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

But of course he couldn't say those words. He was now completely unemployed, so why should he be picky?

If it were something else he was selling at a stall, he might have gritted his teeth and gone for it, but it just so happened to be stinky tofu, which he hated so much.

Ji Lingfeng made up a reason on the spot:

“I can help you when I have time, but I need to contact my friends frequently while looking for a job lately, and they are only free after they get off work in the evening.”

The implication was that he could help, but he was too busy.

Ye Cheng pursed her lips. This man was clearly making excuses; he was obviously too ashamed to admit it.

Suppressing her inner complaints about him, she smiled and said:

"Then come and help when you have time. There are so many young people setting up stalls these days, and even college students from nearby universities are doing part-time work and studying here."

"That Xiaoyu is a senior in college. He sets up a stall to draw original hand-drawn portraits for five yuan each. It's a business with no capital investment."

As Ye Cheng spoke, she took out a painting from her bag, which featured a hand-drawn chibi-style portrait of herself.

They look so cute and adorable.

"Look, this is a gift from Xiaoyu. Isn't it interesting? I even took a picture of it and used it as my WeChat profile picture."

"This little Yu is quite the clever one. Seeing that my stinky tofu stall was doing well, he came over to mooch off me. While waiting for his tofu to be fried, he casually drew his own portrait on the side, haha!"

"Next time you come, ask Xiaoyu to draw one for you too."

Ji Lingfeng ignored her.

He had absolutely no interest in any of these things.

All he knew was that if this woman kept setting up her stall, he would eventually be dragged to the tofu stall by her.

Are you still going out to set up a stall tomorrow?

Ji Lingfeng asked.

"Of course! We have to set it up! As long as the company doesn't require overtime, I'll set it up every day, making the most of every minute!"

Ye Cheng answered without hesitation.

"Besides, I need to earn back the money from the tricycle as soon as possible."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, swiped the screen, and handed it to Ji Lingfeng.

"Look, this is all the income for today. It's not much, but it's all extra money I earned on top of my salary. If I hadn't gone out to set up a stall, I would have just stayed home watching TV and scrolling through my phone, and that would have been the end of the day."

"Use your spare time every day to earn extra money. As you watch the money in your account accumulate, you'll realize how happy it is to sell stinky tofu at a stall."

Ye Cheng spoke with great enthusiasm, a hint of pride on her face.

Ji Lingfeng looked at her quietly, thinking to himself:

If this woman knew that the necklace she casually left lying around was worth 800 million, would she still find selling stinky tofu at a street stall so enjoyable?

……

The next evening, Ye Cheng set up her stall at 6:30.

Because Ji Lingfeng said he had made plans to have dinner with friends that night and wouldn't be home, she simply made herself a bowl of noodles after get off work, ate, and then got back to work.

The tricycle was still parked in a corner at the end of the street.

Ye Cheng had thought it through. Although this location was not conspicuous on the street, it would not attract too much attention if the urban management officers came, and it would be easier to escape quickly.

Sister Chen, who runs the cold noodles stall next door, has already started doing business.

While busy with his work, he greeted Ye Cheng: "Hey, girl, you're here so early today."

"Yes, I came out after dinner."

Ye Cheng put on her apron and started getting things ready. Today she prepared two large bags of stinky tofu, hoping to sell more.

"Your stinky tofu is really delicious. I saw that you sold out in just over two hours yesterday."

Sister Chen looked on with envy.

Ye Cheng smiled and said, "We didn't prepare much stock yesterday, so we set up our stall late and closed early."

"That's true, but if you continue doing this business, the money you earn in one night of setting up a stall could be equivalent to your daytime wages."

"I hope so. Business gives us motivation."

Sister Chen blinked and said, "You are also a hardworking and diligent girl. My sister's niece works a job during the day, but she always complains about being tired and that the pay is too low. Her mother asks her to help out at the street stall at night, but she has never gone even once."

Ye Cheng chuckled and said, "Sister Chen, I'm a bit strange. I'm not afraid of being tired, but I'm afraid of not having money."

"I started working to earn money in high school, I'm used to it."

As the two were chatting, a tall, thin, and clean-cut-looking boy walked over.

He was carrying a black backpack, a folding chair in one hand, and a small folding table in the other.

"Sister Chen, Sister Ye, you're both here."

The boy greeted him with a smile.

"Xiaoyu, you're up so early too."

"Lin Xiaoyu, you're here to freeload off your sister Ye again today," Sister Chen joked.

"Yes, Sister Ye's stinky tofu is a natural hit, it's part of the Belt and Road Initiative."

Lin Xiaoyu let out a hearty laugh.

He is a senior at a nearby university. In his spare time, he sets up a stall at the night market to hand-draw portraits for people to earn some pocket money.

Lin Xiaoyu found an open space near Ye Cheng's tricycle, unfolded a small table and folding chair, took out a lamp from her backpack, and set up paper, pens and other tools. The stall was ready.

Ye Cheng: "Xiao Yu, the chibi-style avatar you drew for me is so cute, I'm using it as my WeChat profile picture."

While we were chatting, a customer came in.

A young couple passed by and ordered two servings of stinky tofu.

While waiting for the fried tofu, the couple noticed some cute portraits on a nearby stall and became quite interested.

The two of them each drew one.

Lin Xiaoyu quickly put pen to paper and finished the work in just a few minutes.

After the portrait was drawn and the stinky tofu was made, the couple left chatting and laughing.

Lin Xiaoyu smiled and waved her phone, saying, "Sister Ye, thanks! I've made my money from a serving of stinky tofu!"

Ye Cheng grinned: "Let's keep going!"

……

On a speeding Rolls-Royce.

As they approached Fuxing Road, Xiao Zhang very tactfully asked, "Mr. Ji, are we passing through Fuxing Road today?"

Ji Lingfeng raised his eyelids slightly: "No need."

"1, 2, 3."

Kim Daewoo counted silently in his mind.

Sure enough, less than three seconds after he finished speaking, the president, who was all talk and no action, changed his mind.

"Wait, let's take Fuxing Road."

Xiao Zhang and Jin Dayu in the passenger seat exchanged a glance and chuckled to themselves.

The CEO is going to Fuxing Road to see his wife again.

"Secretary Jin, call Lao Wang and the others and tell them to go back first."

Ji Lingfeng gave the instructions.

He didn't want several cars following behind, attracting attention, so he sent the bodyguards with him away first.

Kim Dae-woo received the order and immediately complied.

Xiao Zhang drove his car onto Fuxing Road.

This time, they drove straight to the roadside where the president's wife had set up her stall at the end of the street, a route they knew exactly where to go.

It's already 9 p.m., and the night market is bustling with people.

Ji Lingfeng looked out of the car window.

Ye Cheng's three-wheeled food cart was still parked in an inconspicuous corner.

Several customers were gathered in front of the stall.

The woman was engrossed in frying tofu, with plumes of oil smoke rising in front of her.

Ji Lingfeng frowned, as if the stench of stinky tofu had already wafted into the car.

The next second, the man's eyes widened like saucers.

He saw a tall young man walk towards Ye Cheng, and the two leaned their heads together intimately.

They seemed to be talking about something.

At this moment, a man who is completely unaware of his own jealousy starts a mindless little drama of jealousy.

He automatically blocked out the noisy environment and crowds of pedestrians around the stall.

All that remained in his eyes was a couple radiating a pink, ambiguous romance.

The two gazed at each other with deep affection, as if the air itself were slowly freezing.

The drifting fumes transformed into a mesmerizing, enchanting atmosphere, lingering in the air.

Ji Lingfeng's face suddenly darkened...