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

Ye Cheng's temples throbbed twice.

"The jar contains the pickled radishes I made!"

She answered while turning around.

The next second, a section of a sleeve peeking out from under the kimchi jar struck his pupils.

Then, Ji Lingfeng pulled a terrible-looking white shirt out of the jar.

The clothes had a strong sour smell and were dripping with kimchi water.

The man, holding his white shirt, frowned and asked:

"How did my clothes end up in the jar? Do you need to add this to make kimchi?"

Ye Cheng's face flushed, and her gaze drifted elsewhere.

"How...how would I know!"

If she denies it to the death, it means it has nothing to do with her.

Ji Lingfeng stared at Ye Cheng with a strange look in his eyes.

Ye Cheng felt a chill run down her spine from his stare.

Then he uttered a few words: "Strange, the clothes have grown legs!"

He picked up his clothes, walked to the trash can, and threw them away.

Ye Cheng forced a smile, her anxious heart beginning to calm down.

The man spoke again leisurely: "Ye Cheng, you don't have a problem with me, do you?"

Ye Cheng chuckled and forced a fawning smile: "How could that be? You even helped me intimidate... oh no, I mean, you helped me teach that Corgi guy a lesson today!"

"Then why are you taking your anger out on my clothes?"

"No way! I was going to—"

In his excitement, Ye Cheng almost blurted out the truth.

I originally intended to steal one of your white shirts to seduce you by pretending to be naked from the waist down, but something unexpected happened halfway through, and the shirt turned into kimchi, and I was caught red-handed.

This blunt truth must be stopped immediately.

After all, it would be too embarrassing to be caught before the plan was even implemented!

What was originally intended?

The man pressed on with a playful expression.

Ye Cheng swallowed hard to calm herself, and made up a lame excuse:

"I was just going to wipe the kimchi jar with a rag, I probably just grabbed the wrong one because the light wasn't on."

Ji Lingfeng raised the corners of his mouth, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "Then buy me a new one tomorrow, and remember not to buy anything too cheap."

Watching the man walk away briskly, Ye Cheng stared at the trash can, utterly speechless.

She subconsciously looked up at the wall clock.

10 points.

Where's the promised allure and sensuality?

It's clearly a case of trying to cheat and getting into trouble!

And then you have to spend money to clean up the mess.

My heart aches! It hurts so much!

The pain of having your flesh cut off.

Ye Cheng walked back to her bedroom, grumbling and cursing.

I'll stick to my own path and part ways with love.

……

The next day, Ye Cheng arrived at the company and saw Hua Zhixin sitting at her workstation as soon as she entered the office. Hua Zhixin craned her neck and looked at her with questioning eyes.

Last night, Hua Zhixin bombarded her with messages, but she wasn't in the mood to reply.

The two men looked at each other.

Seeing Ye Cheng's listless eyes, Hua Zhixin understood everything.

The white shirt strategy failed.

Last night, she even thought her friend had finally officially found a partner, and she was so busy having extra food that she didn't have time to talk to her.

"What? It turned into kimchi!"

In the restaurant, Hua Zhixin was so shocked by Ye Cheng's bizarre actions that she almost spat out her food.

"My dear Orange Sister, you actually came up with this!"

"My brain suddenly short-circuited," Ye Cheng said with an embarrassed laugh.

How long have these symptoms been present?

"Just during this period of time," Ye Cheng murmured, "Zhixin, do you think this counts as post-marital anxiety syndrome?"

"What post-marital anxiety syndrome? You've probably fallen for your husband!"

Hua Zhixin looked at her friend across from her with a worried expression.

It's no wonder she's like this; any woman would be attracted to spending so much time with such a captivating man.

But she's the kind of person who won't listen to reason—

Hua Zhixin offered her unsparing commentary:

"People become foolish, childish, and brainless in front of people they like. Look at you, you've fallen for it all."

"I admit I like it; it would be a lie to say I don't." Ye Cheng nodded seriously in reflection.

Then he stuffed another big mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewing and laughing as he said:

"But I'm Ye Cheng, you know. I'm immune to handsome men, and I love money. If I had to choose between a handsome man and five million, I would choose money without hesitation!"

Hua Zhixin praised, "Wise!"

Ye Cheng's lips curled into a wicked smile: "So I'd better just stick to my manual labor for now. With money and looks, how could I not find a handsome young man? Let that gay guy Ji Lingfeng go to hell!"

……

Ji Lingfeng, who was sitting in the president's office reading documents, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

He signed the document and handed it to Kim Dae-woo, who was standing next to him.

Just as Jin Dayu was about to leave, Ji Lingfeng suddenly called him back.

"Kim Daewoo, could you stay a moment? I have a question for you."

Kim Dae-woo's heart skipped a beat.

He paused, then pricked up his ears and said respectfully, "President Ji, please ask."

Ji Lingfeng leaned back lazily in his chair and asked, "What comes to mind when you think of women's and men's clothing?"

After a moment's thought, Kim Dae-woo blurted out, "Brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Dayu's legs trembled. He was courting death! That was inappropriate!

His face flushed red, and he quickly waved his hands, laughing sheepishly.

"President Ji, President Ji, that's not what I meant, it was a slip of the tongue... a slip of the tongue."

Yesterday I played the role of close brothers with the CEO, and today I'm talking to him about how women are like clothes.

Kim Dae-woo is courting death!

Ji Lingfeng chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing. Is there anything else besides this?"

Kim Daewoo blinked, surprised that he hadn't received a sharp glare from the CEO for saying the wrong thing?

The CEO has been unusually kind and approachable lately, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Kim Dae-woo composed himself, his mind filled with confusion.

Why is Mr. Ji suddenly interested in playing word puzzles today?

It's still such a profound question.

The straight man started thinking seriously again.

"A woman who does the laundry and cooks for a man is virtuous."

Kim Dae-woo felt he should think about it in a positive direction, since the CEO definitely wanted to find a virtuous woman.

Ji Lingfeng shook his head and continued, "Anything else?"

Kim Dayu's eyes darted around. President Ji had decisively denied it this time. Could it be that he had gone in the wrong direction, or was it the negative one?

Seeing that Kim Dayu was still considering, Ji Lingfeng prompted, "The woman hid the man's clothes, and when she was discovered... she became very nervous."

After receiving the hint, Kim Dae-woo immediately grasped the key words in his mind.

The results are in!

He tentatively said, "President Ji, I guess it's... the kind that's not so healthy, haha, there's a condition called... fetishism."

Ji Lingfeng interrupted him directly this time.

He had the same thought a few days ago in the restroom of Jingtai Garden. Jin Dayu was usually reliable at work, but not very knowledgeable about women. His way of thinking was somewhat similar to his.

Kim Dae-woo racked his brains and pondered repeatedly, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

I've got it!

—I'm just not too bold to say it.

Kim Daewoo's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

This is serious if you say it out loud. If you mispronounce a word and anger the CEO, it's not as simple as just packing up and leaving; he could be sent to deliver takeout to the Syrian battlefield in a heartbeat.

He paused for a moment, then said cautiously, "President Ji, I just thought of something... I'm afraid you'll be angry."

Ji Lingfeng looked at him encouragingly and said, "Go ahead."

"President Ji, then... then I've offended you."

Since death is inevitable anyway, might as well die a quick and painless death.

"Mr. Ji, then I'll speak."

Kim Daewoo swallowed hard, a sinister murderous glint in his eyes.

"Could it be... could it be that the president's wife had an affair with another man and left behind stolen goods at home, which you discovered!"