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

Many plum trees have appeared in front of the Ji residence.

Favored by the cold wind, plum blossoms fell like snow in front of the courtyard, as if a celestial maiden were scattering flowers, and a faint fragrance filled every corner.

Aunt Ji was helping Ji Hancheng tidy up his things when she happened to see this scene. A little puzzled, she wondered why the young master was acting so strangely today, and casually asked, "Young master, did you see the young mistress when you went to Blue City last time?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the man's face instantly froze, dropping to freezing point.

For the past two years, he has accompanied his father to Blue City Hospital to treat the aftereffects of his leg injury. Although the training base is only a few hundred meters away from Blue City Hospital, it is no exaggeration to describe the place as heavily guarded. Whenever someone tries to get close, the bodyguards on the other side become vigilant.

What he couldn't tell anyone was that he had attempted to raid the Lan family 13 times at night, but had failed each time, which frustrated him greatly.

If he could, he would want to carry a bomb and raze the Lan family's training base to the ground.

After Xu Mingkai inquired, he learned that the Blue City training base was not always guarded by so many people, nor was it always isolated from the outside world. Instead, the defenses were increased starting on the second night after a new round of trainees entered.

His true intentions were hard to guess, but he didn't want to guess; he just wanted to go in and take a look.

Aunt Ji waited for a long time without any sound, so she stopped talking. The young master's silence was the best answer. It seemed that he had not seen the young mistress again. In the past two years, the young master's temperament had become much colder. He rarely said a word and often stood by the window to look at the flowers. He also liked to tinker with the flowers and trees in the Imperial Garden and the Ji residence. When they withered, he would replace them with new trees that were about to bloom.

I don't know how many times I've gone through this in the past two years.

Yuan Shu finished tidying up Ji Hang's things and, wanting to check on her son, pushed open the door to find a gloomy face. "What's wrong?"

Ji Hancheng did not answer the question, but instead said directly, "The flight is at 11 a.m. tomorrow."

Yuan Shu shook her head inwardly, "Okay, you should get some rest."

After Yuan Shu and Aunt Ji left the room, they asked, "What's wrong with the young master?"

Aunt Ji thought back for a moment and realized that it was after she asked the young mistress that her face turned cold. She then answered truthfully, "I just asked if the young master saw the young mistress when he went to Blue City last time. The young master seemed unhappy. I guess he didn't see her and misses her."

Yuan Shuming understood, sighed inwardly, and waved his hand, "Go and rest, don't tell the old man about this."

"Okay, I got it."

Back in the room, Yuan Shu took the book from her husband's hand, lifted the covers, and sat down.

Ji Hang: "Didn't you go see your son? Why do you come back looking so gloomy?"

Yuan Shu straightened her husband's blanket, turned around and said, "Xiao Cheng must have fallen completely in love with that girl. You said he always accompanies us to Blue City, but every time we arrive, he disappears without a trace. Don't you have any thoughts about that?"

Ji Hang patted his wife's hand, "What can I think? He's never found her before. If he hasn't found her, it means she doesn't want to see him. He hurt her two years ago and she left. Can't he even be allowed to be angry? If he really likes her, he should put aside his pride and sincerely pursue her. What's the use of messing around with the flowers in the yard every day? She won't come back. We parents can't interfere in matters of the heart. He has to figure it out himself."

Yuan Shu was still worried. "But it's been two years, haven't you noticed that our son is talking less and less?"

Ji Hang chuckled as if he weren't his biological father. "When has he ever talked too much? Just relax and don't worry about it. You really can't help with this. Like Dad said, this kid is lacking in emotional intelligence. If he doesn't get it, even if you bring someone to him, he'll still drive them away. It'll be all in vain. Right now, he's arrogant, domineering, and willful. He's used to giving orders and always considers things from his own perspective. He'll get it when he learns to put himself in others' shoes and understand things."

Yuan Shu rolled her eyes at her husband, "Are you even his real father? When are we going to get this? He's already 30 this year."

Ji Hang sighed helplessly, "If he doesn't get it, even if he turns 60, there's nothing we can do."

Blue City Airport.

The plane started operating, making a rubber-like rubbing sound for about ten seconds, followed by the roar of the engine.

Tang Junyao had her hair tied in a high ponytail, wore a black casual suit, and was holding a small ball of grapefruit in her arms. Su Xue was also dressed casually today, which was rare for her, and was holding a small strawberry in her arms.

Two maids stood to the side holding baby bags, one with a pomelo and the other with a strawberry.

Lan Yunchen was still wearing a casual and comfortable light beige tracksuit. He busily carried the luggage up and down the stairs by himself. By the time everything was ready, beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

Lan Chumu picked up the little pomelo from Tang Junyao's arms and kissed it. "Remember to think of your great-uncle when you get back, okay? Don't forget him, okay? If your brother still has anything to take care of when he goes there, have him take care of it for you, okay?"

"I know, Uncle, you've said it eight hundred times already."

Shen Muyun hugged and kissed Little Strawberry, then teased Little Pomelo, "Auntie will come to see you when your aunt is on summer vacation, okay?"

The two little ones grinned, showing their tiny teeth, and laughed happily. "Okay..."

Lan Yunxi held onto Xiaoyouzi tightly from Lan Chumu's arms, her eyes brimming with tears, trying hard not to let them fall.

Shen Muyun forcefully pulled the child away from her again, "Be good, let your sister go first, the little baby will cry from hunger if it's late, be good, Mom will go with you later."

Tang Junyao went over and hugged her younger sister. "Didn't we agree last night that you wouldn't cry? I'll wait for you in the capital. When you come, I'll take a day off and show you all over the capital. I promise my little princess will be happy." She then wiped away her tears.

The plane taxied and took off, soaring into the sky. Watching the plane disappear into the distance, the three people left behind shed tears, still reluctant to part.

Lan Chumu embraced his wife and held his daughter's hand, his eyes reddening as he said, "Let's go. Yao Yao belongs to the capital. We can't force her to stay and make things difficult for her. As long as she's happy."

"Yes, this child is so sensible."

It was the two children's first time on an airplane. They clung to the window with their little hands, patting it incessantly, and kicked their little legs anxiously, trying to climb out. "Mommy, clouds, clouds, so beautiful!"

Tang Junyao wiped away the drool that the child had drooled from excitement. "Okay, do you like it?"

"like........."

Little Strawberry excitedly turned to Su Xue and said, "Mommy, fly!"

Su Xue fiddled with the neatly braided pigtails that Lan Yunxi had styled. "Hmm, it's flying! Are you happy? We're going home now."

The little girl smiled and nodded carefree.

Lan Yunchen smiled as he watched this scene. "Su Xue, did you tell your brother you're back? Should we let him know?"

Su Xue shook her head. What if her brother is busy? She should wait until they get to the capital to tell him.

The two little ones got tired from playing and fell asleep in their mothers' arms. Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wu took out blankets from the baby bag and covered the little ones with them.

Lan Yunchen dozed off, and the cabin fell silent for a moment. The two were lost in thought, each with their own thoughts. Tang Junyao turned her head to look out the window at the scenery. In the past, she would look up to see the clouds, but now she was up close and in the middle of it. The white clouds looked just like cotton, and the blue sky was like a vast lake.