Trouble? Are you referring to him?

This was the first time someone had described him like this, and Chu Xing raised his head with a cold face.

Song Mai, sitting opposite him, looked completely innocent, showing no trace of her earlier harsh words: "Why are you here?"

Can't I come? Chu Xing wanted to ask.

But Zheng Yao's gaze was too intense, almost like that of those socialites who wanted to devour him whole.

Looking back at the bland Songmai, it actually looks much better now.

"Let's go downstairs and talk."

The two walked out of the building, and Chu Xing got straight to the point: "I've been fired from the company."

Song Mai didn't quite catch on.

Something happened right after they got their marriage certificate?

That wasn't all. Chu Xing continued, "I'm currently short of money, so I'd like to stay at your place."

Song Mai's brows furrowed even more deeply.

The claim of being short of money was obviously a lie; it was simply to fulfill the old man's request.

Of course, it would be even better if she could refuse, then there would be no need for a trial marriage period, and they could get married and divorced on the same day.

Looking at her expression, Chu Xing finally felt that he had turned the tables.

Song Mai was naturally caught off guard.

Everything was fine an hour ago, and now they've resigned and gone bankrupt?

If I hadn't trusted Grandpa Chu, I would have thought it was a honey trap.

"If it doesn't work, then forget it."

Chu Xing was certain that the divorce was just one step away, and he would soon be free again.

Song Mai finally spoke.

"It's not impossible."

This time it was Chu Xing's turn to be surprised.

He was broke, yet this woman was still willing to help him?

Song Mai calmly added, "But you'll have to sleep on the sofa."

The rented apartment is a one-bedroom, one-living room unit.

Although they were married in name only, they had no emotional foundation, and she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Chu Xing.

Chu Xing's face remained calm, but his mind was still reeling.

If I really went bankrupt, how could this woman still be willing to take me in?

He examined Song Mai's half-up face, which was still calm, but seemed to have something more to it.

Song Mai felt uneasy under his gaze, thinking to herself that he had come at just the right time.

In case Liu Weiqiang comes to harass us again, at least there will be someone at home.

"Then it's settled."

Chu Xing didn't say much, and after a while he just hummed in agreement.

Just then, the company was closing time, and a group of people came out. The leader was Zheng Yao, who deliberately humiliated her, saying, "Song Mai, you're quite good at seducing men."

The colleagues behind him, emboldened, began to discuss the matter.

“Song Mai, the man who was looking for you just came here, and you two were still arguing. It doesn’t seem to be him.”

"Who doesn't like handsome guys? It's just that Song Mai didn't like him."

"Hey handsome, don't be fooled by Song Mai's honest appearance."

Chu Xing's gaze swept over the group of people around him, his brows furrowed.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt a pair of hands reach into his arms and hold him.

Chu Xing disliked physical contact and lowered his head, intending to pull away.

"Give me some face, give me some face..." Song Mai was nervous for the first time.

Considering that she was willing to take him in, Chu Xing stared at the top of her head resting on his shoulder and decided to give her that face.

"They didn't take it?" Song Mai was also a little surprised.

But despite the amused looks from her colleagues, she remained calm and asked, "Honey, did you bring our marriage certificate?"

Husband? Zheng Yao's face instantly turned pale and then purple. So handsome, is he even real?

No one around believed him; they all sneered.

Thinking of the suit he wore that afternoon still in the Maybach, Chu Xing shook his head: "I didn't bring it with me. What's wrong?"

The surrounding chatter abruptly ceased.

"He's your husband?" Zheng Yao was the first to scream, her face filled with disbelief: "Song Mai, you?"

Everyone around was also surprised, but this time it was directed at Zheng Yao.

"Didn't you say Song Mai was eager to get married? Well, she's already married now."

"What do you mean by 'older single woman'? Her husband is so handsome!"

"You're not just jealous of her, are you?"

Public opinion can reverse that quickly.

Watching the dogs fight, Song Mai took the initiative to let go of him and whispered, "Thank you."

Chu Xing glanced at her and felt that her image had become even more unpredictable.

"Um, you don't have a car, right?"

Song Mai suddenly asked, and Chu Xing didn't react for a moment, so he just said "hmm".

"Then take my seat."

Chu Xing followed the direction she was pointing and saw a small pink electric scooter parked quietly there.

"This isn't safe," Chu Xing frowned, his eyes showing considerable disdain.

“I have a helmet.” Song Mai first put one on his head.

The same powder was handed to him, and Chu Xing wanted to turn around and leave.

Song Mai almost laughed, but held it back and tried to keep her tone steady: "You'll have to wear it for a while."

Chu Xing buttoned the button with a dark face, and Song Mai finally let out a soft "pfft" in her heart.

[They're actually quite cute...]

Beneath the pink helmet, Chu Xing's brows were furrowed tightly.

Once they sat in the back seat, they both noticed a problem.

"Your legs are so long."

Everyone complains that my legs are too short, but this is the first time in my life that someone has complained about my legs being too long.

Chu Xing bent his leg, barely managing to place his toes on the protruding nuts on both sides of the electric scooter.

They sped along at breakneck speed, their appearance quite comical.

"By the way, how come you don't even have a place to stay?"

Chu Xing lied without changing his expression, "I was originally staying in the company dormitory temporarily."

"So it was only after I was expelled that..." Song Mai stopped, feeling that what she was about to say would be hurtful.

Department stores and supermarkets are also busiest during the off-get off work hours.

Chu Xing took off his helmet, startling a passing middle-aged woman: "I really don't understand young people these days, a grown man wearing pink."

Chu Xing didn't want to say a word.

If it weren't for Song Mai, he wouldn't have needed to experience any of this.

He stood up, his face dark, and walked into the supermarket first.

Long legs were a bit hard to catch, so Song Mai jogged a few steps. "Do you have pajamas?"

After saying that, she felt her question was redundant. When he came to find her, he hadn't brought an outer garment, let alone anything underneath.

"Let me go buy you some clothes first."

She didn't have much money in her pocket, but she couldn't just stand by and watch the person she had just married encounter difficulties.

She could never do something like that.

Chu Xing had never been to a place like this before. He followed behind Song Mai, picking up a piece of men's clothing from time to time and holding it up against himself.

He was tall and handsome, and stood out like a star in the department store. The shop assistants all greeted him, making it a lively and bustling place.

Unfortunately, the clothes in the department store weren't made of good materials, and Chu Xing frowned deeply.

"You're so picky even when you're broke..." Song Mai couldn't help but reprimand him: "You're having financial difficulties right now, just make do for now."

Chu Xing thought of his Italian custom-made suits; even a scrap of fabric could tell they were expensive.

He had no intention of showing off his wealth in front of Song Mai, so he decided to keep quiet.

Unfortunately, Chu Xing still felt a little uncomfortable wearing these clothes.

Song Mai was picking out clothes with her back to him, and she was also thinking.

[After all, he's in sales; image is important. Besides, Grandpa Chu certainly wouldn't want his grandson to be so down on his luck. Sigh, maybe I should hold off on getting a new phone and buy a nice suit instead.]

Song Mai wasn't reluctant to part with them, so she simply picked out two sets made of good fabric and handed them to Chu Xing.

"Give it a try."

She looked up and met Chu Xing's slightly unnatural expression for the first time.