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

At the entrance of the Royal Garden Villa.

Tang Junyao parked her car in the garage today. She usually parks it in the yard, since the yard is quite big and the garage would be inconvenient because she would have to open the door.

But the weather is gloomy and not very good today; I'm afraid it will rain.

After parking the car, I reached into my pocket for my keys and realized the living room was brightly lit; Aunt Liu must have come home.

Then there's no need for a key, so he put the key back in his pocket.

She deftly removed her helmet with one hand, tossed her long hair, and froze the moment she opened the door. It wasn't Aunt Liu; it was clearly her newlywed husband, Ji Hancheng, who had returned.

Looking from the doorway, you can't see the man's clothes, but you can see his thick, black hair, straight back, and an air of nobility and elegance.

He's quite handsome, good-looking from every angle, but his personality is... indescribable.

She was stunned for half a second, but she didn't expect that it would be Ji Hancheng who came back, and she didn't know if he would stay overnight, so she felt a little awkward.

But on the other hand, it makes sense. Didn't we agree on three months? How can I achieve my goal if he doesn't come back?

The sudden awkwardness dissipated.

She just hadn't figured out what agreement her grandfather and Grandpa Ji had reached. Given her grandfather's and her family's status, she knew perfectly well that it was impossible for her grandfather to let Ji Hancheng marry her. So, if her grandfather was threatening him with something, then she would be in the wrong.

I need to help him achieve his goal for the next three months. I still need to ask Grandpa Ji about it another day. Although I don't care if Ji Hancheng looks down on me, I still want to figure out why I can't get out of the circle of scheming women.

After thinking it through, she put the helmet and keys on the shoe rack by the door and naturally took out her shoes to change.

Out of self-restraint and for the sake of a harmonious, albeit pseudo, cohabitation relationship, she greeted him first, "Young Master Ji, have you eaten?"

Just as Ji Hancheng was about to light a cigarette, he heard the door open and knew she was back. He didn't turn around, but when he looked over, he saw the woman changing her shoes.

The casual outfit made her slender figure appear even more delicate and graceful.

He didn't answer her question, his eyes filled with scrutiny. He squinted at the helmet on the shoe rack by the door, which seemed to be the same brand as the motorcycle at Han Yue's house. The helmet had a matching logo with the motorcycle, which Han Yue had explained to him. The motorcycle was priced at around a million.

Interesting. At the same time, the scene of the leather-clad girl being hit on by the rich second-generation heir that night also flashed through his mind.

After a moment, he replied, "No."

He hadn't eaten. He thought Aunt Liu was home, but when he came back, there wasn't a soul in sight. Since he wasn't hungry, he didn't go out again.

After changing her shoes, she looked straight at him and casually asked, "Would you like some home-cooked food?"

If you're going to eat, cook a little of his food; if you're not going to eat it, don't cook too much, following the teachings of the farmer who toils under the midday sun.

A single word escaped his lips: "Mmm."

Tang Junyao didn't care about his indifference and aloofness at all. She turned around and went into the kitchen to wash her hands, put on an apron, and looked like a virtuous wife as she washed her hands and cooked.

The kitchen faces the living room sofa, and the man sitting on the sofa can see everything the woman in the kitchen is doing at a glance.

He originally wanted to come back today to see Tang Junyao's reaction to the scandal, but since he returned, her face has remained completely calm and undisturbed, as if the matter had nothing to do with her at all.

Is it that she really doesn't care, or that she's just hiding it too well?

A woman's heart is like the bottom of the sea, and he was momentarily suspicious.

You can judge whether Tang Junyao is faking it based on your own feelings.

Watching the woman busy in the kitchen, he felt a strange, indescribable feeling in his heart, as if there was no agreement between them, and he was waiting for his newlywed wife to prepare dinner.

Tang Junyao was unaware that while she was cooking inside, the man outside was lost in thought.

She worked quickly, washing and cooking, and in 40 minutes, three dishes and a soup were ready.

After setting the dishes down, she called out to the living room with just two simple words, "Dinner."

She never called him by his name, but simply followed Assistant Xu's lead and called him Young Master Ji.

Aunt Liu called him Young Master, while Su Xue said that people in the capital called him Master Ji.

He stood up, straightened his suit, and slowly sat down at the dining table.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, cold black fungus salad, tomato and egg soup.

It has a bright and glossy color, but I wonder what it tastes like.

Noticing his gaze was fixed on the dishes, she figured that perhaps the pampered young master wasn't used to such home-style cooking. "It's just ordinary home-style food. I don't know if Young Master Ji would be used to it."

She was trying to say that if you're not used to it, go out to eat; this lady won't serve you.

"Hmm, I'm not picky." Even he himself didn't believe that when he said that.

Normally, Xu Mingkai would have his meals prepared fresh at his family's hotel.

After sitting down, seeing that he didn't make any further moves, Tang Junyao guessed that the young master's problem had flared up. Perhaps he had Parkinson's disease and couldn't serve himself rice. Helpless and kind, she still served him a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup.

After finishing this series of tasks, she sat down and started eating on her own. She was really starving and didn't care about the man opposite her at all.

It's not like they're three years old, they don't need to be fed!

The food was better than he had imagined, which made him take a closer look at her. This woman knew medicine, rode a motorcycle, and could cook.

Is there anything she can't do? Come to think of it, the Tang family is a prominent family in the capital.

Although she can't compare to the wealthy families, she is still a rich heiress, which is different from other rich heiresses.

He quickly snapped back to reality and realized he had been spacing out several times throughout the night. He was really going crazy. What did this have to do with him?

She was still happily stuffing food into her mouth, completely unaware that the man's gaze was repeatedly sweeping over her.

He was a little surprised. Did this woman not consider him a man? It was the first time a woman had eaten in front of him without any affectation; she was genuinely eating.

The women Lu Jinnan brought before all lived by relying on immortal energy, and they counted each grain of rice as they ate. This woman, however, just shoveled food into her mouth!

Could it be a special tactic to attract me?

He had just returned when he noticed that Aunt Liu was not there. He casually asked, "Didn't Grandpa ask Aunt Liu to come and take care of you? I haven't seen her. Did you go back?"

She thought to herself with disdain, "Do I have that much power? To be able to order your nanny around?"

Aunt Liu must be incredibly capable to be willing to serve me.

What are you thinking about?

He said calmly, "I've been on leave for several days, but since you asked, I'll tell you today. I have hands and feet and don't need anyone to take care of me. Besides, I'm not used to strangers staring at me every day. If you don't mind, you can ask Aunt Liu not to come."

"But if you insist on making arrangements, I don't mind."

He inexplicably felt that her words were implying something about him, but he couldn't find any evidence to support it.

But he didn't object to the suggestion. After all, Aunt Liu was his grandfather's person, and she was probably sent there to monitor him. He didn't like being monitored.

"Okay, I'll talk to Grandpa about this."

"Thank you." After that, the restaurant fell silent, and the two remained silent for the rest of the time.

They're all seriously eating!

Whether it was because the food she cooked suited his taste, or because he had eaten too much delicacies and rich food, he ate two bowls of rice that night. During the meal, Tang Junyao was surprised, wondering if this dignified Young Master Ji was so down-to-earth.

The young master of a wealthy family is naturally well-mannered; even his eating movements are elegant. After he finished eating, he took a tissue to wipe his mouth and hands, and then leaned back lazily in his chair.

He gazed at her as if he were a ruler surveying the world: "Miss Tang, there's something we need to explain."

She continued working on the CDs, each one a labor of love. "Tell me," she said, without even looking up.

"Since Miss Tang doesn't need Aunt Liu to come over, then for the next two months and 26 days, it will just be the two of us in this house. During this time, if I need to eat Miss Tang's meals, I will pay the corresponding fees."

Hearing this, she raised her head, inwardly sneering and speechless. She had only politely asked him if he wanted to eat that evening, but it seemed like he now suspected her of tempting him with food.

She once again wondered what her grandfather had done to make her so wary of her.

If I refuse now, I'll probably have to say I'm playing hard to get, or if that doesn't work, I'll have to say I want to win him over through his stomach.

"Fine, I'll just keep it to avoid further misunderstandings. I'm exhausted." He said, "Okay, just have Assistant Xu transfer it to me. Pay the market price; I don't want to take advantage of you."

That's great. It's a way to earn extra money while working part-time. I never thought that one day my grandfather's culinary skills would bring him such income.

He was surprised that she agreed so readily, without even asking for his contact information. This sense of self-awareness and propriety left him feeling somewhat conflicted.

"Okay," she said, turning around and going upstairs neatly.

That evening, Ji Hancheng called his grandfather and said that Tang Junyao was not used to being served by strangers and preferred to cook for herself. When Grandpa Ji heard that it was Tang Junyao's request, he did not force her to do so.

Before leaving, she told him to take good care of her.

Tang Junyao still took the blame for this.