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

"What are they talking about?"

Ji Lingfeng stared intently at the man and woman outside, his voice so cold it seemed to freeze the air.

Jin Dayu and Xiao Zhang looked at each other in bewilderment.

The CEO's sudden question left them all bewildered.

Kim Dae-woo glanced at him sideways.

Their CEO's eyes were wide open like copper bells, his ears were perked up like antennas, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, looking like he was about to devour someone.

How could he hear what people were saying just a few meters away?

Besides, he doesn't know lip reading.

Jin Dayu leaned forward and asked cautiously, "President Ji, it's too far, I can't hear you. Should I get out of the car...?"

Ji Lingfeng then realized his strange behavior and, with displeasure, squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "No need."

He said he didn't need it, but his eyes remained fixed on the outside of the car, not looking away for even a second.

After exchanging a few words with Ye Cheng, the young man left the stall.

Ji Lingfeng's tense face finally relaxed a little.

He almost thought his wife, who couldn't stand being alone, was flirting with men in her spare time while selling stinky tofu at her stall. It seems he was just being paranoid.

But the young man clearly didn't look like a customer at the stall. What was their relationship?

Ji Lingfeng frowned and fell into deep thought.

Kim Daewoo secretly glanced at the president and saw that his expression had improved, which put his heart at ease.

He even gave Xiao Zhang a wink.

However, less than two minutes later, his heart, which had just relaxed, jumped into his throat again.

The young man returned.

They walked straight to the young mistress's stall, and the two of them put their heads together again.

Not good!

This thought was the first thing that flashed through Kim Dae-woo's mind.

He swallowed hard and glanced sideways.

A sharp gust of cold air rushed towards us.

As expected, the CEO once again put on his eternally icy face, as if it could freeze anyone to death.

Kim Daewoo secretly clenched the cold sweat in his palms.

It's the kind that you can rub out ice crystals with.

Ji Lingfeng suppressed his soaring blood pressure and craned his neck to peer into the stall.

A crowd of customers surrounded the food cart, and pedestrians streamed by on the street.

It was impossible to see what the man and woman were doing in such a shameful way.

He imagined scenes of them being all lovey-dovey.

A surge of resentment and anger shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Open the door!"

Upon hearing the president's deep, lion-like roar and seeing the murderous intent on his face, Kim Dae-woo shuddered in fear.

He paused for a second before replying, "Okay, Mr. Ji."

He used both his hands and feet to get out of the car and open the door for President Ji.

I heard another cold shout in my ear: "No need!"

Kim Dae-woo's hand, which was about to open the car door, trembled and he stopped.

"Drive up ahead, I'll get out myself."

Ji Lingfeng spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice extremely cold.

At this moment, he resembled a predatory beast, his eyes fixed intently on the prey outside the car, a chilling aura emanating from them.

Open the door and get out of the car.

It strode towards its prey.

……

Watching the president's departing figure, Jin Dayu patted his chest, put on a bitter face, and complained, "My god, President Ji is furious today, it's unprecedented!"

Xiao Zhang said slowly and deliberately:

"It's normal, every man has this kind of fire."

"You mean President Ji is jealous of his wife, right?"

Kim Daewoo's mind worked incredibly fast this time.

"You can see it too, right?"

Xiao Zhang grinned and said, "Da Yu, don't you think our CEO Ji has become much more interesting since he got married?"

Jin Dayu said with dissatisfaction, "One second he's smiling and the next he's all grumpy. He's so unpredictable. Look at him, I don't know what President Ji is jealous of. It seems like he doesn't care much about the young mistress."

"How do you know?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"Look, he actually let his wife go to set up a stall," said Jin Dayu, a straightforward man.

Xiao Zhang unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip, and glanced at Jin Dayu:

"You silly Jin Erleng, who said you don't care? Isn't President Ji slowly starting to care now? That's his wife, you know. That's called a man's possessiveness. Only possessiveness leads to jealousy! Feelings, after all, need to be cultivated slowly."

Kim Dae-woo sighed and said:

"Xiao Zhang, how long do you think President Ji will keep playing the fool? Ever since this game started, I've been living on tenterhooks. Last time, my mom offended the young mistress because of the house issue, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for days."

Xiao Zhang rubbed his hands together: "This has exceeded my expectations. Look how fast our CEO Ji is pushing the progress bar; I can hardly keep up!"

"Do you really think President Ji would like his wife who sells stinky tofu?"

A hint of doubt and confusion flashed across Kim Dae-woo's face.

Xiao Zhang stroked his chin, thought seriously for a moment, and then shared his insights:

"Compared to the socialites and heiresses that Mr. Ji knows, the young mistress is indeed a bit ordinary, but to each their own, I suppose."

Our CEO Ji is already quite outstanding—young, handsome, rich, and talented. I would never believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes that he could still be so virtuous and never philander.

To be honest, it's incredibly difficult to find a woman worthy of President Ji. Anyway, whichever woman President Ji takes a liking to, that's who I'll consider the young mistress of the Ji family. Jin Dayu, you should hurry up and find someone to settle down with—a wife, kids, and a warm bed.

Xiao Zhang is a few months younger than Jin Dayu, but they have been married for three years and their son is almost two years old.

He always liked to tease Kim Dae-woo from the perspective of someone who had been through it all.

Kim Dae-woo scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "I'm afraid I'll have to wait until things are settled with the young mistress before I'll have time to find a wife."

……

After getting out of the car, Ji Lingfeng suppressed his anger and pushed through the crowd, approaching "Orange Wind Breaking Waves Stinky Tofu".

The young man was no longer at Ye Cheng's stall; only Ye Cheng and the customers waiting for the stinky tofu remained.

Did the adulterer sense something was wrong and run away?

The word "adulterer" popped into his head, startling Ji Lingfeng himself.

He had a gloomy face, crossed his arms, and stared coldly at the stinky tofu stall.

The woman was busy with a bright smile.

I've never seen anyone enjoy setting up a stall so much!

No wonder she came back yesterday with such a cheerful face, talking about the joy of selling stinky tofu at a stall; it was clearly the joy of flirting with handsome young men.

His eyes were filled with jealousy that clouded his senses.

Standing in front of the greasy, smelly stall, Ji Lingfeng was completely oblivious to the stench.

While busy, Ye Cheng glanced up and saw Ji Lingfeng standing behind a customer not far away.

She paused, looking surprised, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ji Lingfeng's appearance was truly unexpected for her.

Ji Lingfeng remained expressionless, his lips twitching slightly, but he did not answer.

But I was sneering in my heart.

What's wrong? Her husband is here, ruining her plans, and she's unhappy now?

Ye Cheng ignored him and busied herself frying tofu and serving customers.

After finishing with this group of customers and having some free time, she tentatively asked, "You... are you here to help?"

This man clearly made excuses to avoid coming yesterday.

Ji Lingfeng hesitated and did not answer.

Ye Cheng frowned as she looked him over, her face full of disgust.

"Why didn't you change your clothes before coming over? Standing here for half an hour will make you greasy and smelly."

Ji Lingfeng was wearing the suit she had just bought.

Ye Cheng felt sorry for his new clothes that cost several hundred yuan.

Ji Lingfeng's temple throbbed.

He initially stood there secretly for at least three minutes, and then stood there for at least another ten minutes while the woman fried stinky tofu.

The man subconsciously raised his hand and smelled his sleeve.

"Who wears a suit to sell stinky tofu?!"

Ye Cheng muttered to himself.

Ji Lingfeng gave a slight smile: "I just stopped by after meeting some friends."

He paused for a moment, then said coldly without showing any emotion, "I arrived a while ago, but I didn't want to bother you because you were busy."

The word "disturb" carries a hint of jealousy.