Chen Cixiu thought he would be living in a villa, surrounded by servants, and wouldn't need to do laundry or cook. He would just sleep and eat, eat and sleep, and happily spend every day eating, drinking, and having fun.

But Jiang Yu drove him to a residential complex, a four-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, which was decorated very warmly.

When Chen Cixiu entered the house, he saw that it was neat and tidy, without a single mess, which showed that Jiang Yu was a clean person.

He chuckled softly. It seemed he'd been reading too many novels. All those female CEOs were icebergs, their homes devoid of any warmth or life. His wealthy wife was rich enough, the president of the Jiang Group, one of the top three companies in the country, yet she could say something like, "If you want a divorce, I'm not really keen on agreeing."

Icebergs and such are completely unrelated.

Because Jiang Yu wanted to be a good host, she took the bag directly from his hand and carried it even after entering the house. Just as Chen Cixiu was about to ask where he was sleeping, he saw Jiang Yu carrying his bag into the next room, which was clearly the master bedroom.

"That?" Chen Cixiu called out. Jiang Yu turned around, looking somewhat confused. He continued, "We're sleeping together?"

Jiang Yu's eyes were filled with an unusual determination. "If we don't sleep together, how can we be considered husband and wife? My parents come over to cook for me from time to time. If we don't sleep together, they will think that I'm just going through the motions."

After saying that, he put his bag in the master bedroom without paying any attention, poked his head out from the doorway and asked, "Hang your clothes yourself, I'll cook."

Chen Cixiu looked at the introduction on his phone. The introduction said that Jiang Yu was suspected of having facial paralysis, never smiled, was meticulous in her work, and even disliked men.

This is completely unrelated; she even wants to cook herself.

Chen Cixiu was a little skeptical. Would a busy and powerful woman like Jiang Yu cook for herself?

With a skeptical mind, Chen Cixiu said, "How about I cook?"

Jiang Yu looked at him and asked, "Are you doubting my skills?"

Yes.

But Chen Cixiu didn't dare to say what he really felt. If Jiang Yu were his wife, whom he dated and married, he could have blurted out "yes." But Jiang Yu wasn't. She wasn't just a wife he'd only met twice before getting married; she was also his boss.

Because of Jiangbei University's reputation and my own resume, I was able to get a successful interview for a financial analyst assistant position, which was still an internship. Offending my immediate supervisor would be the most unwise thing to do.

Therefore, Chen Cixiu forcefully suppressed this suspicion.

After packing his clothes, Chen Cixiu finally got to properly explore his little home.

Four bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, two bathrooms, and one balcony.

The room opposite the master bedroom was turned into a study. The study was simply furnished with a table, bookshelf, chair, and a computer.

Jiang Yu converted the adjacent secondary bedroom into a walk-in closet.

The last room contained a bed and a wardrobe, which was probably where her parents stayed when they came to stay.

Chen Cixiu opened the refrigerator. The food inside was fresh, clearly added that morning. It was unlikely that Jiang Yu would add the food herself; the nanny had probably bought it.

Out of sheer boredom, I originally wanted to turn on my phone and play games, but President Jiang was cooking, so it wouldn't be right for me to play games there.

So he simply went to the kitchen doorway and stood there watching Jiang Yu cook.

He announced that his earlier doubts could be completely dispelled; Jiang Yu really was a good cook.

The moment the fragrance wafted out, his attention was entirely on Jiang Yu, who was now dressed in professional attire.

If it weren't for the apron on her chest, who would imagine that such a big CEO like her is cooking?

When Jiang Yu put the stir-fried dishes on a plate, Chen Cixiu, who wasn't oblivious to the work, went over and carried the plate to the dining table before she could pick it up.

Jiang Yu smiled slightly; she liked people who were alive and well.

Such people are usually not too bad.

Because it's a fast cooker, the rice is ready in twenty minutes.

The two sat around the dining table, and Chen Cixiu said to Jiang Yu, "I'm sorry, I still doubted your cooking skills."

"It's okay. A lot of people doubt it. I can cook because I learned it when I was studying abroad. I didn't like the food abroad, so I learned to cook it myself, and that's how I learned," Jiang Yu said nonchalantly.

After she finished speaking, she changed the subject, "If you just come with me like this, won't your uncle and aunt have a bad impression of me?"

Thinking of his parents' faces, Chen Cixiu said somewhat confusedly, "I don't know either."

Jiang Yu's eyes darted around a few times, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Cixiu thought for a moment and said to Jiang Yu, "Shouldn't we keep our marriage a secret for a while? After all, I still need to work at your company, and if they find out we're married..."

Jiang Yu didn't say anything, but after putting a piece of meat on his plate, she asked, "Should we add a computer or something to your study? I saw online that what guys want most is a gaming room."

"No need for that."

Chen Cixiu never expected that he and Jiang Yu would go that far; he himself was a little apprehensive about this marriage.

It's hard to say how long it will last; a whirlwind marriage is definitely not a reliable one.

Moreover, it was the kind of marriage where neither set of parents had ever met.

"It's alright, I'll take care of it. Let's eat first."

After the meal, Chen Cixiu washed the dishes. Jiang Yu originally wanted to wash them herself, but Chen Cixiu couldn't do it so easily.

He felt bad if Jiang Yu was asked to wash the dishes after the other person had cooked for him and he was staying at their house.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two sat on the sofa and, quite tacitly, fell silent.

Everyone was staring at their phones. Chen Cixiu didn't even know what he was doing looking at his phone; he was just a little dazed.

Jiang Yu was different. She sat there tapping on her phone, seemingly on something, and then suddenly pulled out a configuration file to show Chen Cixiu.

The top-of-the-line computer configuration left Chen Cixiu speechless.

It wasn't that he didn't have the money to buy it; it was just that Jiang Yu suddenly showed it to him, clearly indicating that she wanted to buy it for him.

"No need, I have a computer at home, I can just bring it over." Chen Cixiu wanted to refuse.

Jiang Yu replied, "You'll have to go home eventually, and it'll be better to have computers in both places. I've already messaged my assistant, and she'll bring people over tomorrow to turn the study into a gaming room. I'm not just buying it for you; I bought one for myself too."

Chen Cixiu was somewhat speechless; what simple and unadorned words!

He never imagined that one day he would be living off a woman.

After Jiang Yu finished doing all this, she suddenly fell silent, unsure of what to say.

In the end, all I could say was, "I'm going to take a shower."

Chen Cixiu: “???”

No, Mr. Jiang, do you know how damaging it is for someone with your physique to suggest going to take a bath in front of a young, vigorous man?