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

The office of the president of the Ji Group.

Ji Lingfeng looked at the quarterly report, but his thoughts were a bit chaotic.

His cheap wife actually wants to set up a street stall, and sell stinky tofu at that!

This woman, who annoyed him, disrupted his peaceful life of the past twenty-six years.

Ji Lingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Just then, Grandpa Ji called.

The old man immediately retorted, "You brat, aren't you going to keep an eye on your wife?!"

Ji Lingfeng moved his phone, which was making his ears ring, away for two seconds.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?"

Grandpa Ji said angrily, "It's one thing that you don't give my granddaughter-in-law a good life, but now Chengcheng is busy setting up a street stall and doesn't even have time to call me for a few minutes."

Ji Lingfeng frowned slightly: "This is her own decision, it has nothing to do with me."

"Grandpa, could it be that your granddaughter-in-law is deliberately playing the victim in front of you to gain your sympathy?"

Grandpa Ji was disappointed in him:

"Stop playing the victim! My granddaughter-in-law and I chatter non-stop, without uttering a single word of hardship or fatigue. She's incredibly happy. You've ruined your business with your brain!"

"Ling Feng, Chengcheng is a hardworking and good girl. She sets up a street stall to earn more money. You don't know how to cherish such a good wife. Go help her after get off work, you hear me, you brat!"

Ji Lingfeng rubbed his temples: "Grandpa, I'm busy dealing with company matters."

"You brat, don't think I don't know. Butler Yang said you go back whenever you have free time lately, and spend at least two hours at the gym each time. You have time to lift weights but no time to relax?"

Ji Lingfeng's eyelids twitched.

"Grandpa, you want me to set up a street stall with her? You've never even set up a street stall before!"

Grandpa Ji hummed smugly on the phone:

"You brat, who was it that tested my granddaughter-in-law in the first place? Who was it that wanted to secretly marry her and pretend to be a poor boy? Who was it that asked me to cooperate and keep it a secret! Now that your wife wants to set up a stall, you have to follow her lead. To put it bluntly, you're just reaping what you sowed, you know that!"

Ji Lingfeng choked.

Grandpa Ji began to earnestly advise his grandson again.

"Ling Feng, Chengcheng has a good personality, good character, can endure hardship, and is beautiful. Would Grandpa really betray his own grandson?!"

"Tell Grandpa the truth, do you really not have any feelings for Chengcheng at all?"

This question really struck a chord with Ji Lingfeng.

This is exactly what's been bothering him lately.

He admitted that his previous views on Ye Cheng were somewhat biased and not objective enough.

After spending this short time together, he found himself gradually drawn to this woman.

She is cheerful and optimistic, simple and unpretentious, very genuine and down-to-earth.

This woman, so ordinary as to be as plain as water, was what made him increasingly confused.

Ji Lingfeng rubbed his temples and replied, "Grandpa, please give me a little more time. I'll tell you the answer when I know it."

……

A few meters away from Ye Cheng's tofu stall is a cold noodle stall.

She quickly became acquainted with Sister Chen, who sold cold noodles, and they started chatting.

As they were talking, the young couple from before returned.

"Wow! Miss, your stinky tofu is so delicious! It's absolutely amazing!"

The long-haired girl exclaimed in surprise, still chewing on the stinky tofu with relish.

"As soon as I posted it in the group chat, my roommates all started asking me to pack some to take home, and to give them five more servings! All of them extra spicy!"

Unexpectedly, just a few minutes after selling one item, the customer became a repeat customer.

"Alright! This stinky tofu is my own secret recipe, because I'm a huge fan of stinky tofu!"

Ye Cheng responded happily, her eyes shining, and immediately started frying the tofu.

The fact that she has repeat customers proves that her stinky tofu is of high quality and has gained the approval of diners.

"Miss, you're amazing! Do you usually set up a stall here? I'll come to you when I'm craving something sweet."

The long-haired girl looked like she was really enjoying her meal.

Ye Cheng nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes, today is the first day, we'll set up shop here permanently from now on."

At this moment, several more passersby came over to watch, drawn by the fragrance.

"They sell stinky tofu here!"

"I could smell it from over there, it stinks!"

"Looks good, want to try it?"

The passersby were all talking at once.

The long-haired girl, chewing on the last piece of stinky tofu, didn't forget to chatter on about promoting it:

"The stinky tofu here is absolutely amazing, super delicious! My roommates all want me to pack some to take home. Buy it with confidence, you won't regret it!"

Several foodies' mouths watered upon hearing this, and they all ordered two or three portions.

Including the five portions ordered by the long-haired girl, more than ten portions were sold in one go.

This wave of good business came out of nowhere, catching Ye Cheng, who was setting up a stall for the first time, somewhat off guard.

Although they were a little flustered, they dared not slack off at all and got to work with all their might.

[Twenty yuan received via Alipay]

[30 yuan received via WeChat]

Hearing the continuous voice notifications of incoming funds, Ye Cheng felt a surge of joy.

The smell of stinky tofu lingering in front of my nose seemed to have turned into the smell of RMB.

Making money really does make people happy!

……

After finishing his official business, Ji Lingfeng stood there for a while, but finally decided to go back to the Ji residence first and spend two hours in the gym as usual.

Kim Dae-woo waited on the side, watching the president's unsatisfied expression, and he couldn't understand it at all.

Even though the young mistress is quite romantic, what is it that still doesn't satisfy the CEO?

Instead of wasting your energy going to the gym every day, you might as well go home and leave it to your wife!

Just as he was internally complaining, he suddenly heard the CEO call his name out of the blue.

Kim Dae-woo.

Kim Dae-woo's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up inside him.

The fact that the CEO calls his name means something is amiss!

"Let me ask you a question."

Oh no, what kind of trouble is the CEO going to cause this time?

Judging from the president's expression and tone, it's almost certainly something between a man and a woman.

The CEO really treats him like a confidante!

But he's a complete novice when it comes to matters of love and sex; if he hadn't been cramming on novels lately, his brain simply wouldn't be up to the task.

"Mr. Ji, please ask."

Kim Dae-woo smiled, but his legs trembled.

Ji Lingfeng's pupils contracted slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Have you ever kissed your girlfriend?"

"Cough cough..."

Kim Daewoo choked on his own saliva and coughed a few times.

How could he have never kissed anyone? The CEO is really looking down on people. Does he think everyone is as aloof from women as he is?

When was the last time you kissed?

It was one night five years ago when his girlfriend was going to move abroad with her family and kissed him goodbye.

At the time, he was just a junior assistant.

Although it was a sad farewell kiss, the memory is still so beautiful.

Kim Dae-woo straightened his back and replied confidently, "Of course, President Ji."

Ji Lingfeng pressed further, "So how did you feel?"

"It's like an electric current running through your whole body, leaving your mind blank and your body tingling. You want to keep kissing, you just can't stop."

Kim Dae-woo described it vividly.

In her heart, she was thinking, "Why did the CEO ask such an idiotic question? Isn't it the same thing?"

Ji Lingfeng thought to himself, "Yes, that's the feeling."

"Do you know how your girlfriend feels? Has she told you?"

Kim Daewoo was so stumped by the question that it felt like he had a big piece of steamed bun stuck in his throat, something he couldn't swallow or spit out.

What kind of quirk is this, Mr. President?!

It's one thing to be curious about him, but why are you also curious about his girlfriend?

Looking into the president's clear and innocent eyes, like a diligent, studious, and humbly inquiring student, Kim Dayu realized he was overthinking things.

He recalled for a moment, scratched the back of his head, and said with a hint of embarrassment, "My girlfriend said that her whole body felt weak, like she wanted to suck me dry, like she was sucking jelly."

Ji Lingfeng's eyelids twitched a few times, and he blurted out, "Doesn't it taste like pork?"

The pork scandal has become a lingering shadow over the man these past few days.

"..."

Kim Dae-woo's mind went blank for three seconds.

He suddenly understood why the CEO had that unsatisfied look on his face.

The CEO has been single for so many years and has never been close to women, so he must be a complete novice when it comes to matters of the heart.

The president must have displeased the young mistress, that's why she's so troubled.

Thinking of this, Jin Dayu chuckled twice and said:

"President Ji, this kind of thing also requires experience. It's like driving. A novice driver will definitely not drive well, but with experience, it's different. The longer you drive, the more experience you gain, and eventually you become an experienced driver."