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

Ji Lingfeng twitched his lips and crossed his legs: "That man is me."

"..."

Kim Dae-woo looked stunned, the murderous intent in his eyes not yet completely gone.

“The clothes are mine,” Ji Lingfeng added.

Kim Daewoo was visibly embarrassed. He felt like a clown and wanted to slap himself twice.

Of all times, I had a brain fart and actually thought about the CEO's wife having an affair.

The two straight men racked their brains for ages without reaching a conclusion.

Ji Lingfeng couldn't hold back any longer either, and frowned as he said:

"The young mistress secretly hid one of my white shirts. When I found out, she acted very strangely. She was nervous, blushed, and stammered. What do you think could be the reason? Is it really necessary to act like this over a piece of clothing?"

Moreover, after being caught, they were thrown into a kimchi jar.

Let's at least give the young mistress of the Ji family some face.

Kim Dae-woo confirmed it; the usually taciturn CEO had said exactly 50 words this time.

He racked his brains with a pained expression.

The three most crucial words in the keywords are "white shirt".

Inspiration often strikes in a fleeting moment.

Kim Daewoo's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh:

"I've got it! This time I really have!"

In a recent romance novel he was binge-reading, the scheming second female lead, in order to get the male lead, found an opportunity to sneak into his bedroom, put on one of his white shirts, and flirt with him in various suggestive poses. Not only did she succeed in getting him, but she also got pregnant with his child and forced him to marry her.

Kim Dae-woo was so angry that he cursed her as a "green tea bitch".

"What did you think of?"

Ji Lingfeng asked with great interest.

Kim Daewoo swallowed hard, a knowing smile on his face mixed with a slightly lewd one, and said:

"Mr. Ji, women usually wear this kind of loose white shirt as a dress, which makes them look graceful and sexy, with a unique charm. I guess the young mistress wants to try on your white shirt... to show it to you."

Although Kim Dae-woo's expression was somewhat lewd, his words were refreshingly unconventional.

The wording clearly conveys a sense of "temptation".

Ji Lingfeng's brow twitched as he looked at his expression.

I seem to understand.

No wonder that woman blushed and looked away yesterday; it turns out she had this wicked idea.

The most ridiculous thing is that they even pretended to practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade.

They've lived together for so long, and I've never seen that lazy woman exercise.

She really is a scheming woman.

She's a brainless, scheming woman.

Ji Lingfeng cursed Ye Cheng as a scheming woman in his heart, but the corners of his mouth kept turning up without him even realizing it.

Kim Dae-woo looked at the president with a puzzled expression.

The smile that President Ji gave was one that he had never seen before.

But it made him feel strange and at a loss.

I still find that cold, aloof face more comfortable.

But he knew for sure that his prize money was his!

I devoured over a dozen CEO romance novels in a week, and it wasn't for nothing.

After Kim Dae-woo left, Ji Lingfeng couldn't help but imagine it in his mind.

What would that woman look like wearing his white shirt?

She's tall with good proportions and nice skin, but she eats too much and never manages her figure.

If they lived in the Ji family villa, he would definitely drag her to the gym every day.

……wrong!

What is he thinking?!

Ji Lingfeng was startled by his own chaotic thoughts.

He planned to divorce her in six months, so how could he possibly bring that woman back to the Ji residence!

Moreover, the woman's intentions were already quite clear; he couldn't afford to fall into her trap.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and his face darkened again.

……

All afternoon, Ye Cheng's image kept haunting Ji Lingfeng's mind, making him constantly distracted at work.

This would never have been possible before.

He even inexplicably searched for pictures of beautiful women wearing white shirts on his computer.

He even replaced the beautiful woman's face in his mind with Ye Cheng's face.

It's driving him almost to madness.

After finishing his official business that evening, on the way back in the car, Ji Lingfeng's face was dark and gloomy. Suddenly, he gave an order: "Back to the Ji residence!"

With a turn of the steering wheel, Xiao Zhang drove the car toward the Ji family mansion.

Ji Lingfeng returned to the Ji family mansion, changed his clothes, and rushed to the gym.

Kim Dae-woo followed him in, his steps unsteady.

The president was perfectly fine this afternoon, especially after we discussed the topic of white shirts. Why did he suddenly become so irritable and restless?

Moreover, he didn't return to the Ji residence for half a month after the wedding, and suddenly went to the gym to lift weights without warning.

There's definitely something fishy going on.

"What are you standing there for? Go change your clothes!"

Ji Lingfeng shouted in a deep voice.

"Oh! Mr. Ji!"

While Kim Daewoo was still dumbfounded, trying to figure out what the president was thinking, he quickly went to change his clothes.

For the past five years, he has been working alongside Ji Lingfeng, both for official and personal reasons, including as a sparring partner.

The CEO likes to have someone accompany him to work out.

Kim Daewoo's current muscular physique didn't come easily; it was earned through five years of hard work and dedication while working alongside the CEO.

Of course, he wasn't really willing in private, but he was swayed by the power of money.

The CEO even euphemistically called it "managing his physique" so that it would make it easier for him to find a girlfriend in the future.

All the time has been given to the CEO, how could there possibly be time to find a girlfriend!

If I weren't straight, I might have fallen in love with my own CEO.

After the CEO's whirlwind marriage and move into Jingtai Garden, it was a rare opportunity for him to slack off. I wonder what triggered this tantrum today.

Two grown men spent a full two hours lifting weights at the gym, sweating profusely.

……

The office of Chuanggao Company.

"Your entire group will stay today."

Manager Zhu stared with his triangular eyes and nostrils pointing to the sky.

Ye Cheng and Hua Zhixin exchanged a glance; it was another miserable night of working overtime.

Their team worked on a marketing plan for a hotel, but it was rejected today.

Manager Zhu pointed out that he was not satisfied with certain aspects and asked the entire team to stay and discuss the revisions, without any overtime pay.

In fact, the plan had been revised several times, and the problems she was pointing out were all trivial.

Manager Zhu is a middle-aged woman approaching fifty, and is known as Ma Dongmei, a famous shill in Chuanggao Company.

My mother-in-law usually has a lot of demands, and her opinions are all over the place, changing every day, depending on her mood.

If Manager Zhu happens to be in a particularly bad mood one day, she'll definitely use making things difficult for her subordinates to stimulate her already dwindling estrogen levels. The old grumbling woman usually points fingers and grumbles, while simultaneously making sarcastic and critical remarks about everyone.

Ironically, despite all the tweaking and tweaking, the client often still opts for the original version.

Without exception, today.

A group of five people, their faces drooping, pretended to be serious and discussed things until 10 p.m. under Manager Zhu's indifferent gaze.

It's basically a group of people spending time with an old, resentful woman to vent her emotions.

Everyone was seething with anger.

After get off work, Ye Cheng was dragged out for a late-night snack by Hua Zhixin, and they even had a few drinks.

The last time I drank was when Hua Zhixin broke up with her ex-boyfriend.

"Now that the old hag has vented her frustrations, it's our turn to vent!" Hua Zhixin shouted.

Ye Cheng has a low alcohol tolerance and only drinks a little occasionally, usually when eating hot pot or barbecue, just for enjoyment.

But this time he clearly didn't handle it well.

She had a bit of a shock at work today, and coupled with all the dramatic and frustrating things that had happened lately, she accidentally drank too much.

I drank beer, but I don't remember exactly how much. I was probably in that "high" state that people talk about.

She felt okay, at least she could take a taxi home by herself.

Ye Cheng felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet. She was carrying a white shirt she had bought at the mall on her way to lunch, which cost 199 yuan.

She took the elevator to the 19th floor, wobbled to the door, and fumbled to enter the password. She pressed it several times, but it kept saying the password was wrong.

The woman muttered, "My brain short-circuited again..."

At that moment, another elevator door opened, and Ji Lingfeng stepped out of the elevator with steady steps.