Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

The sky was azure, clear and bright, with cotton-like clouds clustered around it, like a blue and white curtain, dazzling yet not glaring, mixed with a touch of tranquility and composure.

Tang Junyao hurriedly drove her best friend Su Xue's Mercedes to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw a scene that left her speechless.

Four luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. The lead car was a Koenigsegg sports car worth about 1 million yuan. Next to it stood an elderly man with gray hair and a young man, surrounded by more than a dozen tall men dressed in matching black suits and trousers.

Did we go to the wrong place? We shouldn't have entered a gangster zone, right?

Tang Junyao looked around and then looked up. It was the Civil Affairs Bureau.

She checked the location several times to make sure it was the right place, put the key in her coat pocket, and walked towards the front door.

He had just taken a step when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Miss Tang." The voice carried the marks of time, yet remained strong and powerful.

Turning her head towards the source of the sound, she saw that it was the elderly man next to the luxury car who had called her. She turned back from the door and approached the car, politely asking, "Grandpa, did you call me?"

Tang Junyao quickly searched her memory, but she didn't seem to recognize the old man. She pointed to herself with her index finger and asked.

The old man had gray hair, a ruddy complexion, and was in good spirits. He stood up straight, as if he were standing at attention, with bright and piercing eyes. He also exuded an air of authority that left no room for argument.

"Yes, you must be Tang girl. I'm a good friend of your grandfather. Old Master Tang must have already told you about this." The old man was very kind and approachable, with a slight smile on his lips.

Grandpa said to just tell her to come to the Civil Affairs Bureau on time; that should be considered an explanation.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded.

Seeing her nod, the old man understood and didn't waste any more words. Old Tang should have already given the instructions, and all that was left was to go through the final procedures. "That's good. My grandson, Ji Hancheng." He turned to the man beside him.

Tang Junyao didn't immediately look at the person the grandfather was introducing. Although the grandfather seemed to be introducing a person, she somehow had the feeling that he was introducing something.

For example, these are imported bananas, 8 yuan per pound. They're on sale today, so it's a good time for you to buy them.

She was lost in thought for a moment before turning her head to follow the old man's gaze, and only then did she see the man next to the luxury car.

He stood beside the Koenigsegg sports car, the warm sunlight shining on him, highlighting his distinct and aloof features, like a frozen sculpture, his eyes revealing an unreadable emotion and an air of uncontrollable brilliance.

His three-dimensional features were very handsome, and he exuded an uncontrollable aura. His whole body seemed to be emblazoned with the words, "Don't come near me, don't come near me."

That face looked like it had just been taken out of the refrigerator, ice cold.

Given the task she was there for, Tang Junyao maintained basic courtesy, saying, "Hello..."

She had originally intended to say her name, but faced with such a cold face, she decided it was best not to introduce herself.

He didn't respond immediately. His silent eyes were unusually cold, with a scrutinizing look in them. He swept her over from head to toe, as if taking an X-ray at a hospital. After a moment, he spoke with annoyance and disdain: "Hmm."

Tang Junyao: "........." Is it that cold, or is your reaction time too slow?

She didn't care about his indifference. As long as she completed the task assigned by her grandfather today, that was all that mattered. It was their first time meeting, and she was forced into it. Judging from the situation, he probably wasn't doing it voluntarily either.

This reaction is normal; slightly embarrassed, she lowered her tired right hand.

She just wanted to go through the motions of a handshake out of basic politeness; if she didn't want to, fine.

She had important business to attend to, and she had taken leave from the hospital today. Being someone who values ​​money above all else, she didn't want to waste any more time and have her salary docked.

"Then let's hurry up and get things done." She looked up at the man, her gaze not wavering or showing any fear.

She was really anxious, unsure whether she should queue or not. What if three hours of leave wasn't enough? It was all money she wasted.

But to a man, this statement makes him eager to get a marriage certificate with her.

His eyelids were lowered, his face was expressionless, and his facial features concealed a sharp chill.

He paused for a moment before parting his thin lips slightly: "In a hurry?"

In Tang Junyao's eyes, his behavior was characterized by slow reaction and facial paralysis.

"Yes, it's a bit urgent." She didn't explain why it was urgent, but went along with what he said, because time was indeed limited, after all, she had only asked for a few hours off, not half a day.

What she didn't know was that this would create resentment and prejudice.

His eyes held an unspoken, blatant sarcasm as he brushed past her without a moment's pause, striding straight toward the Civil Affairs Bureau, the old man following him inside.

The staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau were a little startled by the scene, but the man had a devilishly handsome face, which made the female staff members swoon.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, you've arrived! Please follow me. We've arranged for someone to assist you." The person who arrived was the Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Get the things out quickly, give them to Director Zhang," Old Master Ji urged.

Ji Hancheng handed the prepared items to Director Zhang with a blank expression. Director Zhang respectfully accepted them with both hands, then looked up and asked Tang Junyao, "Mrs. Ji, please give me your identification documents as well."

Mrs. Ji?

She doesn't seem to be registered yet. What is this person's status? Why does this leader act like a mouse before a cat?

Could he be some kind of mafia boss? Grandpa didn't say what the other person did. We were too hasty!

In a rush, she handed her ID card and household registration booklet to Director Zhang, and timidly asked, "How long does it take to process these documents?"

The man's gaze settled on her once more, his eyes filled with scrutiny and disdain.

As expected of this kind of woman, she was in such a hurry even when she got to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Sensing the unfriendly gaze, she began to explain, "No, I'm just asking because it's my first time getting married, nothing more. Please continue."

It's their first marriage, asking isn't illegal, what kind of look is that?

"Mrs. Ji, it won't take long, at most half an hour. Please come over here to take a photo and fill out some forms," ​​Director Zhang replied respectfully.

Because they were using the green channel, there was no need to waste any time. Besides, Director Zhang knew that Young Master Ji had no time to waste here.

Tang Junyao nodded with satisfaction and happiness. This person was too cold; he could really freeze someone to death. It was already a bitterly cold winter, and with this cooling device, it was enough to freeze a person. It was better to leave as soon as possible.

But all of this only added to Ji Hancheng's dissatisfaction. Sure enough, he was just a pretty face with delusions of grandeur. Even after getting the marriage certificate, he was afraid of things changing, and he was so impatient to ask when to meet. He was in such a hurry.

Tang Junyao had no idea that the man beside her held her in such contempt and looked down on her.

It didn't take half an hour to get the marriage certificate; I received the red booklet in just 18 minutes.

Grandpa Ji watched the entire process as all the formalities were completed, and only when his grandson handed him the red booklet did his anxious heart finally settle down.

Tang Junyao put the marriage certificate in her pocket, then said to Grandpa Ji, "Grandpa, I have to go now."

"Okay, Xiao Cheng, leave your phone number." The old man thought to himself that he would definitely take the child over after Old Tang left.

Ji Hancheng gestured to his bodyguard, who, upon receiving the instruction, discerningly handed him a business card.

Tang Junyao glanced at the business card but didn't react much before putting it in her pocket.

The man walking ahead suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at her. His eyes were silent and cold, devoid of any emotion, like bottomless pools of water, exuding an icy chill: "I hope Miss Tang will keep today's events a secret. If anyone finds out, you will bear the consequences. This is just a friendly reminder; you can't afford the consequences."

He left with a single sentence, then turned and walked away without looking back.

A few seconds later, she realized she was being threatened. It meant she was going to have a secret marriage. Why not just say it directly? Why use so many words? It's pointless.

Tang Junyao isn't easily frightened.

She looked up at the slogan before walking out the door.

He was stunned for a long time.

She felt the words made a lot of sense, and read them several times with mixed feelings, finding them somewhat similar to yet completely different from her current state of mind.

She got a marriage certificate with a stranger, who clearly didn't love her at all. Marriage doesn't equal happiness. She was born alone, and when she leaves, she can't take the person on the certificate with her.

She thought that love was a luxury of the spirit; it was okay to not have it, but it would be better to have more.

We've already got the marriage certificate, why be so dramatic? Let's leave it at that for now, there's still time to get back to the hospital.

She took a picture and sent it to her grandfather, along with a voice message: "Grandpa, I've completed my mission. Look, this is real, no doubt about it. If you don't believe me, you can call Grandpa Ji and ask. He supervised the whole process. Now you need to eat properly and stop bothering me. I'm going back to work at the hospital now."

He should be called Grandpa Ji. I think he just said that his grandson's name is something like Ji.

After sending the message, I immediately turned off the screen, put the phone in my pocket, and didn't bother to think about what it was called.

He walked straight to the Mercedes.