The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 93: Pampering the Wife, Big and Sweet

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Pampering the Wife, Big and Sweet

"We only have a year’s marriage contract, Mr. Lu, I’m not obligated to explain everything to you, am I?"

Jiang Man’s dark eyes sparkled with a hint of provocation.

Yu Qing was Wen Jingya’s roommate. Jiang Man had no quarrel with Yu Qing, but it was unmistakable that Wen Jingya instigated Yu Qing to expose her.

If it weren’t for Lu Xingzhou, would she have encountered so many annoying and vexing issues?

There’s a debtor for every grievance, and she naturally intended to settle accounts with Wen Jingya and Yu Qing, but Lu Xingzhou could not escape involvement either.

The boss’s eyebrows bore the look of someone who hated not just the crow, but the entire roof, primarily embodying cold ruthlessness.

Lu Xingzhou felt somewhat dazed, his heart as if blocked by a huge stone, extremely uncomfortable.

Although his one-year marriage term with Jiang Man was a fact and something originally agreed upon by both of them,

as time passed, he found himself wavering.

But it seemed Jiang Man hadn’t?

"I will thoroughly investigate the person who made the post." After thinking it over, Lu Xingzhou could suddenly understand the reason behind Jiang Man’s cold demeanor.

He and his grandmother had sent Jiang Man to school, only for her to be exposed upon arrival.

Girls have thin skins— who would enjoy being criticized and labeled as someone backed by a sugar daddy, admitted to school through connections?

"Actually, there’s another more effective method," Lu Xingzhou pondered for a moment, his dark eyes lifting.

They just needed to go public with their relationship.

Let the whole world know that Jiang Man was his, Lu Xingzhou’s wife, and see who would dare accuse her of having a sugar daddy or slander her as being kept and supported.

"No need, I can handle it myself," Jiang Man was uninterested in Lu Xingzhou’s solution.

Given Lu Xingzhou’s capabilities, he would likely resort to using his status and authority to oppress others, forcing them to be silent through social inequality.

But at the end of the day, people would still feel discontent.

She didn’t want that kind of solution.

She wanted to earn their genuine respect and silence them once and for all.

Jiang Man’s expression was aloof, her eyes exceptionally cold.

Lu Xingzhou instantly felt a sense of defeat, released his arms, and returned to his own seat.

Having a wife too independent and capable made him, the husband, feel utterly superfluous.

Earlier, his grandmother had said he wasn’t worthy of Jiang Man, which he hadn’t taken seriously at the time.

Now, however, he felt there was some truth to her words.

"Fine then, handle it yourself," Lu Xingzhou said indifferently.

"However, if you need anything anytime, find me. I’ll be here."

Jiang Man remained silent, taking out her phone to start a game.

But Lu Xingzhou’s words entered her ears and sank into her heart.

All her life, she had always relied on herself for everything. Even though she had a foster father, the philosophy he taught her was to rely on oneself rather than others. "Manman, you must be independent, handle everything yourself. Dad can help you temporarily, not forever."

She had never known what it felt like to depend on someone else.

But now, Lu Xingzhou, her unintentionally wedded husband, was saying that if needed, she could find him anytime, and he’d always be there?

Her frosty heart, wrapped up until now, seemed to feel a warm current flowing in, enough to melt a significant section of her icy walls, even if it only moved the tip of the iceberg.

After a long while, Jiang Man raised her eyebrows, her eyes lifting just in time to catch the street-side stalls outside the window.

The stalls were bustling with life—there were those selling stinky tofu, roasted chestnuts, baked sweet potatoes...

For some reason, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Well then, I’d like a baked sweet potato, the big and sweet kind," she said.

The instant her words dropped, the car fell eerily silent.

Zhao Huai, sitting in the passenger seat, was utterly stunned.

Other people’s wives would ask their wealthy husbands for houses or luxury bags.

His lady merely wanted a baked sweet potato?

But what kind of person was the boss? When had he ever done something trivial like buying sweet potatoes?

"I’ll go," Zhao Huai motioned to open the car door.

Jiang Man lifted her eyebrows, her gaze flickering toward the man beside her, clad in a tailored suit, exuding nobility and distinction.

He scoffed, "If you’re ashamed, then forget it."

Lu Xingzhou didn’t respond to Jiang Man but instead told the driver, "Stop the car."

The driver was startled for a moment but quickly hit the brakes.

There were quite a few cars parked by the roadside, mostly those commuter cars worth a couple hundred thousand.

When Lu Xingzhou stepped down from his understated Maybach, his financier-like demeanor seemed somewhat out of place in front of the small street vendor.

In his thirty years, Lu Xingzhou had never bought anything from a street stall, and even visits to big supermarkets were so infrequent they could be counted on both hands.

In his world, whatever he wanted to eat or needed, he would simply instruct his servants, who would buy and prepare it.

It was precisely because he lacked the experiences of the common folks that Lu Xingzhou, upon arriving at the sweet potato stall, didn’t even know how to begin his request.

"Pick one that’s both big and sweet for me," he said gravely, taking out his phone to scan for payment.

When a voice notification indicated a transfer of exactly 1000 yuan, the vendor’s eyes widened in shock.

"Young man, our sweet potatoes are 10 yuan each, did you add two extra zeros by mistake?"

"It’s fine, pick the best one," Lu Xingzhou said with a nonchalant splurge of generosity.

The extra money was considered a service fee.

"If it’s neither big nor sweet, I will come for compensation," he said, imposing the manner of a business negotiation that he usually reserved for the boardroom to the purchase of a sweet potato.

If the quality of the sweet potato was good and it made Jiang Man happy, then 1000 yuan was well worth it.

But if it was not, then he wouldn’t let himself be the fool; he would see to it that the stall couldn’t operate here any longer.

The vendor was nervous and curious about which big boss had come down to explore the common people’s life?

"Don’t worry, it’s absolutely big and sweet!"

As Jiang Man finished a game, a rich aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted towards her.

She looked up in surprise, only to see the distinguished man squeezing into the car with a plastic bag.

The sweet potato was wrapped in newspaper and covered with a plastic bag.

"Careful, it’s hot," he said gently.

Jiang Man took the sweet potato, blew on it, and took a bite.

It tasted of her childhood, sweet and fragrant, the kind that can only be achieved by this kind of large iron barrel.

"How much?" she asked casually.

"1000." Lu Xingzhou was indifferent about the money.

"You got ripped off." Jiang Man was somewhat speechless. Did the domineering CEO live so high above the ground that he didn’t know the common prices of daily life?

She pretended to push the door open to go reason with the vendor.

However, Lu Xingzhou quickly grabbed her elbow, "It was a tip I gave out of my own will. Do you think it tastes good? If it does, then it’s worth it."

In his philosophy, prices were never decided by laws or rules, but by his own decisions.

"It’s quite tasty," Jiang Man frowned slightly, "But..."

She suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Was this what they called a fool and his money?

"Anything else you want to eat, I’ll buy it for you," Lu Xingzhou said softly.

Jiang Man was somewhat flustered.

This wasn’t going as expected.

Why did she feel like Lu Xingzhou was now in full husband-pampering mode?

She was about to probe what exactly Lu Xingzhou was up to.

Just then, a crisp ring from the cellphone broke the mood in the car.

Lu Xingzhou took out his phone and saw that it was a call from his second aunt, so he picked it up.

"Hello? Is this Xingzhou? The Divine Doctor’s flight is about to arrive at the airport, and Jingya has already rushed to the airport. Xingzhou, if you don’t have anything particularly important, perhaps you could also head to the airport?"

Since she was close by, Jiang Man heard the voice on the phone.

Her eyebrows raised in intrigue, and she nodded to Lu Xingzhou.

She had to see what the impostor pretending to be her looked like!