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

Zhao Ruoqing, who was halfway through her drink, also looked over when she heard the noise.

There was a handsome man standing in the room, who looked like a male celebrity.

She was so stunned that she forgot to drink her beverage.

Ye Sheng noticed his girlfriend's lapse in composure, coughed twice in displeasure, and retaliated by snatching the green tea from Zhao Ruoqing's hand.

"Cheng Yuan and your sister have already broken up. This new brother-in-law is called Ji... Ji something-Feng."

In no time, Lai Yulan forgot her son-in-law's name.

She wouldn't care about a poor boy.

Ye Sheng took two sips of his drink and asked:

"Brother-in-law, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ye Sheng. Where do you work?"

Ye Sheng, with his glib tongue, has little ability of his own. He always daydreams that his sister will marry a rich man so that he can benefit from it and even rise above others.

What really bothered him recently was that he had a childhood friend who couldn't even find a job and could only do odd jobs, and was not as well off as him.

Ever since his older sister married a company boss, that guy's life has turned around. He became a department manager in the company, now earning a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan and driving a car worth 300,000 yuan, making Ye Sheng extremely envious.

I hate my older sister so much. She's hopeless. Forget about marrying a big boss, she can't even marry a decent man!

Although the new brother-in-law in front of me was dressed plainly, he had an extraordinary air about him.

Ye Sheng was probably a member of the company's management team.

It would be best if we could give him a promotion.

Ji Lingfeng glanced at Ye Sheng indifferently, but before he could respond, Lai Yulan answered first:

"A high position? Ha! There's not even a hint of a low position, so how can there be a high position! I heard your brother-in-law just got laid off, and he'll be unemployed next month!"

Lai Yulan's face darkened, and her tone was sarcastic.

Maybe it's because this poor boy is unemployed that his daughter cuts her allowance in half.

If it weren't for the 50,000 yuan dowry, this guy would have been swept away by her long ago.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Ye Sheng's face instantly darkened.

There's no need to ask any further questions; how good can a man's conditions be if he can't even find a job?

What abilities do you have to help him?

I'm afraid this time my sister has found a brother-in-law who only cares about looks, and she won't even get a penny of dowry.

Seeing her son's face turn pale, Lai Yulan secretly gave him a wink, took out her bank card from her pocket, waved it, and then quietly made a hand gesture.

Ye Sheng understood immediately, and his expression softened.

"The water tank is fixed, and the toilet is usable now."

Ye Cheng fixed the toilet tank and came out of the bathroom carrying her toolbox.

Ji Lingfeng glanced at her; the woman's face was flushed, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

The people in the room looked at each other, but no one responded.

To them, Ye Cheng fixing a toilet was a trivial matter, nothing out of the ordinary.

Ye Sheng and Zhao Ruoqing didn't even bother to greet this older sister.

The atmosphere was a bit dull.

Ye Cheng silently put the toolbox back under the sofa.

Ye Sheng suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to Lai Yulan, saying:

"Mom, didn't you say our range hood needed cleaning? It's almost covered in grease. My sister's here, so I can have her clean it while we're at it."

The Ye family's range hood is the old-fashioned kind, without a cleaning function. It has to be taken apart and cleaned every two or three months, otherwise the grease inlet will get covered with a thick layer of grease, and the fumes won't be able to escape.

Ye Cheng usually does all these household chores, big and small.

If she hadn't moved out of the Ye family's house yet, she would have started washing it long ago.

Upon hearing this, Lai Yulan quickly said, "Right, right, I almost forgot. Ye Cheng, don't rush off yet. Help Mom take the range hood down and wash it."

She certainly remembered what her daughter had just said, and subconsciously glanced at Ye Sheng again, adding:

"Mom doesn't know how to take apart that machine, and she's getting old and her eyesight is failing. You're quick and efficient, so you can wash it faster."

None of the three adults in the family wanted to do it, and they actually planned to have their married daughter come back to wash it.

Ye Cheng was so angry she almost laughed.

She glanced at Ye Sheng and said, "Ye Sheng, go and help Mom wash the range hood."

Ye Sheng paused for a moment, as if he hadn't heard clearly, and asked, "What?"

Ye Cheng patiently repeated it.

She used to swallow her pride and take on all the housework, not because she was weak, but because she didn't want to cause a ruckus in the family over such trivial matters.

She'd rather expend her energy on doing things than on arguing.

But now, the Ye family still treats her like a free tool, only knowing how to take. With such selfish and indifferent family affection, she no longer needs to be polite to them.

Ye Sheng grinned:

"Sis, are you kidding me? I've never washed that thing before, how would I know how! You always used to wash it, didn't you?"

He's never even done the smallest household chores, let alone cleaned the range hood!

With a mother and an older sister at home, when will it be his turn to do it?

Ye Cheng wasn't angry, smiled, and continued:

"Ye Sheng, the past is the past. Now your sister is married. Don't forget that you are the master of this house."

It's time to learn how to do housework. Do you expect me, the older sister, to come over and fix the toilet, clean the range hood, and replace the water pipes from now on?

Ye Sheng was speechless for a moment, feeling somewhat embarrassed and angry, but unable to lash out.

He turned his face away and said to Lai Yulan in a sarcastic tone:

"Mom, look at this ungrateful child you raised! He just got married and he already treats us like outsiders!"

Lai Yulan's lips twitched slightly, and she followed her son's indignant words:

"That's why I said long ago, no matter how well a daughter is raised, she'll eventually belong to someone else's family. Ye Cheng, I gave birth to you and raised you."

Even if you're married, isn't it only natural for you to come back and do some work? You have no conscience at all!

Ye Cheng's face remained calm as she chuckled lightly:

"Mom, you're right. As a daughter, it's my duty to support the family and do chores. But as a son, is it my duty to completely ignore household expenses and chores?"

"Ye Sheng, besides, you're a grown man, about to get married. If you don't wash it, are you going to let your wife wash it in the future?"

These words made Zhao Ruoqing's face darken immediately.

Ye Sheng glanced at Zhao Ruoqing somewhat timidly.

His girlfriend of two years, Zhao Ruoqing, never helped him clear the table when he came over for dinner. How could she possibly clean that filthy range hood?

His older sister was clearly trying to make him the target of hatred.

Ye Sheng looked displeased and said in a muffled voice:

"Of course I won't let Qingqing wash it. Qingqing is my wife, and I feel sorry for her."

Zhao Ruoqing is young, beautiful, and has a great figure; he pursued her for over half a year before finally winning her over.

Besides, now that they're about to get their marriage certificate, how could he dare say a single thing that would displease his girlfriend?

Zhao Ruoqing's complexion had improved significantly, and she casually fiddled with her phone.

He looked as if he had nothing to do with it.

Ye Cheng said calmly, "You care about your wife, but not your sister? Don't forget how much your sister has taken care of you since you were little."

The scar on my head is because of you.

"However, it's not wrong for you to care about your wife. From now on, you should do everything yourself, big or small, around the house!"

Ye Sheng and Zhao Ruoqing both frowned, their expressions turning ugly.

Out of consideration for her son, Lai Yulan didn't dare offend her future daughter-in-law, so she quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Ye Cheng, if you don't want to wash it, then don't. We can just hire someone to do it. A part-time cleaner only costs twenty or thirty yuan an hour."

Ye Cheng nodded and said, "Alright, then you can have someone come to your place to wash it."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.

The mother and younger brother had long faces and cold expressions, clearly indicating that they wanted to kick them out.

Ye Cheng felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, a somewhat unpleasant feeling.

You can't win people's hearts back. She's just a tool for the Ye family, earning money to support them for years and taking on all the menial work.

One rejection negated all her efforts, turning her into the ingrate they called her.

They didn't even give the first-time son-in-law a friendly look, and after accepting the betrothal gifts, they didn't even bother to say a polite word about inviting him to stay for dinner.

Indeed, one is a daughter who loses money and an older sister who is not good enough, and the other is a poor son-in-law and a poor brother-in-law. Who would want to be close to them?

Ye Cheng felt like she was now just like Ji Lingfeng, standing in the room like an outsider.

She looked around the house where she had lived for ten years with a sense of loss.

I couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and my nose even started to sting.

What moved her was not the desire to leave the house, but the cold and indifferent family affection within it.

Their gaze finally settled on Ji Lingfeng's face.

The man stood there calmly, meeting her gaze with a composed expression.

His deep, cold eyes radiated a calm and detached air, as if no one else was around.