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

"Oh, no, no," Ye Cheng quickly denied. "You can find a suitable job slowly, there's no rush."

As she spoke, she glanced at him again and asked somewhat nervously, "I wanted to ask if you need to use the car these next few days. My brother wants to borrow it for a road trip."

Borrowing a car?

Ji Lingfeng was a little surprised.

He thought the woman was getting impatient and urging him to find a job and earn money, afraid that he would stay at home doing nothing.

That BYD was something he bought to pretend to be an ordinary working-class person. Every day, his bodyguard would drive it along with the convoy, and he would only get in when they were almost at the residential area and drive it back. It was really unnecessary.

Ye Cheng added, "If you find it inconvenient or need a car while looking for a job, I can talk to my brother. It's no problem."

She knew that many men didn't like lending their cars out, and some even treated their cars like their wives.

Besides, his car looks quite new, and I'm afraid he'll feel bad about it and won't be able to part with it.

Ji Lingfeng stood up, placed the car keys on the coffee table, and said indifferently:

"Take it and use it, just return it when you're done."

"Um... thanks then."

Ye Cheng was surprised that the cold and aloof man agreed so readily.

She wasn't just worried that Ji Lingfeng would be upset about the car; she was also concerned that he might harbor resentment towards the Ye family.

After all, the last time he went to her parents' home, his mother and younger brother didn't give him a warm welcome.

If Ji Lingfeng hadn't brought out a dowry of 50,000 yuan, he would definitely have been swept into the street by Lai Yulan with a broom.

Ye Cheng, who was usually carefree, felt somewhat ashamed of her slow realization.

That day, after leaving her parents' home, she was curious about why Ji Lingfeng had suddenly come to her house to deliver betrothal gifts, but she neglected to apologize to him.

Thinking of this, Ye Cheng said apologetically:

"By the way, when I visited my parents' home last time, my mom and brother weren't very friendly. I'd like to formally apologize to you on their behalf, and I hope you won't take it to heart."

Ji Lingfeng raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, his face calm: "They are them, and you are you. You don't need to apologize."

He didn't even notice those who were insignificant.

"You can't say that. After all, they are my family. But my family... well, how should I put it? They are indeed a bit snobbish. You don't need to care what they say."

Ye Cheng chuckled awkwardly, then joked to herself:

"Hehe, look at me, I'm the same way. My mom always scolded me for being a good-for-nothing, a useless daughter. My brother said I was hopeless and would never marry a good man. They can say whatever they want, I don't care. I eat my food and sleep normally, I'm not living for anyone else anyway! So just pretend you don't hear the unpleasant things they say, don't pay attention to them."

Ji Lingfeng's lips curled up, and he chuckled to himself.

This is probably the most sincere thing I've ever heard from this woman since I met her.

She has a good appetite and eats a lot, falls asleep the moment her head hits the bed, and is so good that she could be used as a blanket even if the sky were to fall.

He replied in a cold tone, "I don't care how your family treats me, and naturally I don't take them to heart."

As he spoke, Ji Lingfeng recalled what Ye Cheng had said that day when she was drunk: this woman had been disliked since childhood.

Her words clearly revealed a longing for family affection, a longing that she could not obtain, yet she remained calm and optimistic.

He admired this quality.

"Your mindset is correct. After all, you can't choose your family. You don't need to care about those who don't care about you. Besides, I don't see anything wrong with you. As a child, you've already done better than many others!"

The man's deep gaze swept subtly across Ye Cheng's face.

Ye Cheng blinked; these words came out of Ji Lingfeng's cold mouth rather abruptly.

But it still felt good; it made my whole body feel warm.

She looked up at Ji Lingfeng. Although the man's deep, pool-like eyes were as cold and icy as ever, there was still a hint of sincerity flickering in them.

As their eyes met, Ji Lingfeng realized he had said a bit too much.

His face instantly darkened again.

As the CEO of a large business conglomerate, he is becoming increasingly irrational when it comes to trivial matters.

He must remain alert at all times; this woman, as insignificant as an ant, could never become the young mistress of the Ji family.

At most, when the two of them divorce, he or she will just have to pay her a sum of money.

Thinking of this, Ji Lingfeng pinched his brow in annoyance, subconsciously putting on that cold, irritating face again, and said fiercely to Ye Cheng:

"Ye Cheng, I hate trouble. You'd better not bother me with your business in the future!"

After saying that, he gave her a cold look and turned to leave.

"..."

Ye Cheng, still immersed in a small moment of emotion, looked completely bewildered.

This man just gave someone a piece of candy and then slapped them; it's really baffling.

The speed at which they change their expressions is faster than turning the pages of a book.

Ever since that night when he got drunk and kissed me, his expression has become even more unpredictable, turning sour in an instant. Is he afraid that he still has some improper thoughts about me?

Ye Cheng rolled her eyes and made the ugliest face in history, a unique creation of the Ye family, right at the man's back.

Ji Lingfeng took a few steps, then remembered something, stopped, and suddenly turned around.

The first thing you see is a strange and ugly face.

The woman in front of him was clawing at her distorted face with both hands, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide, baring her teeth as she glared at him.

The man was so startled by the sudden sight that he took two steps back and his body stiffened.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Caught off guard, they froze for three seconds, and the ghost face was also forced to freeze for three seconds.

Wait... why did he turn around again without warning!

She never intended to embarrass herself in front of such a handsome guy.

Ye Cheng awkwardly lowered her hand and gave an embarrassed laugh.

He reached out and rubbed his face a few times, then laughed and said, "Facial yoga is all the rage these days. I practice it whenever I have time, hehe."

Ji Lingfeng stared at the woman in front of him with a look of disgust.

His wife, his grandfather's granddaughter-in-law, and the young mistress of the Ji family, sighed silently in her heart.

Then, frowning and with a tense expression, he said without any politeness:

"Oh right, you like to eat that smelly, garbage-like stuff, right? From now on, you can eat it while you're selling it. Come back when you're done eating it. Don't eat it at home!"

After saying that, the man snorted and strode back to his room.

Ye Cheng pouted, utterly speechless.

"You always have such a serious face, as if you're afraid no one will notice your amazing jawline, pfft!"

However, his suggestion to sell and eat at the same time was an excellent one.

When she was a child, she saw that her classmate's family owned a supermarket, and she shed tears of envy looking at the room full of all kinds of snacks.

My wish back then was that my family could open a supermarket.

The supermarket has an endless supply of snacks, and you can even make money while you eat.

Now I set up a stall to sell my favorite stinky tofu, eating it as I sell it, which is similar to selling stinky tofu.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Ye Cheng straightened his back, clenched his fists, and decided that the most important thing now was to focus on his side job and make as much money as possible.

Only making money can give people a sense of security.