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

Night fell outside the window, the moon climbed to the treetops, and its shadow spread across the ground.

Tang Junyao and Su Xue each held a glass of grapefruit juice and leaned against the balcony railing in the same manner.

Tang Junyao took a sip of her drink, a gentle breeze seeping into her body. She pulled her coat tighter around herself. "It's getting a bit windy outside. Don't go back tonight. Little Strawberry is asleep. She's been by your side a lot lately, and if she wakes up at night, she'll definitely look for you. You can take her home together tomorrow."

Su Xue was also not used to her daughter not being around, so after thinking for a moment she agreed, "I'll call my mom later."

In a short while.

Su Xue thought of a question and asked, "Yao Yao, if Young Master Ji apologized to you, would you forgive him?"

Tang Junyao scoffed, "Don't waste your brain cells on such an unrealistic question. You're overthinking it. No matter what's wrong in the whole world, it's never his fault." And there's no way he'd apologize for something so outrageous.

Seeing her best friend's indifferent attitude, she didn't say anything more.

The next morning at 8:30, Tang Junyao received a message from Lan Yunchen: "Yaoyao, I bought you a treadmill. It should arrive today. Please make sure to sign for it."

Tang Junyao replied with a smile, "Brother, do you have super hearing or super vision? How did you know I wanted to buy a treadmill?" She had originally planned to place an order last night, but she forgot about it after chatting with Su Xue.

Lan Yunchen sent a laughing emoji, "I have them all. I bought them a while ago, but I wanted them to arrive on your day off."

Tang Junyao sent a heart emoji. It wasn't surprising that her brother knew she was home today, because the bodyguards would report it.

This is the Lan Group in Country A.

A man in black overalls was reporting on his work with his head down, leaning on a cane and standing with difficulty.

The man sat in the chair, listening to the bodyguard's account. His dark, deep eyes held complex emotions, and his handsome, angular face radiated coldness. He tapped his index finger on the table, causing the bodyguard's heart to tremble.

The man remained silent for a long time.

The bodyguard, like an ant on a hot pan, spoke first, "Young Master, I didn't do well this time. I'll go down and accept the punishment." He didn't dare to look up.

After a moment, the man spoke, his voice magnetic and deep, yet cold, "Do you know what you did wrong? If you answered correctly, you won't be punished; if you answered incorrectly, you'll be punished twice over."

The bodyguard's mind raced. "If I don't stay alert at all times, the other side will catch me."

After listening, the man snorted, "Black Tiger, it seems that after following me for so many years, you still don't know where you went wrong. You've already leaked Miss's information?"

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard suddenly realized what had happened. Yes, he had blurted out "Miss" in his haste, but he had quickly corrected himself. He shouldn't have been discovered.

While he was still pondering, the man continued his attack, "Do you think the other party won't find out about your slip of the tongue, and that you've successfully defended yourself? But the ones who arrested you are Ji Hancheng and Han Yue. Do you think they're the fools or you are?"

The bodyguard trembled, knowing he couldn't escape punishment this time. "Young master, I was wrong, I accept the punishment."

Lan Yunchen was exceptionally handsome, with a high nose bridge and an air of nobility and elegance. However, he was not as gentle and approachable as he appeared. When he was ruthless, he was no less merciful than the man from that night.

"Didn't Ji Hancheng say that I could get revenge on him anytime? If I don't do something, wouldn't that be unfair to him? Let's go and work on his Imperial Capital Commercial Street project."

"Yes, young master." The bodyguard leaned on his cane, preparing to leave. A man's voice came from behind, "Black Tiger, the Lan family's biggest taboo is someone who can't keep a secret. Considering you've been with me for so many years, this is the first and last time."

Weekends always fly by, and before you know it, it's Monday again. Little Strawberry was sent back to the Su family.

As usual, it was time for ward rounds. Ji Hancheng got up early today and sat nervously waiting for the rounds.

At 8:45, Tang Junyao pushed open the door and came in as usual. "How was your day?" She didn't call him by name, but asked directly.

This made the doctors standing nearby feel a bit impolite, since the hospital director had been very respectful when he came that day.

Ji Hancheng stared blankly at the woman in front of him, who was still beautiful after giving birth. His gaze was fixed on her face, unblinking for a moment.

This blatant scrutiny made Tang Junyao very uncomfortable.

Those around him were also waiting for Ji Hancheng's answer, but he remained silent for a long time. They noticed that his gaze was fixed on Dr. Tang's face, which made the people around him suspicious.

Tang Junyao turned to Xu Mingkai impatiently and asked, "Was this gentleman able to speak yesterday? If not, I suggest we try again..."

Ji Hancheng snapped out of his reverie at the sound of her voice, interrupting her as she spoke. Fearing that this woman would banish him from her control, he truthfully said, "My head hurts a little."

Seeing that he had spoken, Tang Junyao, adopting the demeanor of a doctor, said, "It's abnormal if you don't feel pain when you're hit. Pain means you're a normal person. Are there any other problems?"

Ji Hancheng had never been so nervous before. He was bombarded with her questions, afraid of saying the wrong word. It was just like the nervousness of a teacher calling on a student to answer a question when you were in school.

He told a lame lie, "Does a chest ache count?"

Tang Junyao immediately said, "I suggest you find a thoracic specialist, or transfer to that department."

Ji Hancheng coughed and immediately changed his tune, "Cough cough, no need, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Ji Hancheng shook his head. "No, that's all."

"Okay, see a doctor if you're not feeling well." Tang Junyao was a little unaccustomed to this side of Ji Hancheng. He wasn't sarcastic or confrontational; instead, he seemed more like a well-behaved puppy.

Tang Junyao's first reaction was that he had taken the wrong medicine.

Upon reaching the next room, Tang Junyao had no intention of inquiring about the young master's condition, knowing he had already recovered and was merely using it as an excuse to linger. "Young Master Lu, are you planning to stay a few more days?"

This direct question made Lu Jinnan a little embarrassed. He grinned, and the young doctor next to him smiled as well. "Hehe, I'm just being a brother, worried that Young Master Ji might be lonely, so I'm keeping him company. How many more days is he staying?"

Tang Junyao was speechless. It's true that the well-fed don't know the hunger of the starving. Everyone is so busy making a living that they don't even have time to rest. Some people don't know where their next meal will come from, while these people are so carefree. They even get themselves a concussion and end up in the hospital, getting a taste of retirement life in advance.

There really are differences between people. Some people are born into privilege and never have to worry about money in their lives, while others have to struggle through wind and rain just to survive.

After thinking for a while, Tang Junyao said calmly, "You'll have to ask him about that."

Lu Jinnan wanted to say: If you forgive Young Master Ji, he'll be discharged from the hospital in no time, but you can't say that.

He said in a serious tone, "Then I'll go ask about it later."

This sounded to Tang Junyao like opening a hotel, where the receptionist asked, "How many days do you need to stay?" and one of them replied, "Let me ask."

"Hmm," Tang Junyao didn't waste any more words with him. She was busy, and it wasn't like she could stay at home for as many days as she wanted.

I then checked on a few other wards, and just as I returned to my office, the bell rang for ward 1314.

The nurse came to call, "Dr. Tang, the patient in room 1314 says they're looking for you."

Tang Junyao turned her head and asked the nurse, "Did you say anywhere that you felt uncomfortable?"

The nurse shook her head. She had gone to check when the call bell rang, but the person on the other end didn't say where she felt unwell. They just said to find Dr. Tang. As a lowly nurse, she didn't dare to ask. Even the hospital director bowed and scraped before him; how could she dare to say anything more?

Seeing that she was a little worried, Tang Junyao patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll go check on her."

Tang Junyao pushed open the door and entered the ward. Xu Mingkai, who was inside, wisely withdrew and closed the door behind him. He stood outside and said to the nurse, who looked puzzled, "We can only discuss our young master's condition with the doctor. Please understand."

Hearing this explanation, the nurses had no more doubts. After all, he was an important person, and it was normal for him to have some privacy and not want others to know about his condition.

Tang Junyao stood upright, while Ji Hancheng sat on the bed. This time, it was her turn to look down at him. This reversal of roles made Ji Hancheng very uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to endure it.

He pursed his lips and slowly uttered, "I want to talk to you."

Tang Junyao calmly put her hands into the pockets on both sides of her white coat and remained standing. "We probably don't have anything to talk about. Aren't you worried about your wife and kids thinking about calling me in like this? Don't come looking for me again later. Don't try to pin the role of the mistress on me. I can't play that role in my life."

Ji Hancheng didn't understand her words and frowned as he asked, "What wife and children? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Tang Junyao didn't want to talk to him about family either, too lazy to even mention it. As for his issues with Lu Man, she didn't want to get involved either. "If you want to talk about the illness, I'll talk to you. As for other things, we have nothing to talk about, no common language, and our analytical levels are not on the same level. What do you think we can talk about? Besides, there's nothing else to talk about except the illness. Are we even going to talk about the illness?"

Ji Hancheng didn't want to talk to her about his illness, afraid that he would talk himself to death.

After waiting for a while, Ji Hancheng didn't say anything, but his face was very ugly, and it was obvious that he was angry. "If you don't want to talk, then fine, take a break."

Without giving the person in bed a chance, he turned and left.

When Tang Junyao came out, Xu Mingkai was a little stunned. This young master Ji was too weak, only a few minutes had passed.