Married To A Millionaire

The tears that Chaeyoung shed after being provoked by Song Hyekyo came and went quickly, like a thunderstorm, leaving only her swollen red eyes.

After washing her face and coming out, she saw Jennie standing outside the bathroom. His dark eyes looked at her with concern.

Chaeyoung lowered her head. Before she could think of what to say, Jennie opened his arms and walked over, hugging her tightly. The shirt he had been wearing before was wet with her tears, so he had changed into a pure white one, filled with his unique scent, clean and reassuring.

"Did I get you into trouble?" Chaeyoung asked in a small voice, buried in his chest. The main purpose of Song Hyekyo and her husband coming to the capital was to borrow money. Chaeyoung was afraid they would find other ways to pester Jennie.

"They don't have that ability yet," Jennie said in a low voice, rubbing his chin on the top of her head, extremely domineering.

Chaeyoung laughed and raised her arms to hug his waist. After a while, she said gloomily, "No matter what they ask of you in the future, just ignore them." She didn't owe anything to Song Hyekyo, and Jennie owed them even less. Jennie treated her so well, and she still felt bad about spending the money he had transferred to her under various pretexts. What right did Song Hyekyo have to take it for granted that Jennie should give them money to help them out?

For her two so-called half-siblings?

Thinking that in Song Hyekyo's eyes, her daughter's inability to study abroad was a great grievance, Chaeyoung's heart was about to choke up.

She didn't care if Song Hyekyo recognized her or not, but why did Song Hyekyo have to come out and vex her again?

"If you're worried, I'll hand over all my money to you. You can give me a little living allowance every month," Jennie teased her with a smile, to put his fiancée's mind at ease.

Right now Chaeyoung just liked listening to her man talk. With her forehead against his chest, she deliberately asked, "How much living allowance do you need every month?"

Jennie thought about it as he held her, kissed her cheek and said, "No less than twenty."

Chaeyoung asked in confusion, "Twenty million?"

Jennie laughed and bit her ear, "Twenty times."

Chaeyoung's face turned red. She silently calculated that last month, adding up day and night, it was indeed more than twenty times.

"Let's go downstairs and eat first," Jennie coaxed his fiancée and habitually picked her up to go downstairs to the dining room.

Probably guessing that Chaeyoung was in a bad mood, Mrs. Wang had cooked all of Chaeyoung's favorites tonight - spicy tofu, spicy chicken wings, chopped fish head in chili oil... At a glance, only the lily bulb soup was not spicy. Chaeyoung was drooling. On an empty stomach, she had no time to think about unhappy things.

"Have another one," Jennie gave her another chicken wing.

Chaeyoung lowered her head and nibbled on it in small bites.

Before she could finish the chicken wing, the phone placed between them rang. They looked at the caller ID together: Mother-in-law.

Chaeyoung's eyes widened. During the winter break of her freshman year, she had exchanged phone numbers with Lee Sangwoo and her husband at the mah-jong table. But until now, apart from Chaeyoung sending them New Year's greetings and getting polite replies, this was the first time Lee Sangwoo had taken the initiative to contact her.

The feeling was even more unexpected and nerve-wracking than receiving a call from a national leader.

"You eat first." Since it was a family call, Jennie glanced at the chicken wing still in Chaeyoung's hand and quickly grabbed the phone.