He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

This young master Zhao is named Zhao Zichen.

He is the second son of the renowned "Shipping King" Zhao family in Jianghai City, and one of the many wealthy second-generation heirs who have recently been pursuing Shen Qingge relentlessly. Although Shen Qingge has never given him a kind look, he firmly believes that "even a strong woman can be won over by persistence," and he comes to deliver flowers every day without fail.

"Need not."

Zhao Zichen took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of captivating eyes, and tossed his hair in what he thought was a cool gesture: "I'll wait for Qingge to come down on this floor. I heard she likes Japanese food, so I specially air-freighted some bluefin tuna from Japan and have already made a reservation at 'Kuchan' next door."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Jiang Che, who was standing beside him.

The main reason was that Jiang Che's "Study Hard" thermos was too eye-catching.

"Hey, who's this?"

Zhao Zichen sized Jiang Che up and down, then scoffed, "Deliverymen are standing at the front desk now? That's really lowering the class of Qingche Building!"

"Young Master Zhao, this gentleman said he was delivering food to President Shen..." Xiao Liu quickly explained, afraid of offending this big spender.

"Delivering food to Qingge?"

Zhao Zichen laughed exaggeratedly, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever: "Hahaha! That's it? A thermos? What's in it? Sauerkraut stew with glass noodles?"

He walked up to Jiang Che and looked down at him with a superior gaze (even though he was half a head shorter than Jiang Che):

"Dude, this isn't the way to pursue Shen Qingge."

"Do you know how much she's worth? Do you know what she eats and wears?"

Zhao Zichen pointed to the roses in his hand, then to the Richard Miller watch on his wrist:

"See this? This bouquet of flowers is worth a year's salary for you. This watch could buy ten thousand of your beat-up lunchboxes."

"One should have self-awareness. Even a toad that wants to eat swan meat should look in the mirror first."

Jiang Che watched him perform quietly, his face showing not anger, but rather a hint of pity for someone who looked like a fool.

"Are you done talking?"

Jiang Che spoke calmly:

"First of all, this doesn't contain sauerkraut stew with glass noodles, it contains braised pork with black truffle."

"Secondly, you have too much pollen, which can easily cause respiratory allergies. I suggest you throw it away."

"third."

Jiang Che stepped forward, releasing a slight aura. The oppressive aura of someone accustomed to a superior position instantly caused Zhao Zichen to take two steps back.

"Stay away from her in the future. She doesn't like greasy food."

"You...who are you calling greasy?!" Zhao Zichen roared in exasperation. "You stinking delivery guy! Believe me or not, I'll have security throw you out!"

"Security! Where's security! Throw him out!"

Several security guards rushed over upon hearing the news, but upon seeing Jiang Che's calm and composed demeanor, they were momentarily too afraid to make a move.

Just as chaos erupted in the lobby.

"bite--"

The doors to the president's private elevator opened.

Shen Qingge walked out gracefully in her high heels.

"Qingge! You're down!"

Zhao Zichen's eyes lit up, and he immediately put on a tender expression, rushing forward with the huge bouquet: "Good afternoon! These are flowers for you! I searched all over the city for these flowers..."

He stood in front of Shen Qingge, hoping to move the goddess.

however.

Shen Qingge didn't even pause for a moment.

She acted as if she didn't see Zhao Zichen or the huge bouquet of flowers, and simply walked past him.

He didn't even give him a glance.

Zhao Zichen's smile froze.

Everyone in the lobby was stunned.

The aloof female CEO walked straight up to the "delivery guy" carrying the insulated bucket.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

She reached out and naturally took the man's arm, a radiant smile blooming on her previously icy face, her voice so sweet it could smack:

"Honey, you're here."

boom--!!!

It was as if a thunderclap had struck the lobby.

The pen in Xiao Liu's hand fell.

The security guard dislocated his jaw.

Zhao Zichen almost dropped the flowers in his hand.

husband? !

Shen Qingge, who is worth hundreds of billions and is known as the "Number One Iceberg in the Jianghai Region," actually calls this man carrying a thermos "husband"?!

"Yes, it's here."

Jiang Che smiled and patted her head, handing her the lunchbox with "Study Hard" printed on it.

"Are you hungry? Eat it while it's hot."

"It's so heavy..." Shen Qingge took the lunchbox, complaining in a spoiled tone, but hugged it tightly. "What delicious food did you make?"

"Braised pork belly, and your favorite stir-fried asparagus."

"Wow! That's awesome!"

The two were oblivious to everyone around them, showing off their affection, and the air around them seemed to turn pink.

"Qing...Qingge..."

Zhao Zichen finally came to his senses. He rushed over unwillingly, pointing at Jiang Che and shouting, "Who...who is he?! You...you're really married?!"

Shen Qingge then turned her head and gave him a cold look.

The coquettishness of a young woman vanished instantly, replaced by a queen-like aura.

"Young Master Zhao."

Shen Qingge tightened her grip on Jiang Che's arm, her tone calm yet firm:

Let me give you a formal introduction.

"This is Jiang Che."

"He is my husband."

"And he's also the real boss of this company."

"What?!"

Zhao Zichen was struck dumb.

The real boss?

That legendary, mysterious tycoon who supposedly swallowed up the Ye and Song families and single-handedly built the Qingche Entertainment empire?!

Is that the man in front of me... carrying the thermos?!

Zhao Zichen stared at Jiang Che, his legs trembling. He had just mocked such an important figure as a toad? And now he was going to kick him out?

"You just said you wanted to treat me to Japanese food?"

Jiang Che looked at Zhao Zichen with a half-smile:

"Sorry, I have a meal cooked by my wife... oh no, I have a meal cooked for my wife."

"As for your flowers..."

Jiang Che waved his hand dismissively:

"It's really greasy. Don't send it anymore; it's bad for the company's image."

After saying that, Jiang Che ignored the clown and, holding Shen Qingge's hand, walked into the president's private elevator in full view of everyone.

Even after the elevator doors closed, the lobby remained deathly silent.

A moment later, a tremendous uproar erupted.

"My God! Is that the legendary General Manager Jiang?!"

"He's so handsome! Even more handsome than a celebrity!"

"The key point is... he actually cooked for President Shen himself! And even delivered it to the company! That's such a spoiling act!"

"Waaaaah, I believe in love again!"

As for Zhao Zichen, he had already slunk away, abandoning the flowers and fleeing with his bodyguards. He knew that from this day forward, he had become a complete laughingstock in the circle of wealthy second-generation individuals in Jianghai City.

……

The CEO's office.

Jiang Che arranged the dishes one by one on the coffee table.

The braised pork belly is a bright red color, rich but not greasy; the asparagus is bright green and refreshing; and there is also a bowl of stewed crucian carp and tofu soup that is milky white.

Although it was just a simple home-cooked meal, in Shen Qingge's eyes it was more precious than a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

"Try it quickly, how's the saltiness?" Jiang Che handed her chopsticks.

Shen Qingge picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth, her eyes squinting with satisfaction: "Delicious! Homemade food tastes the best."

"Eat more if you like it." Jiang Che looked at her. "You've lost weight lately."

"You haven't lost any weight, you've fattened me up," Shen Qingge complained, but her chopsticks didn't stop. "By the way, you weren't angry with Zhao Zichen earlier, were you?"

"Angry?" Jiang Che ladled himself a bowl of soup. "Why get angry at an idiot? I'm not a vinegar jar."

"real?"

Shen Qingge put down her chopsticks, leaned closer to look into his eyes, and smiled slyly:

"But when someone said 'she doesn't like greasy food,' her eyes were really fierce."

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Che, his thoughts exposed, coughed twice in embarrassment: "I was just trying to protect the company's image."

"Yeah?"

Shen Qingge sat on his lap, hooked her arms around his neck, and pressed her forehead against his:

"Mr. Jiang, admit it. You're jealous."

"but……"

Shen Qingge pecked him on the lips:

I really like the way you get jealous.

Jiang Che looked at the alluring woman in his arms, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"President Shen."

His voice deepened: "This is an office. You're playing with fire."

"What's wrong with the office?" Shen Qingge looked at him defiantly. "The door's locked, the curtains' drawn. And..."

She leaned close to Jiang Che's ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"I'm the boss, I can do whatever I want."

Jiang Che's eyes darkened.

You delivered this to me yourself.

He suddenly grabbed the back of Shen Qingge's head, taking the initiative and deepening the kiss.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the intertwined figures of the two.

The documents on the desk were pushed aside, and the braised pork was still steaming, but no one had time to eat it.

……

Much later.

Shen Qingge straightened her clothes, her face as red as a ripe apple, and sat on the sofa to eat obediently.

Jiang Che stood by the window with a refreshed expression, looking at the bustling traffic below.

"Oh, right."

Shen Qingge suddenly remembered something: "Xiao Ruan has a parent-teacher conference this Friday. Could you go?"

"Parent-teacher conference?" Jiang Che turned around. "Why is it another parent-teacher conference? Didn't I just get scolded last time?"

"This is a school-wide mobilization meeting, and a parent representative is also required to speak," Shen Qingge said somewhat helplessly. "I have a multinational video conference that day and really can't get away. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you."

"OK."

Jiang Che nodded: "Anyway, I haven't been to school for 'education' in a long time. I might as well go and see if that girl has been slacking off lately."

"However..." Jiang Che changed the subject, "I need to keep a low profile this time. That Volvo last time was too conspicuous. I'll take the subway instead."

Shen Qingge: "..."

Honey, do you have some misunderstanding about what "low-key" means?

A billionaire taking the subway to a parent-teacher meeting? If this gets out, it'll probably be trending on social media – "Shocking! President of Sky Capital goes bankrupt and takes the subway?!"

"Forget it, you should just drive that van." Shen Qingge sighed, "At least you'll look like a normal celebrity's family member."

"Yes, my dear wife."

Jiang Che walked over and kissed her forehead:

"Have a rest after dinner. I'll pick you up from get off work tonight."

"it is good."

Watching Jiang Che's departing figure, Shen Qingge's heart was filled with sweetness.

This is the life she wants.

Outside, she is a powerful and influential businesswoman.

In his presence, she was always a pampered little girl.

Even a simple bowl of braised pork becomes the most exquisite delicacy in the world because of love.

...

...

On a weekend morning, Jianghai City was blessed with a rare bright sunshine.

Although the temperature was still hovering around zero degrees Celsius, the golden sunlight shone on the lake surface of the "Clear Lane" manor, making it sparkle and look as beautiful as a flowing oil painting.

In the open kitchen of the main building, Jiang Che was looking at the open double-door refrigerator with a troubled expression.

The refrigerator was huge, a top-of-the-line built-in Sub-Zero with an astonishing capacity. But at this moment, apart from a few bottles of Evian water and half a lonely lemon, it was so empty that a mouse could run inside.

"Brother... I'm hungry..."

Su Xiaoruan, with her hair a mess and wearing that Pikachu onesie, floated over like a ghost, peering into the refrigerator: "Have we gone bankrupt? How come we don't even have an egg?"

"Bankruptcy is not the case." Jiang Che closed the refrigerator door and sighed helplessly. "We just came back from Kunlun a few days ago. I gave the housekeeper and the chef team a week of paid leave so they could go home and be with their wives and children."

"Oh? What are we going to eat then?" Su Xiaoruan wailed in despair. "Are we going to have to order takeout again? I want your sweet and sour pork ribs, braised lion's head meatballs, and boiled fish!"

At this moment, Shen Qingge also came down. She was wearing a white yoga outfit, obviously having just finished her morning exercise. She had a graceful figure and firm skin, but her face also carried a hint of hungry anticipation.

"Honey, I want to eat your cooking too." Shen Qingge hugged Jiang Che from behind, rubbing her chin against his shoulder. "Takeout is too oily, it's not good."

What could Jiang Che say when he saw these two hungry "money-devouring beasts," one big and one small?

"OK."

Jiang Che glanced at the beautiful weather outside the window, a smile playing on his lips:

"Since everyone wants to eat, let's not just sit idly by."

"Change your clothes, let's go buy some goods."

"Buying goods?" Su Xiaoruan's eyes lit up. "Where to? Paris or Milan?"

"Let's go to Sam's Club," Jiang Che tapped her head. "Let's go grocery shopping!"

……

At 10:00 AM, at the entrance of a large warehouse membership supermarket (Sam's Club) in Jianghai City.

Although it was the weekend, it was still early, so the crowds weren't overwhelming. Even so, the parking lot was already full of cars, and the area was bustling with activity, brimming with the vibrant energy of everyday life.

A black Toyota Alphard minivan was discreetly parked in the corner.

The car door opened.

Three fully armed "weirdos" came down.

The man walking in the middle was tall and straight, wearing a long black down jacket, a baseball cap, and a black mask, revealing only a pair of deep and beautiful eyes.

The woman on the left was wearing the same white down jacket and a thick cashmere scarf. Although she was covered up completely, her walking posture and the exposed half of her fair ankle still exuded elegance.

The one on the right is the most outrageous. Not only is he wearing a hat and mask, but he's also wearing huge sunglasses, wrapping himself up like a dumpling, and looking around furtively.

"Xiao Ruan, you're just attracting more attention like this, aren't you?" Jiang Che looked at Su Xiao Ruan helplessly. "Take off your sunglasses. Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors? Are you a blind masseuse?"

"No way! I'm a top star! I have to maintain my image!" Su Xiaoruan said nervously in a low voice, "What if I get recognized and it causes a stampede?"

"You're overthinking it," Jiang Che bluntly exposed her. "This supermarket is full of elderly people scrambling to grab discounted beef; who has time to look at you?"

The three of them pushed a huge shopping cart and officially entered the battlefield.

Upon entering, a warm current of aromas mingled with the scents of roasted chicken, sweet baking, and fresh fruit greets you. The enormous shelves and mountains of merchandise create a strong visual impact and ignite a strong desire to buy.

Wow!! So much food!

Su Xiaoruan instantly forgot she was a female celebrity and rushed towards the snack area like a husky that had broken free of its reins.

"Slow down!"

Jiang Che shook his head and turned to look at Shen Qingge: "What? Has President Shen never been to a place like this before?"

Looking at the bustling crowd around her, Shen Qingge's eyes were full of curiosity: "I've never been here before. My assistant used to buy everything and have it delivered to my home, or I would just go to a restaurant to eat. This feeling of pushing a cart and choosing things myself... it's quite unique."

"That's what we call the warmth of everyday life."

Jiang Che took her hand (even though she was wearing gloves) and strode towards the fresh produce section:

"Come on, let me show you what real 'thriftiness' really means."

……

First stop: the beef section.

This is the most competitive area in the entire supermarket. A group of elderly people are gathered around the refrigerated display case, pointing and selecting the best cuts of freshly stocked Australian grain-fed beef.

"This piece won't do; it's too fatty."

"That piece is a bit dark in color, it's not fresh."

Jiang Che pushed the cart and squeezed in.

Unlike the others who rummaged through things randomly, he scanned the area with keen eyes.

His superb culinary skills enabled him to instantly identify his target by improving his ingredient identification abilities.

"Excuse me, thank you."

Jiang Che sidestepped through the crowd, reached into the back of the freezer, and pulled out a box of ribeye steak that had been pressed down underneath.

"This one is good."

Jiang Che handed the steak to Shen Qingge: "Look at this marbling, it's evenly distributed, like marble. And the meat is firm, it springs back quickly when pressed. This is a standard M5+ grade, but the label says M3, so the stocker probably made a mistake. We made a profit on this box."

"Really?" Shen Qingge looked at the price tag: 298 yuan.

For her, who usually spends tens of thousands of yuan on a single meal, this price was practically free. But seeing Jiang Che's smug expression of "finding a treasure," she couldn't help but feel happy too.

"My husband is amazing!" Shen Qingge praised without reservation.

An older woman nearby, who was overwhelmed by the choices, overheard this, glanced over, and immediately gave a thumbs up: "Young man, you're an expert! This is truly a gem! You managed to find it even though it was hidden so well!"

"That's right, Auntie, buying meat depends on fate," Jiang Che replied with a smile, his tone so familiar that it sounded like he was a seasoned veteran of the market.

Next, Jiang Che led Shen Qingge through the seafood and vegetable sections.

"The tips of this asparagus are tight, it hasn't flowered, and it's very tender."

"This salmon looks red, but the texture is broken, it's not fresh, don't buy it."

"This bag of onions... never mind, I'll buy them in bulk. One of these onions is spoiled."

Shen Qingge followed behind, watching Jiang Che skillfully compare prices, select cherries, and even discuss their origin with the stock clerk. She suddenly felt that this man, worth hundreds of billions and who held absolute power in Europe, was exceptionally charming at this moment.

He can both control the changing world and haggle over a mere dollar difference.

This sense of security, grounded in reality, cannot be bought with any amount of wealth.

……

Second stop: Snack area (the worst affected area).

When Jiang Che and Shen Qingge pushed their cart full of healthy ingredients into the snack section, they were met with a scene that left them bewildered.

Su Xiaoruan was carrying three huge buckets of popcorn, and her shopping cart was already piled high with potato chips, spicy strips, jelly, chocolate... piled up like a small mountain.

"Su! Little! Soft!"

Jiang Che's temple throbbed: "Are you planning to open a convenience store at home? This is all junk food! A veritable explosion of trans fats!"

"Brother! This isn't trash! This is my spiritual nourishment!"

Su Xiaoruan clung tightly to the shopping cart, her face filled with a tragic air: "I'm a senior in high school! The pressure is immense! I'll get depressed if I don't eat something sweet! Besides, these are all family-sized packs, it's a great deal!"

"A good deal?"

Jiang Che casually picked up a bag of potato chips that looked about the size of a pillow and shook it:

"This bag of potato chips is 70% air. Are you buying air?"

"And these spicy strips," Jiang Che pointed to the bucket of bright red stuff. "Eating too much of this will give you pimples. Don't you have to film 'GG' next week? Do you want to go to see the director with a face full of pimples?"

"Waaaah... But I want to eat it..." Su Xiaoruan immediately put on an Oscar-worthy performance.

Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up but not falling, making her look extremely aggrieved.

"Sister-in-law...look at my brother...he's abusing me...I've been doing math problems at school until I'm bald, and he won't even buy me a bag of spicy snacks when we finally get out of the house..."

That one word, "sister-in-law," melted Shen Qingge's heart.

"Alright, alright, let's buy some." Shen Qingge immediately switched sides, tugging at Jiang Che's sleeve. "The child studies hard, it's okay to eat a little bit now and then. Just let her run a few more laps when we get back."

"Just keep spoiling her."

Jiang Che sighed helplessly and began to implement "macroeconomic control":

"Keep only one bucket of popcorn. Keep two bags of potato chips. Spicy strips... replace with beef jerky. You can buy jelly, but it must be the zero-calorie kind."

"Huh? The beef jerky is so hard..."

"Don't want it? Then put it all back." Jiang Che pretended to push the cart away.

"Yes, yes, yes! I want it!" Su Xiaoruan quickly gave in, "Beef jerky is fine too! As long as it's meat!"

After some intense bargaining, Su Xiaoruan's "mountain of snacks" was reduced by half, but she still had a good harvest. Holding the bucket of hard-earned popcorn, she laughed like a 200-pound child.

……

Third stop: Dairy products section (final battle).

Just as the three were about to pay the bill, a commotion suddenly broke out ahead.

"Quick! Buy one get one free on yogurt! Limited time offer: ten minutes only!"

"That imported Greek yogurt! It usually costs over a hundred yuan a case!"

At the clerk's shout, the once quiet aisle instantly erupted in chaos. Dozens of elderly men and women pushed their carts and rushed forward like soldiers charging into battle.

"Yogurt?" Shen Qingge's eyes lit up. "That brand of yogurt is delicious, it's a perfect match for fruit salad."

"Want some?" Jiang Che asked.

"Hmm... but there are too many people, let's forget it." Shen Qingge looked at the dense crowd and hesitated.

"If my wife wants to drink it, I'll go through fire and water for her."