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

11pm.

In an abandoned shipyard on the outskirts of the city, two men wearing black down jackets stood. One was half-squatting in front of a man whose face was covered in blood, while the other sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers—not smoking, but letting it burn in the wind—his gaze fixed on the injured man. "Tell me," he said, "who is your master?"

The injured man licked the blood from his mouth, spat it out onto the ground, and said, "I was just taking a walk nearby, why are you arresting me?"

Han Yue watched this tough guy with great interest. He had been beaten for half an hour without saying a word or even uttering a sound of pain. "You're quite health-conscious. Guess where the hardest part of your body is?" He pointed downwards with his finger.

The bodyguard, with an expression that said, "Go ahead and try. You're a bachelor; dying would be the end of everything."

Ji Hancheng flicked his cigarette butt, touched his nose with one hand, and said thoughtfully, "Let's bring that Miss Tang from Yixinyuan here too."

Han Yue smiled and nodded to the men he had brought with him. The thugs deliberately prepared to turn around.

The bodyguard who had been arrested panicked for a moment, "Wait a minute, don't touch the young lady."

Ji Hancheng lowered his eyes, his brows furrowed. "Miss?"

Upon hearing this, the man realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself, saying, "Didn't you just say it was Miss Tang? I'm just hired to protect this young lady. As for who the employer is, we don't know. As long as the money is right, that's fine."

Han Yue lit a cigarette, standing lazily at over 1.8 meters tall, with a touch of roguishness. "That explanation is not bad, but are the bodyguards of your Lan family able to take on outside jobs? Is the Lan family too poor to support you?" His tone revealed a hint of impatience and threat.

The man was unaware that the people who had arrested him had investigated so thoroughly. He was unsure how to explain, searching for words in his mind, and paused for half a second.

Ji Hancheng took in his expression without being impatient. "It seems your Lan family has rules. That makes me think more highly of you. Your training is quite good. I'm taking pity on you today and will ask you a few questions."

The man remained silent, unsure of what the other person wanted to say. He was filled with anxiety, wondering how to escape.

These men were the young master of the Lan family's personal bodyguards. Before leaving, the young master instructed them to protect the young lady's safety, as it was their duty to ensure that nothing happened to her.

Who knew that he would be caught off guard while relieving himself today? He was always very vigilant, and he didn't know how he lost the chance. The key point is that the person who caught him was walking silently and didn't notice him at all.

Ji Hancheng lowered his crossed legs, leaned forward, and approached the man. "What is the relationship between Miss Tang, whom you are protecting, and the Lan family?"

The bodyguard remained silent and did not nod, keeping his expression tense.

Ji Hancheng, however, remained unhurried, a smile playing on his lips. "Good. Next question: Does the Lan family patriarch have a son?"

The man still didn't move. Ji Hancheng was particularly patient. He rubbed his chin and said, "Hmm, he's trained quite well. Looks like he's your master's personal bodyguard."

"One last question, is the child your young master's? My patience is running out. If you mispronounce a single word, your Miss Tang will be executed for you." Ji Hancheng took a knife that gleamed in the darkness from the thug and casually wiped the blade.

At this moment, Ji Hancheng exuded a fierce aura. Even though he was extremely patient, the injured bodyguard knew that his patience had reached its limit. Having served as the young master of the Lan family's personal bodyguard for so many years, he knew very well what this man's words meant.

The bodyguard thought for a moment and said, "Before I answer, I need to ask you a question."

"explain."

"What is your purpose? I'm just a worthless life, it doesn't matter if I die. As for Miss Tang you mentioned, what do I have to fear if I'm already dead?" The bodyguard was also gambling.

Ji Hancheng frowned slightly, a dark and unreadable emotion hidden in his eyes. "I want to know her relationship with the Lan family."

"Related." The bodyguard uttered only two words.

"Where are her children?"

The bodyguard, enduring the pain, said, "Sir, that's really laughable. How could we bodyguards possibly know whose child Miss Tang is? Are all bodyguards in the capital so knowledgeable about the privacy of their clients?"

He wasn't afraid of death to be Lan Yunchen's personal bodyguard, and he could guess a bit about this man's thinking. If he won the gamble, everyone would be happy; if he lost, he would just die. Without the Lan family, he would have been dead long ago.

Ji Hancheng crouched down close to the bodyguard, raised his hand, and plunged a knife into the man's leg. Blood gushed out instantly, but the man only frowned and did not utter a sound.

With a white knife going in and a red knife coming out, Ji Hancheng's eyes were filled with bloodlust. He fiercely pulled out the knife and threw it to the thug, then stood up and straightened his clothes.

The thug handed him a wet wipe, which he slowly and methodically used to clean himself. After wiping himself clean, he tossed the wipe back to the thug, who then stuffed it into his pocket.

Ji Hancheng turned and looked down at the bodyguards. "After you get out of here alive, tell your master that he is welcome to come and seek revenge. I am Ji Hancheng, and I am ready to serve you anytime." With that, he strode towards the car.

Han Yue somewhat admired the bodyguard. He licked his lips, tossed away his cigarette butt, stomped on it, and half-squatted down. "Kid, I've got my eye on you. What's your name?"

The bodyguard's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his teeth chattering in pain. He pressed his hands against the bleeding spot and gritted his teeth as he said, "I like women."

Han Yue smiled and stood up, not forcing him to say, "I like men?"

Then he stood up and praised again, "Not bad. No wonder I couldn't find out about your Lan family's background. It turns out you're all fearless. It seems your master has been kind to you. Interesting."

He turned to the thugs at the door and said, "Take him to the hospital for a bandage. I'd like to spare his life."

Upon reaching the parking area, Han Yue asked, "Are you doing this out of kindness and good deeds today in preparation for becoming a father?"

Ji Hancheng, his face dark, didn't answer Han Yue's question. "Go practice boxing."

With a sharp tongue, Han Yue said, "Fine, I'll let you vent. After you've vented, you can be a father in peace."

Tiss Boxing Gym Room.

Ji Hancheng and Han Yue both changed into light sportswear and slowly put on their boxing gloves.

Xu Mingkai rushed over and sat down in the audience to watch the battle. He even bought 5 yuan worth of melon seeds outside. Everything was ready, and he was just waiting to go on stage.

It's been a long time since I've seen Young Master Ji and Young Master Han box. It was incredibly exciting, a real fight between men. It would be a shame not to buy some melon seeds for this spectacle.

Before it started, Ji Hancheng raised an eyebrow and said provocatively, "If you lose, call me 'brother'."

Han Yue scoffed, "Dream on. If you lose, you'll have to call me grandpa."

The two stopped exchanging pleasantries, staring intently at each other, preparing to launch a heavy attack. Ji Hancheng was fierce, swinging his fists with incredible speed. Han Yue was initially on guard, but he didn't expect this guy to be serious, each punch more ferocious than the last.

She pressed her tongue against the cheek that had been grazed, and like an enraged leopard, she used all her strength to punch Ji Hancheng hard.

They exchanged blows for several rounds when suddenly, "Bang..." Ji Hancheng inexplicably fell backward and crashed heavily onto the stage.

Seeing this, Xu Mingkai quickly threw down the sunflower seeds, nimbly flipped onto the stage, and tried to wake him up, "Young Master Ji, Young Master Ji..."

Han Yue was also a bit stunned. This guy actually used his head to block his fist. Fortunately, he held back, but there was still some force. After checking Ji Hancheng's injuries, he decisively said, "Take him to the hospital."

The unconscious Ji Hancheng was completely unaware of what was happening. Xu Mingkai carried him to the underground parking garage. Han Yue drove at top speed, but there was still some traffic. Xu Mingkai was sweating profusely with anxiety. This was a big shot in the capital city; he couldn't afford to have an accident.

Han Yue glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He was completely unconscious and very agitated, honking the horn repeatedly.