My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Damien Vaughn posted on social media, and he even included a photo.

In the photo, he was surrounded by a bunch of young men, each holding a freshly wrapped dumpling, and so was he.

Although the background was cluttered and simple, everyone was smiling for the camera, radiating a handsome and positive energy. The sight was simply captivating.

Not only did it quickly go viral among insiders, but the media also jumped on the story.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, because of Damien Vaughn’s hardworking and down-to-earth image, the Vaughn Group was trending online once again.

After finishing New Year’s Eve dinner with his parents, Zeke Walton saw Damien Vaughn’s photo and suddenly thought of Amina, all alone.

He’d been too busy lately and hadn’t gone to see her in a while. He wondered if she was doing okay.

’Spending the New Year alone in a strange city must be so lonely.’ He decided to go see her.

Zeke Walton packed up all the virtually untouched dishes from the table, grabbed some fruit, and drove to the apartment he and Amina rented.

Even though it was a remote, poor neighborhood, everyone was celebrating the New Year.

As he walked, he could hear sounds of laughter and cheerful banter from every home, along with the lively music and dancing from televisions.

He was ready for Amina to greet him with a smile, but after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response. She wasn’t home.

’Did she go back to her hometown for the New Year?’

Fortunately, Zeke Walton had a key, so he let himself in.

The room was just as it had always been—spotless and tidy.

He only needed a quick look around to be certain that Amina hadn’t gone home.

Because her books were still there.

They were spread open on the table, filled with notes.

The few articles of clothing she owned were there as well.

The fridge held a few large steamed buns that weren’t frozen solid, along with some leftovers she had clearly eaten recently.

’Since she didn’t go home, and she has no relatives or friends here, where could she have gone on New Year’s Eve?’

Zeke Walton called her several times, but no one answered.

Suddenly remembering something, he ran downstairs and looked around. Her electric scooter wasn’t there.

’That girl... she couldn’t have gone out to deliver food again, could she?’

For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to feel.

It was a mix of admiration and disappointment.

’The reason the poor stay poor is their mindset and lack of education.’

’In their eyes, there’s no such thing as investing in education. Filling their stomachs and solving immediate problems always comes first.’

’That’s why so many parents force their children to drop out of school or secretly tear up their report cards just to save a little on tuition.’

’After returning from Sudland, Zeke had come to see her once. He’d given her money specifically so she could stay home and study full-time, but she...’

Zeke Walton wasn’t the preachy type, but he had a special feeling for Amina and couldn’t help but want to look after her.

In his twenty-some years of life, she was the person in the most difficult circumstances he had ever met, but also the strongest. She was also the girl he had spent the most time with in close proximity.

He didn’t dislike her. On the contrary, he loved listening to her talk and watching her expressions as she spoke. He truly wished the best for her...

Unable to reach her and unwilling to just leave, Zeke Walton decided to wait in the apartment, playing games on his phone to pass the time.

He waited until his phone battery died. He was lying on the bed, just starting to doze off, when he finally heard the sound of Amina pushing the door open.

Zeke Walton sat up. Amina jumped, startled to see him.

"I thought I forgot to lock the door when I left! You scared me. What are you doing here? You haven’t come by in so long, I thought something had happened to you."

She was dressed in a delivery driver’s uniform and helmet, returning full of vigor amidst the CRACKLE of outside fireworks and the city’s shimmering neon lights.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled, and a smile hung on her face.

’While everyone else was resting, feasting on good food, and enjoying happy family reunions, she was out running errands for them. How could she still be in such high spirits??’

He didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t seen her in so long, or if her energy was just that captivating, but for a moment, Zeke Walton was completely mesmerized.

"Why aren’t you saying anything? What’s wrong? Are you still half-asleep?"

Amina took off the gloves Zeke Walton had bought for her, walked over to the little bed, and waved a hand in front of his eyes.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Should I make you something? What have you been so busy with lately, anyway?"

As she drew near, a chill from the outdoors wafted off her and filled his nose.

That coolness, carrying the scent of the outdoors, was more comforting and invigorating than any expensive perfume or aromatherapy.

Zeke Walton gazed at her, captivated. "What time is it? Have you eaten?"

"Almost midnight. I’ve already eaten."

Amina was in an excellent mood. Not wanting to dirty the bedsheets, she didn’t dare sit down, so she squatted in front of Zeke Walton instead.

She cupped her flushed cheeks in her hands and looked up at him, her face beaming with excitement.

"I ate so well tonight! Do you know what I had? A KFC Family Bucket!"

"It was a huge bucket, about this big."

She used her hands to show Zeke Walton how big it was in the air.

"You’ve had it before, right? It has all different things inside, fried all golden and crispy. It smelled amazing! A whole bucket costs a lot of money. I’d seen the ads for it, and I’ve even delivered it for other people before, but I never could bring myself to buy one. But today..."

’Just a bucket of chicken. Zeke Walton had eaten that stuff twenty years ago.’

’In his eyes, it was the lowest of low-end junk food. His parents had forbidden him from eating it, and even after he grew up and was free to do as he pleased, he still had no interest in it, only ever taking a bite on a rare whim.’

’And yet, this garbage that he’d cast aside like a worn-out shoe was making Amina this happy.’

"Do you know how I got it? A kind person gave it to me."

Amina looked as happy as if she’d won the lottery, bursting with satisfaction as she shared the story.

"I think he was spending the New Year alone, too. All I did was wish him a Happy New Year, and he placed an order on the app for a Family Bucket, with a note saying it was for me. Oh, my gosh, this world is full of good people!"

"You have no idea how happy I was eating it, and I’m so full. The fried chicken legs were so delicious, and the popcorn chicken was great too! And! And! Do you know how many deliveries I made today? Today alone was as much as the last two days combined! I was doing the math on the way back—at this rate, I’ll clear ten thousand yuan this month!"

"Ten thousand yuan... It really is easier to make money in the city. I never would have dreamed I could earn this much."

"I can pay you back the money you gave me, but you’ll have to wait a few days until I get my paycheck. Oh, right, you still haven’t told me—have you eaten? What have you been so busy with that you haven’t been staying here?"

Seeing her chattering on endlessly, and worried her legs would get sore from squatting so long, Zeke Walton threw back the covers and got out of bed.

He helped Amina to her feet. She was about to keep talking when she noticed his new clothes.

"You’ve changed."

She looked Zeke Walton up and down.

Although he was just wearing a simple wool sweater, a loose black down jacket, and black casual pants—a very simple, understated style—Amina could still tell the difference.

"Your clothes look so soft and nice. Where did you get the money to buy them?"

"You... you didn’t go stealing again, did you?"

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