My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Not many people were out buying jewelry on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The sales associates were bored and chatting in a group, but when they saw a handsome guy walk in, they all quickly stood up straight.

"Hello, welcome. How can I help you?"

Zeke Walton pushed Amina forward, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Pick out a bracelet that suits her."

The pairing was so odd, it was impossible not to gossip.

The sales associates glanced curiously back and forth between Zeke Walton and Amina.

Her hands were clenched tightly, one drawn into her sleeve, the other hidden behind her back—a clear sign of insecurity and nervousness.

But beneath her hat, her face was rosy and delicate, full of collagen. With her large eyes, high nose, and small, cherry-red lips, the combination was so beautiful...

’Could it be a real-life story of a rich young master falling for Cinderella?’

’Ahhh!! They’re so cute together!’

"Oh, you’re looking for a bracelet, miss? Of course, of course."

A sales associate hurried out from behind the counter, bringing high stools for them to sit on.

"We have a wide selection of styles, so please, sit down and take your time choosing. This way, please."

Zeke Walton plopped right down onto a stool.

Amina looked down at her own cheap, slightly dirty shoes. The store was immaculate, the floor so clean it shone. She felt too embarrassed to even stand on it, let alone sit down.

"No, thank you. I’m fine standing."

She spoke in a near-inaudible murmur.

The words had barely left her mouth when she was suddenly lifted into the air and plopped onto the chair by Zeke Walton.

"You’re fucking fearless with me! So why do you turn into such a coward the second you see anyone else?"

"You’re the customer! You’re God! You’re their livelihood, you know that? What’s there to be embarrassed about? What’s wrong with being a delivery person? Aren’t delivery people human? So what if you get the stool dirty? They can wipe it clean! Dammit, stools are made for sitting! Just sit your ass down and stay put!"

Seeing her look so insecure and sensitive, as if *she* were the one being wronged, sent Zeke Walton into a rage. He forcefully placed Amina’s hand on the counter and lifted her chin.

"Hand out! Head up! Look here! Now pick! Pick whichever one you like! If one isn’t enough, take two! If two aren’t enough, take three! I swear I’m going to cure you of this problem today!"

The sales associates: "..."

’Wow.’

Amina was only twenty, but because she had overworked herself since she was young, her fingers were rough and her knuckles were a bit thick.

After coming to the big city, she’d seen so many people with fair, delicate hands—even Zeke Walton, a man, had more delicate hands than hers. This was why she was unwilling to show them.

But her proportions were excellent. She was slim and tall, with slender wrists and long fingers, so jewelry still looked very good on her.

The sales associate grabbed a pile of bracelets and started slipping them onto her wrist.

"Miss, you’re so pretty, and you have such lovely hands. Your wrists are so slender, see? Every single one looks beautiful on you. Why don’t you show your boyfriend and let him help you choose?"

Truth be told, all girls like sparkly, fancy jewelry.

Especially when seeing them on her own wrist for the very first time, Amina was thrilled. She loved all of them.

But she didn’t dare ask for so many.

"There’s no need to show him. I’ll just take this one. I like this one."

She took off all the others, leaving only the thinnest one.

Zeke Walton saw right away that she was just trying to save money. With a CLATTER, he swept all the bracelets she had just taken off into his hand.

Coincidentally, there were exactly seven of them.

"No need to choose. Wrap them all up."

Everyone: "What?"

"I want you to wear a different one each day. One for every day of the week, no repeats. When you get tired of them, I’ll come with you to pick out new ones. Now, tally up the price."

The sales associate was about to lose her mind with joy. A sale this big! She rushed to calculate the total price.

Amina’s eyes, however, instantly reddened.

"I don’t want them! Zeke Walton, if you keep this up, I’m leaving!"

’He’d known her for so long. He’d never seen her cry through all the hardships and struggles, but now buying her a pile of bracelets was going to make her cry? This...’

When she was being stubborn and difficult, Zeke Walton just wanted to butt heads with her. But the moment she softened, he was at a total loss.

"You... I’m buying you these bracelets with the best of intentions. What are you crying for?"

Amina truly considered Zeke Walton a friend, which was the only reason she was willing to accept his gifts in the first place. Otherwise, wild horses couldn’t have dragged her in here.

But he insisted on giving her so much, and the pressure was immense.

"This many bracelets? This is enough to buy a house and marry two wives back in my hometown! Are you trying to scare me to death? Why on earth should I take so much from you? Besides, where am I supposed to keep them? Carry them with me to work every day? What if I lose them? I don’t have a safe place for them at home. Aren’t you just creating a burden for me?"

Zeke Walton: "..."

In the end, they chose one that was neither too thick nor too thin, and Amina finally smiled through her tears.

She was still the same person, but in just a few short minutes, it was as if she had suddenly found her confidence.

Every few steps, Amina couldn’t help but glance down at her wrist.

’This big, shiny gold bracelet... it’s so beautiful!’

Zeke Walton saw her stealing glances at her wrist from time to time, an irrepressible smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile too.

’Women are such creatures of contradiction,’ he thought. ’She insisted she didn’t want it, but now that it’s bought, she’s this happy.’

"Amina, can I ask something of you?"

He had spent over thirty thousand yuan on her that morning, and since Amina was someone who hated owing people favors, she immediately agreed.

"Go ahead."

"Can you take the afternoon off? I’m hungry. Find a restaurant and have a proper meal with me."

’A meal is just a meal,’ she thought. ’There are plenty of roadside restaurants; it would be over in a moment. Did it really need to take a whole afternoon?’

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she held them back.

’I can’t be a killjoy again.’

’I’ll just consider today half a day off. Time to be extravagant for once.’

After she finished her last delivery, Amina got on her electric scooter. Zeke sat behind her as before, arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

Though he was riding a beat-up scooter in the cool wind, he felt utterly content.

"What do you want to eat?"

Amina thought for a moment. "I don’t know. Other than eating rice noodles at a small shop in my hometown, I’ve never eaten at a restaurant."

Zeke Walton: "..."

’So she’s definitely never been to a Western restaurant or tried Western food.’

"Want to try Western food?"

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t interested; people are naturally curious.

Amina had seen people eating Western food on TV before—it looked so high-class, so elegant. She had fantasized that one day, she might be able to live like that too.

"But I don’t know how. And besides, if I go dressed like this, won’t I just make a fool of myself?"

"What’s there to know? It’s just a knife and a fork. I’ll show you when we get there, and you’ll pick it up in no time. As for your clothes... come on, I’ll take you to buy a dress."

Amina’s hands trembled, and the electric scooter wobbled.

"More spending? Just how much did you make? Are you addicted to spending money or something?"

Zeke Walton pinched her cheek again.

"What’s the point of earning money if you don’t spend it? Are you planning to take it to your grave? You’ve got a man willing to spend money on you, and you’re not happy about it? Are you silly? Come on, come on, just humor me. I’ve never seen what you look like in a dress. Wear one for me."

Coaxing and cajoling, Zeke Walton dragged Amina back into the shopping mall.