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

Ye Cheng had initially hoped that this man might have suddenly changed his ways and was willing to swallow his pride and help out at the stall.

After hearing what he said, I realized it made sense. He's so concerned about his image and hates stinky tofu so much, how could he possibly change his mind so easily?

Ye Cheng glanced at her watch and said, "It's almost ten o'clock, you should go back now."

Ji Lingfeng sneered inwardly again.

Sure enough, with a handsome guy on her mind, she had no interest in her husband at all and was eager to get rid of him.

"The dry cleaning fee for your suit will be several tens of dollars, it's not worth it. Don't stand here, go back. I'll sell for a little longer, and then I'll pack up and go home later."

Ye Cheng tidied up the table as she spoke.

Suddenly, he hissed in pain.

The burning sensation on her wrist made her raise her hand and blow on it twice.

Ji Lingfeng frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

At the same time, his gaze fell on Ye Cheng's wrist.

The woman's wrist had a red patch.

"I accidentally got burned by splattered oil while frying tofu. There were customers at the stall and I couldn't leave. Luckily, Xiaoyu was free, so I asked him to go and buy some burn ointment for me."

Ye Cheng picked up a tube of ointment and waved it at Ji Lingfeng.

"Looks like I'll have to carry this with me every day from now on, just in case, since I'll be dealing with deep-fried food every day."

The woman spoke of it casually.

Ji Lingfeng's forehead veins throbbed violently a few times.

Could it be... that you were just buying ointment for a burn?

Is he overthinking it?

He cleared his throat, his expression somewhat unnatural, and asked in a cold voice, "Then... is it alright?"

Ye Cheng smiled and said, "Of course it's alright. This little burn is nothing. It'll be fine in a couple of days."

Ji Lingfeng glanced at her awkwardly: "Who is this Xiaoyu you're talking about?"

Ye Cheng blinked: "Xiao Yu is the college student I mentioned yesterday, who sets up a stall here to draw portraits."

"Isn't Xiaoyu a girl?"

Ye Cheng chuckled and said, "He's a senior male student named Lin Xiaoyu. Yu is Hitachi Yu."

Ji Lingfeng's expression shifted between light and shadow.

She kept calling him "Xiaoyu" yesterday, and he had always thought Xiaoyu was a woman.

It turned out to be the young man who looked like a college student from earlier.

However, he clearly saw with his own eyes that the two of them were behaving intimately, their heads practically tied together!

It's definitely more than that!

"Where is he?" Ji Lingfeng asked, unwilling to give up.

"Oh, my classmate needed to talk to him, so he bought me some ointment and closed up shop early. By the way, if you had arrived earlier, you could have asked him to draw your portrait."

Ye Cheng's face was beaming with smiles.

I wonder what it would look like to draw a cute, adorable chibi-style portrait of this icy man.

Looking at the smile on Ye Cheng's face, Ji Lingfeng felt a surge of jealousy again.

When Xiao Yu was mentioned, the woman's face was filled with undisguised joy.

Ye Cheng was imagining Ji Lingfeng's adorable profile picture when she suddenly heard Ji Lingfeng's cold and piercing voice drift into her ears.

"Why are you wearing makeup today while you're setting up your stall?!"

Ji Lingfeng glanced at her sideways.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

She came back from her stall last night without any makeup.

Meeting this handsome young man definitely made today different.

She even puts on makeup while setting up a stall; her thoughts are all written on her face.

Ye Cheng paused for a moment, then replied, "I was rushing to set up my stall after get off work and didn't have time to think about that."

She usually wears light makeup to work, as required by the company.

She usually washes her face and removes her makeup after getting home from get off work, but today she was thinking about setting up her stall early, so she didn't have time for anything else and just ate a bowl of noodles before heading out.

Has this man taken the wrong medicine today? He's being so nosy.

As they were talking, someone walked towards the food stall.

Ye Cheng quickly perked up and said, "I have to go do business now, you should go back first."

Ji Lingfeng was still standing there like a wooden statue.

"What, you don't care about the clothes? Don't you mind the smell of tofu?"

Ye Cheng felt bad about the dry cleaning fee; how many servings of stinky tofu would she have to sell to earn back those few dozen yuan?

Ji Lingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, then walked away with a stern face.

After walking a distance, the man suddenly realized that the air around him had become unusually fresh.

He then realized that he had been standing at the street stall for so long without noticing the stench.

This is exactly what surprised Kim Dae-woo and Xiao Zhang.

Not only did the CEO venture alone into the young mistress's stinky tofu stall, but he also failed to return for a long time.

Seeing the president approaching, the two exchanged a surprised glance.

"It seems like our CEO Ji has evolved."

Xiao Zhang teased in a low voice.

As soon as the CEO entered the car, he was greeted by the smell of stinky tofu.

Jin Dayu and Xiao Zhang dared not utter a sound, and silently looked at each other again.

it is more than words.

Does this mean the CEO's office can order stinky tofu for delivery from now on?

Ji Lingfeng suddenly spoke up: "Jin Dayu, go back to the Ji residence later and ask Butler Yang to bring the burn ointment to Jingtai Garden."

"Received, Mr. Ji."

Kim Dae-woo replied seriously, "It seems that the young mistress burned herself while frying tofu."

The CEO still cares about the young mistress; the ointment from the Ji family is incredibly effective and can't be bought anywhere else.

"Oh, and could you also bring a safe?"

Ji Lingfeng rubbed his temples.

He noticed that notices had recently been posted in the community reminding residents to take precautions against theft.

That ignorant woman carelessly left the Ji family heirloom lying around. If one day it encounters a thief who knows its value, the theft of 800 million is a small matter, but the heirloom might not be passed down.

……

After closing up shop in the evening, Ye Cheng drove his tricycle back to Jingtai Garden.

After locking the car, I took a bunch of messy pots and pans with me home to wash, as usual.

She took the elevator to the 19th floor and saw that her front door was half-open and not closed.

Ye Cheng was filled with doubt.

Just walked to the door.

Ji Lingfeng's clear, low voice drifted out from inside the room.

"Kim Daewoo, can you hurry up!"

He urged in a low voice, clearly showing a hint of impatience.

Upon hearing the name "Kim Daewoo," Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

His body tensed, and he stopped in his tracks.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a man's heavy breathing was heard:

"Okay...okay...almost done!"

Ye Cheng's head buzzed.

???

It froze for a second.

What... what kind of inappropriate dialogue is this?

A bad feeling rushed to the top of my head.

!!!

Oh no, could it be that we've stumbled upon a pair of best buddies having a secret rendezvous?!

The woman didn't have time to stand there in a state of confusion.

He quickly grabbed the pots and pans and disappeared through the doorway, then slipped into the stairwell.

Life is full of surprises and shocks.

Such a small heart, no bigger than a fist, has to bear far too much!

Although she was mentally prepared for this bromance, she was still caught off guard when she personally encountered it today.

In the stairwell, Ye Cheng calmed her surging emotions.

The image of Kim Daewoo, that muscular and strong man, involuntarily popped into my mind.

And there was the man's heavy breathing from just now...

Then I thought of Ji Lingfeng, a handsome man with perfectly sculpted muscles.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

The screen is filled with an aura of male hormones...

She swallowed hard.

I felt my face flush and my heart race.

My heart was filled with the fury of a violent storm.