Jiang Yunzhi's gaze toward Yan Wenjing gradually took on a different meaning.

Butler Chen kindly reminded her, "Madam, your marriage to your husband is just an arranged one. I advise you not to get involved. Your husband doesn't like others bothering him."

Jiang Yunzhi, of course, understood this and gave an "OK" sign.

"I understand."

Marriage alliances are essentially about working for a powerful figure and becoming a respectable CEO's wife.

She's a professional and ethical tool; she wouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

Even if they ever get the idea, we'll nip it in the bud for the sake of ten million a month.

She has a very clear career plan. During the marriage, she worked diligently as a CEO's wife and a high-paid employee.

Even if the marriage ends, the money is already in hand, ensuring a stable and happy life for the rest of your days.

When reading, Jiang Yunzhi reads quickly, especially Yan Wenjing, who is only briefly mentioned in the background; she glances over him at a glance.

The original text describes a powerful figure having a childhood sweetheart who was fostered by the Yan family from a young age and is known in Beijing's social circles as "the little princess of the Yan family."

Little Green Plum went abroad.

Jiang Yunzhi had instantly imagined hundreds of thousands of words about the past between the big boss and her childhood sweetheart.

Some readers speculated that the big shot had suffered a heartbreak, which is why he sealed his heart with cement, becoming indifferent and abstinent.

She's already got someone else in her heart, and she won't do something like poaching someone else's girlfriend.

However, even a man who is handsome, wealthy, mature, stable, and gentlemanly can be unattainable.

That trash author deserves to be punished!

...

Jiang Yunzhi happily changed her clothes, then shuffled downstairs in her slippers, turning around twice: "How's this one? Does it look good?"

"Beautiful, beautiful." Butler Chen kept nodding and praising.

My wife is really very lively.

Jiang Yunzhi picked out her clothes, put on light makeup, and went downstairs, only to find Yan Wenjing looking at her calmly.

She picked up her bag, her dark eyes sparkling, and went over to him, saying, "Thank you for the clothes."

There was also a faint, sweet fragrance on her body.

Yan Wenjing met her gaze, his handsome brows furrowing slightly, but he still spoke gently, "You're welcome."

"You are Mrs. Yan."

He referred to Mrs. Yan, not his wife.

Jiang Yunzhi didn't take it to heart.

When Butler Chen saw her holding the master's hand, his heart skipped a beat. He urged her to leave and asked the driver to take her.

Then, she skillfully handed Yan Wenjing a handkerchief.

Like most domineering CEOs, the husband dislikes physical contact and has a very serious case of mysophobia. His wife has just offended him.

Because of the Yan family's upbringing, the husband would not express his dislike to her face, and his tolerance for his newlywed wife far exceeded that of outsiders.

But Butler Chen knew that the master would never allow such a transgression to happen again.

Otherwise, the gentleman will really get angry.

Yan Wenjing's fingers had distinct knuckles and were very beautiful. He took a handkerchief and wiped them clean little by little.

He took his phone out of his pocket and opened his WeChat chat with Jiang Yunzhi.

Typing: We are just an arranged marriage, let's maintain boundaries and avoid any unnecessary physical contact.

My thumb was just about to press send.

Suddenly, three emojis appeared on the screen.

Jiang Yunzhi: [Puppy spinning in circles.jpg]

Jiang Yunzhi: [Little Bear Bug Setting Off Fireworks.jpg]

Jiang Yunzhi: [Thank you, God of Wealth.jpg]

Yan Wenjing paused, his dark eyes deep and thoughtful.

A few seconds later, I deleted the message, exited WeChat, and put my phone back in my pocket.

Jiang Yunzhi on the other side: ?

She clearly saw "The other party is typing..."

What happened? There was no follow-up.

As expected, the big boss's thoughts are hard to fathom.

...

Cloud Restaurant.

Jiang Ceheng sat at the dining table, scrolling through his phone listlessly.