Chapter 29 Where to look

"I've noticed a problem with you," Remington said, looking at her.
She frowned, "What problem do I have?"
"Arrogant and presumptuous," Remington said bluntly.
"You're saying I'm presumptuous again, where..."
"Are you being romantic yourself?" Sophia protested, "If it's not because of me, why don't you add some messages from other girls?"
"Getting married to you was meant to avoid trouble, why would I seek even more trouble?" he retorted.
"Fine, even if I'm being romantic myself."
However, Sophia was not angry at all. Instead, she thought Remington was quite virtuous.
Not adding messages from random girls was a good quality he possessed.
Remington asked her, "You're not angry?"
"What's there to be angry about? I never hoped that you added those messages because of me," Sophia replied.
"I won't say any more, someone's here, and I need to tend to business," she said.
Remington grabbed her wrist, "What should we do when someone asks for my messaging number later?"
"I know, I know," Sophia hurriedly tried to free herself.
But Remington held on even tighter, "What should we do?"
"Make it clear that I'm your wife, and tell them not to have any ideas and stop causing you trouble. Are you satisfied now? Can you let go?" Remington was very satisfied with her answer.
But he did not let go.
Intentionally, he held onto her hand and stood up. His tall, handsome figure made Sophia appear small and delicate. The two of them seemed intimately close. Sophia did not feel the resistance she had the first time he held her.
She just glared at him, "Someone asked about the price of the bags, I need to tend to business."
Remington still did not let go.
He leaned down towards her, getting close to her face. It seemed like he was about to kiss her, but he didn't.
Sophia suddenly became nervous, "What, what are you doing?"
Could it be that he was going to kiss her again like that night?
Although Sophia was not infatuated, she couldn't completely remain calm when Remington was about to kiss her. "Remington, what are you doing? Let go of me."
Remington lowered his head and his handsome figure approached her cherry lips slowly...
Just as Remington neared Sophia, he did not actually kiss her.
While looking down, he reached out and picked up a stray hair from Sophia's shoulder.
After picking up the strand of hair from her clothes, he casually stood up and slowly distanced himself from her. Then, his lips slightly parted. "You have a hair on your clothes."
Sophia breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Remington was going to kiss her, which made her nervous and her nerves all riled up.
To avoid the awkwardness, she quickly turned around to greet the guests. Watching her awkward and nervous departure, Remington unexpectedly smirked. It turns out teasing her is so much fun!
After the customers left, Remington suddenly asked her, "How many bags do you sell in a day and how much do you earn? When do you plan to close up shop?"
Yesterday and today were Saturday and Sunday, so she had time to set up her stall. However, from Monday to Friday, she had to go to work and then set up her stall until late at night. And as her husband, he promised to accompany her and help her make money selling.
His time is invaluable. Spending it here with her is worthless.
He needed to find a way to make her close up shop earlier. Sophia thought for a moment and said, "I make at least three to four hundred. Today, many people came just to look but didn't buy anything. I guess it's because your pictures went viral on the university campus network, and they came to see this handsome guy."
Business wasn't as good today. Sophia felt a little disappointed. Remington sat back in his chair and took out his phone.
He sent a message to Dylan, “Sophia is running a regular stall at West Lake Park. Send someone to take care of her business.”
Dylan was speechless. He married a woman from the lowest social class who lives in a rented farmhouse. That is one thing.
But now he's also setting up a regular stall with this woman? A regular stall???
Dylan found it hard to imagine the state of Remington's mind as he accompanied his new wife, running a regular stall and doing business in a bustling and dirty Chinatown.
Dylan replied, “What's in it for me if I take care of your wife's business?”
Remington offered, “A kick in the butt, interested? Hurry up and come over.”
Charles brought over food for them, just like yesterday. It was evident that Charles put a lot of effort into cooking, and the piece of pan-fried fish he made was something Sophia had never seen before. It must have been a higher-quality fish. But Sophia loves spicy food. These past few days, Charles' cooking has been nutritious but bland, so bland that it didn't whet her appetite. Someone came to try on clothes, so she went to attend to them.
Charles asked, "Remington, I heard from Dylan that he's going to send someone to take care of Sophia's business soon?"
Remington picked up a small piece of pan-fried cod and casually fed it into his mouth, making a soft sound.
Charles reminded him, "Remington, can you eat a little faster? Don't take your time, this is not a fancy restaurant. At least try to pretend.”
Remington irritably said, "You want me to wolf it down?"
"I don't expect you to wolf it down, but at least be a little rude. Look at the owners of the other stalls in this ordinary developer's market, who is like you?"
Remington continues to eat the pan-seared deep-sea cod leisurely, "I am not a real street peddler, I can't pretend."
Charles sighed, "I don't expect much from you either, nor can I truly integrate you perfectly into Sophia's life. What's comforting is that at least you now know how to take care of her business and find someone to help her close up early."
Remington coldly replies, "Who told you I'm doing it out of concern for her?"
Charles asked, "Isn't it true?"
Remington smirked, "Chairman, you know better than anyone how much wealth I can create in a minute, right? I am just saving my own time."
Charles was speechless.
Remington added, "You expect me to be concerned about someone I just married less than half a month ago? Do you think that's possible?"
Charles smiles, "You're just being stubborn."
Remington puts down his chopsticks and remains cold, "I'm speaking the truth. Don't think that by arranging a slightly different woman for me to marry, I will truly be moved."
He added, "If it's not a fit, it's not a fit, just like the pan-seared deep-sea cod worth thousands of dollars that you painstakingly made for Sophia. She doesn't even like to eat it. She still prefers the junk food she buys from the ordinary stalls."
Remington continued, "Chairman, thank you for the effort you put into making the pan-seared deep-sea cod, I really appreciate it. This is the difference between Sophia and me, but please stop trying to prove that I have already fallen in love with her."
Charles smiles even wider, "Are you not speaking from both sides of your mouth?"
Remington puts on a cold face, "I can't be bothered to argue with you."
He sends a message to urge Dylan, "Are you here yet?"
Dylan replied, "I'm here, I'm here."
Remington texted, "Hurry up."
Dylan replied, "I have two options. One is for me to pretend to be a company representative and buy all of your wife's merchandise. The other is to find a group of actors to pretend to be customers. Which option do you think is better?"
Remington was anxious, "Use your brain and choose whichever option will save me more time."
Dylan replied, "So, you're doing it to save your own time?"
Remington, "Of course."
Sophia finishes selling a 129-dollar dress and sits back down on her stool. The next moment, a customer approached the food stall while they were eating. It was Dylan.
He pretended to glance at Sophia's clothes, bags, and shoes on the stall.
Remington resisted the urge and reminded Sophia, "There's a customer, shouldn't you greet him?"
"No need to bother with him," Sophia looked at Dylan, impeccably dressed from head to toe in expensive attire, and confidently stated, "He's not here to buy anything anyway."
Remington questioned, "How do you know?"
Sophia took a bite and replied, "Don't you feel his strong presence?"
Charles found it interesting, "Oh? You can tell that too?"
Speaking of presence, Sophia carefully observed Remington and pondered, "Remington, that person's presence is quite similar to yours."