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

Tangjia at 6 o'clock.

The restaurant had prepared a table full of delicious food, and the whole family was waiting for Tang Xin to start eating.

Mr. Tang paced back and forth in the living room, feeling extremely anxious and unable to sit down.

He frowned from time to time, walked with his hands behind his back, and seemed irritable.

Stepmother Chen Lan was dizzy from being spun around by him, but she couldn't say it directly. If she offended Tang Xin, she wouldn't have a good life, especially since she had worked so hard to get this position!

She asked very tactfully, "Old Tang, what's wrong? You've been wandering around for almost an hour. Tell me what's wrong, and see if Tingting and I can help you."

Tang Junting, whose name was called, was busy working on her manicure, carefully polishing it. When her name was called and her mother kept giving her meaningful glances, she sat up straight and stopped fiddling with her nails.

Upon hearing his wife ask this question, Mr. Tang became furious. That afternoon, he went to a law firm to consult about the inheritance. However, the lawyer said that the property could not be recovered, not even by going to court, because Mr. Tang's will had been notarized 10 years ago. Therefore, there was no way to exploit loopholes by claiming that Mr. Tang was not in his right mind.

These three words, "10 years ago," almost drove Tang's father crazy. If you think about it, wasn't it right after his ex-wife jumped off the building?

According to the law, unless Tang Junyao voluntarily transfers her property to his name, there is no other possibility.

This was precisely what frustrated him. He had gone to see that brat a few days ago, but she was absolutely not going to comply with his wishes.

Not to mention transferring the inheritance, you're lucky if you don't upset him anymore.

She even conspired with the eldest daughter of the Su family to kick her out; what a rebellious daughter.

Tang Junting said softly and obediently, "Dad, instead of keeping it to yourself, why don't we discuss it together? Maybe Mom and I can help?"

Tang's father thought about it and agreed. There's strength in numbers, what if something happens?

Mr. Tang then recounted the story of Mr. Tang's estate, including the fact that he had been rejected.

After hearing this, Chen Lan and Tang Junting were so angry that their faces almost froze. They suppressed their dissatisfaction and cursed Old Master Tang eight hundred times.

Chen Lan couldn't tolerate enduring so much for so many years, only to end up giving such a large sum of money to that wretched girl. She couldn't accept it.

She deliberately added fuel to the fire, scolding Tang Junyao, "This Yaoyao is too insensible. How could you sign off on Grandpa's things without even asking him? You are the first heir, after all. This child has wasted all those years of schooling."

Upon hearing this, Tang's father's anger flared even more; he felt an urge to strangle that rebellious daughter.

Tang Junting continued her sarcastic and indirect remark: "Dad, my sister is unwilling to transfer the assets to you now. She holds 20% of Tang's shares. If she gets married, we won't be able to get them back; they'll just fall into her husband's hands."

What he meant was simply that we can still get it back now, so we need to hurry.

Chen Lan glanced at Tang's father's face, which was indeed a bit uglier than before. She curled her lips and said, "Oh dear, what are we going to do? Yao Yao is already 23. She can't stay single forever. But once she gets married, she'll have nothing to do with you anymore, Old Tang. You're so insensible! If this were under my Tingting's name, I would have transferred it back long ago. Isn't this just hogging it? How can a granddaughter inherit such a large sum of money? Look at Tingting, she has nothing!"

This is a clever remark; the implication is that Tang Junyao has everything Tingting doesn't.

In fact, Chen Lan was also jealous of Tang Junyao. During their school years, Tang Junyao and Su Xue were always skipping grades. She didn't know how Tang Junyao's brain worked. On the other hand, her own daughter almost had to repeat a grade. Her grades were always terrible.

Su Xue was forced to skip grades with Yao Yao because she wanted to keep up with her best friend, wanted to be with her, and didn't want Yao Yao to be too lonely. As for why Tang Junyao was working so hard, Chen Lan would never know.

"My sister is so irresponsible. Why would a girl like her hoard so much property? She doesn't know how to manage it. And she rides a motorcycle every day at an incredible speed. What if something really happens to her one day?"

Tang Junting was a shrewd survivor, very good at reading people's expressions. As she spoke, her gaze would occasionally drift to Tang's father's face to observe him.

Sure enough, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Tang's father's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Tang Junting couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Chen Lan noticed her daughter's reaction and gave her a comforting look.

Everything in the living room was observed by a pair of eyes at the top of the stairs on the second floor, and he immediately composed a message and sent it out.

In the master bedroom at night.

After taking a shower, Chen Lan wore a semi-transparent silk nightgown, turned up the air conditioning a little, and sprayed herself with a specially blended perfume.

Chen Lan is very clear about her usefulness and advantages. She has always been very concerned about her face and body, and she goes to beauty treatments every few days, such as IPL skin rejuvenation, hyaluronic acid injections, and wrinkle-reducing injections. Over the past year, she has spent a lot of money on her face.

This effort paid off; Tang's father has indeed been very infatuated with her over the years and hasn't had any mistresses.

Tang's father also liked her very much and always asked her to do things with him.

Chen Lan leaned close to Tang's father's lips and kissed him gently, her delicate arms draped over his shoulders, and she said sweetly, "Husband, you're so handsome."

Tang's father leaned against the bed, a smug smile on his face. "You're so sweet-talking, and you're the most sensible one."

He loved Chen Lan's perfume the most, and he would lose control whenever she got close, wanting to be intimate with her.

That evening, Chen Lan did everything she could to please Tang's father, trying different ways to make him happy.

Over the years, her skills in this area have become very refined.

Afterwards, Chen Lan leaned softly against Tang's father's chest, writing his name on his chest with her finger. "Old Tang, what are you planning to do about these shares? You can't let Yao Yao really control you. If Yao Yao were on your side, that would be fine, but this girl hates you and me to the bone because of her mother. What if she joins the board of directors and turns against you one day? That wouldn't be a good thing. Tingting was right tonight. If she had them, she would have transferred them to you long ago."

Like striking a snake at its vital spot, Chen Lan knew exactly how to manipulate Tang's father's heart.

He is often at his most relaxed and happy after such pleasurable events, and is also the easiest to be seduced.

Otherwise, how did she end up in the Tang family as Mrs. Tang?

Tang's father frowned and turned to ask her, "What's your idea?"

Chen Lan pretended to hesitate for a moment, then stammered, "There is a way, but it depends on whether you're willing to do it. If Yao Yao falls off her bike and has some kind of accident, you can pretend to be unconscious or something, then you can..."

Chen Lan didn't spell out her words clearly, fearing that Tang's father would have ulterior motives and think she wanted to kill Tang Junyao. So she cleverly said she was pretending to be unconscious, meaning she could control her.

At least it's his daughter; if she takes pity on him, he'll have lost more than he gained.

In reality, she didn't think that way. Once Tang's father entrusted her with this task, the unexpected events could be difficult to predict. She could easily find excuses like "too fast" or "losing control of her strength during the fight."

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

After a long silence, Tang's father finally spoke, his eyes filled with malice, "Don't be reluctant. She's an ingrate, just like her mother, she'll only be a stumbling block for me. Don't leave any trace, keep it clean."

Chen Lan was overjoyed, but she didn't show it too much on her face. "Don't worry, husband, I always handle things perfectly." She was secretly delighted. Everything in the Tang family would eventually be hers, and she would always be Mrs. Tang.

Tang Junyao was just about to pack up and leave work when her phone vibrated in her pocket.

She always keeps her phone on vibrate when seeing patients during working hours.

She stopped what she was doing, took out her phone, and saw an unfamiliar number. She frowned when she saw the message: "Sis, are you off work yet? Be careful these next few days after get off work. If it's too late, make sure to drive in crowded areas. Don't drive on side streets during the day either. Also, carry something for self-defense. If possible, sleep in the hospital's on-call room. Try not to go home. Please be careful."

It was obvious that the message was sent by Tang Junyan, the youngest son born to her half-brother. This so-called younger brother was born when she was eleven years old and is currently only in the fifth grade of elementary school.

She didn't dislike her simple-minded younger brother, but she also couldn't bring herself to like him. After all, he was born to that woman. She guessed that perhaps the Tang family was plotting something to harm her, and this kid had discovered it and sent a tip-off.

If Chen Lan knew that her own son had betrayed her plans, I wonder what she would think.

She didn't offer a saintly thank you, and chose to ignore it, continue tidying her desk, and go home.