, his sons are already running around everywhere.

Ji Lingfeng raised his eyes and said seriously:

"Grandpa, I have no objection to his age. As for whether he is a good person or not, time will tell. I will make my own judgment."

Grandpa Ji said irritably, "Grandpa has eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, so I can't judge people wrong!"

"Grandpa, I promise you that getting a marriage certificate and sleeping together are two different things, I..."

Ji Lingfeng wanted to persist, but was interrupted by his grandfather.

"What? You only have one choice tonight: go sleep in the master bedroom. I'll be checking up on you anytime tonight! If you dare to sneak out and sleep on the sofa, I'm not taking my blood pressure medication starting tomorrow. I'll be so angry that my blood vessels will burst. Once I kick the bucket, no one will care about you anymore!"

Grandpa Ji then pulled out his trump card.

That's shameless!

I have no choice but to resort to shamelessness.

If he tries to reason with his grandson, he'll probably die before he even finds a wife!

Not to mention holding a great-grandchild!

Ji Lingfeng knew his grandfather's temperament, so he reluctantly shut his mouth.

The old man is already seventy-eight years old and has high blood pressure; he's not someone to mess with.

……

Under Grandpa Ji's supervision, Ji Lingfeng reached out and knocked on the master bedroom door.

Ye Cheng had just finished showering and was drying her hair.

She opened the door and saw Ji Lingfeng standing there expressionless, his lips tightly pressed together, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

After a long pause, he managed to utter a few words: "I'll come in and sleep."

Cold, with a very low voice.

Through Ji Lingfeng's shoulder, Ye Cheng seemed to catch a glimpse of Grandpa Ji's spying figure.

She understood instantly.

Grandpa Ji was of course unaware that the two of them had a private agreement to sleep in separate rooms.

It was time to go to bed, so Ji Lingfeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and go into the master bedroom.

At this point, it is clear that everyone needs to cooperate.

Ye Cheng naturally turned to the side, letting Ji Lingfeng into the room.

Ji Lingfeng closed the door behind him.

"I'll go back to sleep over there after Grandpa goes back."

The man's face was dark and he didn't look at her; his tone was icy cold.

After saying that, he went straight to the wardrobe, opened the door, took out a quilt, and spread it directly on the floor.

"You're going to sleep on the floor?"

Ye Cheng was slightly taken aback.

The master bedroom has a 1.8-meter-wide bed, which is spacious enough for two people to each sleep on half of it. It's even more spacious than the sofa she used to sleep on at home.

We all keep to ourselves, no problem at all.

They're both adults, and she doesn't care, so what is he afraid of?

Besides, he's a man who's not interested in women.

"Didn't we agree when we got our marriage certificate that we would sleep in separate rooms? Since Grandpa is here, we'll all sleep in separate beds."

Ji Lingfeng responded coldly, a hint of chill flashing in his deep eyes.

This woman, as if she had just gotten the hint that Grandpa wanted, was eager to throw herself into his arms.

Ye Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Then how about this, I'll sleep on the floor and you sleep on the bed. I sleep well and I'm not picky about beds."

As she spoke, she quickly switched her own blanket with his.

When I was a child, my family rented a small house. There were two rooms, one for my parents and the other for my younger brother, Ye Sheng.

From the time she was old enough to understand, the narrow sofa was her bed.

With just a pillow and a blanket, she had long since mastered the skill of sleeping anywhere and in any bed.

He slept for more than ten years.

It wasn't until Ye's father died unexpectedly and received a compensation payment that the family was able to buy a second-hand house.

After living there for only a few years, the house became her younger brother's wedding home, leaving her with nowhere to stay.

Ji Lingfeng glanced sideways and said indifferently, "Our Ji family's upbringing means we wouldn't let a woman sleep on the floor."

He looked at Ye Cheng coldly, a sneer creeping onto his face.

She openly insisted on sleeping on the floor, but secretly wanted to get into his bed.

Playing hard to get is a tactic that many women are good at, isn't it?