My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

The agricultural market in the west side of the Zhong Hai city is lousy and lively as the cars pass through the crowd.
In the twilight, many types of foods are displayed along with dirty water dripping everywhere.
This place is filled with different goods and stuff that are being advertised.
Sometimes many colored lights shined from the houses of a worker or a student as they arrived at home after work or class.
The walking mass also feels tired, quickly making the sky even darker.

Maybe in an internationally-acclaimed city, this zone would be quite the shame, thus many wealthier groups always wish this filthy zone would disappear.

Near a crossing there is a lazy-looking man who’s not making the street any brighter.

This is a young man who’s selling fried goat meat, wearing a white apron, a shirt covered with shining grease, a coffee-colored jeans and blue slippers.

The man looks a bit sloppy, but he possesses a slightly handsome face.
If you looked carefully at him, you would be able to see an expression that looks like he doesn’t care about humanity at all.
But the passing girls didn’t even glance toward him since he’s just a fried-goat-meat seller.

The young man sets aside a stick of goat meat that just finished frying.
It is hot at the moment, so frying is easy, but selling is difficult.
Though 5 cents per stick is really cheap, today he sold about a dozen dollars worth and that’s just enough for two meals.

However the face of this man doesn’t show any discomfort, if not we can even see him being relaxed and content.
He laid back on his chair, looking at the crowded street in front of him as if it is a beautiful scenery.

– Old man Lee, you promised to pay the money two days earlier !

A hoarse voice sounded somewhere around him.

3 guys at about 20 years old slowly walk forward.
Their clothing is no different from a bunch of delinquents’: gel-soaked hair, ear piercings, holed jeans, scrawny faces and cigarettes in their mouths.

Old man Lee has a small snacks stall next to the young man, and he also has a similar circumstances: he wasn’t able to sell much since it was too hot.
The old man sits there, looking depressed.

– About this…

Old man Lee’s face shows sadness:

– Young master, please understand, the hot weather made me unable to sell, how can I have the money to pay you…

– I’ll tell you, Lee, don’t think you can do whatever you want because I am being nice to you; if not for Brother Feng helping you, this stall would be closed since god-knows-when..

An underling vigorously said.

The guy named Brother Feng seems to approve this act.
He confidently struts toward old man Lee:

– Today you can pay the fee or you cannot pay the fee.
But by all means I have to get some money, if not I’ll crush your stinking stall.

Just after he finished speaking, he grabbed two sausages, bit some then dropped the half-finished food on the ground.

The old man didn’t know what to do, thus he struggled  to collect some spare changes while thinking how to give the remaining money since it’s for buying medicine for Ms.
Lee.
How could he heartlessly give his sweat and blood toward this bunch of delinquents?

– I’ll pay for him!

A fried goat meat seller suddenly appeared, bringing forward some rumpled cash that amounts about a hundred dollars and coldly says:

– I only have this much.
Mr.
Lee is old and he also needs money, you should gather some karma instead.

The delinquent squints his eyes and laughed, grabbed the cash and gave it to the underling standing behind him.

– Yang Chen, you still want to be a good guy? You haven’t even paid your protection fee yet you know?

Yang Chen furrowed his brow and sighed.
These bunch of pricks never cared to study, always ganging up and play.
But he’s not their dad so he can’t say anything, and he also doesn’t want to create any trouble, hence he replied indifferently:

– Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’ll pay.

– Good.
I’m not someone without emotion.
As long as we “cooperate” everything will be fine: I protect your stall, you give me back the fee… It’s all business~ I’ll come back to collect the money tomorrow.

The delinquent flamboyantly walked toward the other stalls after finishing his speech together with his two underlings.

Right now old man Lee’s eyes reddened, and bitterly looked at Yang Chen:

– Little Yang, you don’t have any reason to help me to pay those hounds, I’m so sorry…

– Now, now, Mr.
Lee, you don’t have to say that, when I just arrived here, everything was new to me.
Without your help I wouldn’t be able to be like this.
I see you as both a friend and a benefactor, of course I have to pay you back somehow…

– You kid…what are you saying…

Mr.
Lee sighs, knowing he can’t stop Yang from doing this.

Yang Chen laughs presumptuously, his laughter is soft but also feels honest, as it is not affected by the recent cunning act.

– Oh yes, how is Ms.Lee’s condition?

Old man Lee replied with indebtedness:

– Thanks to the money you gave us for her surgery, she feels much better now and will  only need a few more days for a complete recovery.

– Oh, that’s good.
I wish her to reco