"Xiaoye, thanks for helping me earlier. Um... could we postpone the divorce formalities? Let's wait until after tomorrow's engagement banquet before handling it?"

"Suit yourself," Rong Zhenye shrugged. A one-day delay made no difference to him.

"Thanks." Yi Youxia silently breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow, she would reclaim her dignity.

Afterward, she invited him to lunch together.

They walked into a noodle shop near their residential complex. She ordered the cheapest options—a spicy sour noodle soup and some braised bean curd—then took out her wallet, insisting on splitting the bill just like before.

"I'll pay," Rong Zhenye offered, pulling out his wallet. But Yi Youxia seemed not to hear him, calmly placing her money on the counter.

Once seated, she smiled faintly. "We're just two strangers who happened to cross paths. Once this absurd marriage is over, we won't meet again. Better to keep things strictly AA."

The first part of her statement, Rong Zhenye wholeheartedly agreed with—no further encounters would be best.

The waitress quickly served their food. Yi Youxia picked up a piece of bean curd and handed it to him, as if playing the role of a gracious host. "Eat up. The food here is cheap but delicious, and most importantly—no gutter oil."

Rong Zhenye's elegantly arched brows lifted slightly. "How would you know if there's gutter oil in it?"

"I have a sensitive stomach," Yi Youxia replied with a playful stick of her tongue. "If there's gutter oil, I'd get diarrhea after just one bite."

That talent should be reported to the food safety authorities, Rong Zhenye mused in approval.

Halfway through the meal, Yi Youxia took a sip of water and looked up at him. "What do you do for a living?"

She wanted to know more about him—after all, he was now her legal husband. If he turned out to be a fugitive or drowning in usury debts, she might end up being held jointly liable.

"Used to work in construction. Currently unemployed," Rong Zhenye replied indifferently. This woman didn't need to know his background.

Construction? As in bricklaying on construction sites?

Well, at least it was an honest job.

Feeling somewhat reassured, Yi Youxia's dark eyes rolled thoughtfully before she asked another question: "Where are you staying now?" She needed to figure out his address—just in case she couldn't reach him tomorrow, she could go directly to his place.

"A hotel," Rong Zhenye answered curtly, growing impatient with her interrogation.

Yi Youxia gasped, covering her mouth. "You're not staying in some cheap thirty-buck guesthouse, are you? Those places are so unsafe. When I first came to Yangcheng, I stayed in one and almost got scammed by a con artist." In her mind, an unemployed outsider like him surely couldn't afford much—decent hotels cost at least a few hundred per night, so he must be stuck in some dingy, low-budget lodging.

"As a grown man, there's nothing worth stealing from me," Rong Zhenye shrugged, eager to end this line of questioning.

Yi Youxia clicked her tongue. That was somewhat true—men so poor they only had good looks to offer probably wouldn't attract scammers either. Sensing his annoyance, she decided to drop the subject.

After finishing their meal, they parted ways. Yi Youxia still had something important to do—she needed to make Rong Zhenye a presentable suit. An unemployed man like him probably only owned cheap street-market clothes; wearing those would be a disaster.

She headed to Dongmen Market, purchased high-quality fabric, and rushed back to work on it nonstop. By noon the next day, when Rong Zhenye arrived, a fully handcrafted casual suit and a perfectly matched fashionable shirt were ready.

"Try it on!" Yi Youxia smiled sweetly.

Rong Zhenye was notoriously picky—anything that didn't meet his standards was instantly dismissed as trash, whether it was people or objects.

But the young woman's taste wasn't bad; the clothes looked decent enough. He accepted them.

The fit was impeccable—not too loose, not too tight.

Yi Youxia clicked her tongue in admiration twice—once for her own design skills, and once in awe of Rong Zhenye's perfect physique: a golden ratio, nine-head proportion, muscles firm and well-defined. Too much would make him look bulky, too little would make him seem scrawny.

Even if you draped a beggar's outfit on such a natural clothes hanger, it would elevate into high fashion.

Meeting such a perfect model was every designer's dream. When inspiration ran dry, just a glance at him would spark creativity.

As she admired her work, Rong Zhenye walked over. "How did you know my size?"

"Estimated it," Yi Youxia replied proudly, lifting an eyebrow. She had an eagle eye for measurements—no need for tape measures to gauge a client's size.

Rong Zhenye's seductive pink lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned in, closing the distance between them. "Did you estimate during the day... or at night?"