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

After stopping the bleeding, Ye Cheng took a deep breath and stuffed two wads of tissue into her nose.

Then I cheered myself up.

I've seen all kinds of men on screen; this one is just a real, flesh-and-blood human being.

Be strong, Ye Cheng, stay strong, you can do it!

When Ji Lingfeng came out of the bathroom, he had already changed his clothes and was holding a cup of hot brown sugar ginger water.

"I think you should need this, right?"

The man stared at her with a half-smile in his eyes, his well-defined muscles faintly visible beneath his loungewear.

The woman blushed as she took the cup, then turned and went inside.

Not only that, she also needs to recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra!

As she reached the door, she turned back and called out to the man, "By the way, my husband next door, thank you for your three treasures."

"My neighbor's husband..."

Looking at the closed door, Ji Lingfeng murmured, savoring the moment.

The man pursed his lips, and a smile curved upwards at the corners of his mouth.

……

Late at night, in a hotel in Shenzhen.

A petite woman and a tall, strong man walked hand in hand out of the elevator.

At the end of the corridor, the woman gently pulled the man by the tie as they slowly entered the room.

The room was dark, and the two of them gazed at each other affectionately in the dim light.

A subtle, ambiguous atmosphere spread through the air.

The woman tiptoed first and gave the man a light, fleeting kiss on the cheek.

A burning flame blazed in the man's eyes, his breathing quickened, and the next second, without hesitation, he reached out and held the woman's petite body in his arms, lowering his head to cover his lips with hers.

Hot kisses rained down on the woman's earlobes and neck, then slowly slid down to her cheeks and lips.

The woman's eyes were closed, and her body trembled slightly.

Their hot breaths, tinged with the smell of alcohol, mingled together, leaving only panting and a sense of eroticism in the room.

……

"and many more!"

The man on the bed suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong..." the woman asked breathlessly.

"Aren't we...aren't we moving a little too fast?"

The man's voice was somewhat hesitant.

The woman chuckled and playfully asked, "Da Bao, how old are you this year?"

"thirty."

The man answered honestly.

"He's already considered an older single man, and you're saying he's fast?"

The woman gave a soft moan and reached out to hook her arm around the man's neck.

……

"and many more!"

The man suddenly stopped moving again.

"what happened again?"

The woman was breathing slightly heavily, with a hint of impatience.

"Xin Xin, it seems like this... is a bit irresponsible of me to you."

The man voiced his question once again.

The woman sighed softly and asked lazily, "Da Bao, tell me, do you like me?"

"like."

The man answered without even thinking.

"That's good, I like you too... Da Bao, hold me tighter..."

The woman whispered, her charming voice carrying a deadly allure.

She reached out and hooked her arm around the man's neck again.

……

"and many more!"

The man stopped moving again, seemingly annoyed.

The woman sighed in the darkness:

Why did Da Bao do this?

Men are always on edge.

"Xin Xin, I...I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I...I don't think I'm ready to be a dad yet."

"Da Bao, if you win the lottery when you're thirty, you should be thrilled!"

The woman couldn't wait any longer and flipped over, pinning the man beneath her.

……

The next morning.

After Ye Cheng got up and washed up, she opened the door and was greeted by a strong smell of burning.

not good!

Could it be that they forgot to turn off the stove and burned something?

She rushed into the kitchen.

Ji Lingfeng stood in front of the gas stove with a dark expression, and in the frying pan was a pot of fried eggs as dark as his face.

"How did it get so blurry?"

Ye Cheng stared in surprise at the large, dark, unidentified object in the trash can.

How many eggs did he burn?!

"There's something wrong with this stove!"

The man replied coldly with a stern face, then "whoosh" dumped the pot of black eggs into the trash can.

Ye Cheng grinned speechlessly.

You blame the stove for being faulty, but why don't you blame the eggs?

"Fry eggs over low heat; if the heat is too high, they'll burn."

She knew that Grandpa Ji's eldest grandson couldn't cook, but she didn't expect him to be unable to even make a simple fried egg.

How exactly did he grow up?

"If you can't do it, I'll do it."

Ye Cheng disdainfully went to get the pot.

She was hoping a man would learn to fry stinky tofu from her; she'd be lucky if he didn't blow up her stall.

Ji Lingfeng walked away looking aggrieved.

This grown man, seeing that his wife was not feeling well, wanted to try to make her a simple breakfast on his own.

He clearly learned how to fry tofu the day he did it!

Surely he can't be stumped by frying an egg!

The result really stumped him.

"You can't even make a simple fried egg? Have you been eating gutter oil all the time?"

Ye Cheng scolded the man while washing the pot.

It's amazing how someone who eats gutter oil can grow up to be so tall and handsome!

Ji Lingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth.

I should have known better than to be so reckless and told Butler Yang to have the kitchen prepare breakfast and send it over.

The man suddenly remembered that he had also cooked oatmeal with milk.

Of course, this was also the first time he had ever done it.

Oatmeal and milk are easy to make; anyone can do it.

"Oh, right, I made oatmeal with milk."

Ji Lingfeng confidently reached out and lifted the lid of another pot on the stove.

I was dumbfounded when I opened it.

what happened? !

He had only poured in half a pot of oatmeal, but now it was a full pot, almost lifting the lid off.

Upon closer inspection, he realized this was different from what he usually ate!

Why does it look like a rock?!

Ye Cheng glanced at it and burst out laughing.

"Is this the milk cereal you made?"

She picked up a fork and poked it into the cereal, lifting the whole hard lump of cereal and presenting it to Ji Lingfeng.

"Do you think it's harder, or is it harder than a brick?"

Ji Lingfeng's ears turned red.

Milk oatmeal with a fried egg – isn't this a lazy person's breakfast that anyone with hands can make?

How come it all turned into a complete mess in his hands!

The man suddenly remembered that saying:

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

……

Kim Daewoo jolted awake from his sleep.

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room.

It felt like I was lying on a big bed in a hotel.

A ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and fell directly on his face.

He squinted, instinctively trying to turn over, only to find a soft, boneless arm draped over him.

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

I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing any clothes.

Yes, they didn't even have underwear.

The woman sleeping next to him was also completely naked, her warm breath almost touching him.

The passionate and unrestrained scenes from last night quickly flashed back into my mind.

They first watched a movie, then went to a bar for a couple of drinks.

The woman was very talkative, and the two chatted for a long time, getting along very well. They even exchanged nicknames on WeChat.

Slightly tipsy and overcome with passion, they both tacitly wanted to do something, and in the end, they held hands and went into a hotel.

Everything happened so naturally.

But it was so fast that it felt like a dream.

Yesterday I was envious of the romance of the CEO and his wife strolling down the street, but I ended up overtaking them on a curve.

I'm a little ashamed!

……

small theater:

Ji Lingfeng: Family, does anyone understand?! My secretary has already overtaken everyone else, and I'm still stuck in the same place!

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