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

In a room at the Tiss Club, Han Yue was sleeping. He had been working late the night before and had only gone to bed in the early hours of the morning. He was suddenly woken up by a phone call.

He stretched out his smooth arm and groped around haphazardly, but found nothing. Frustrated, he opened his eyes and realized that his phone was on the bedside table instead of under his pillow. No wonder he hadn't been able to find it after searching for so long.

Looking at the caller ID, I really didn't want to answer, but out of brotherly affection, I picked up anyway. I turned on speakerphone, placed the phone on my pillow, closed my eyes, and said impatiently, "Speak."

Lu Jinnan wasn't going to joke around today and went straight to the point: "Help me find out who did it."

Han Yue noticed that Lu Jinnan's tone was very serious, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed at being woken up. "You haven't studied Chinese, so you've forgotten the subject."

Upon hearing that this guy was still sleeping, Lu Jinnan said, "Xu Man had her Achilles tendon removed. I want to know who did it and give my mother an explanation. My uncle just passed away, and now they're pinning the blame on Young Master Ji, insisting that he's waiting to turn the tables and get revenge."

Han Yue chuckled, yawned, opened his eyes, and propped his head up on his side. "You've changed your surname back. Aren't you afraid people will say you've forgotten about us now that you're gone?"

"Brother, is this the main point of our conversation? When did you become so gossipy?"

Han Yue ignored his words and said directly, "It can't be Young Master Ji. He always leaves his name when he does things. This kind of petty theft is not his style. I'll help you check on Su Yu."

Lu Jinnan was a little puzzled. What did this have to do with Su Yu? It had nothing to do with Xu Man. "Are you still asleep? Why are you investigating him? Investigate that sugar daddy's wife."

Han Yue wanted to suggest he get his head checked, "If Xu Man hadn't drugged you, would you have been able to sleep with her sister?"

Lu Jinnan suddenly realized, "How come I didn't think of that? So Su Yu knows about me and his sister."

A nonchalant, teasing voice came through the phone: "How should I know? I'm a rocket, you ignite it and I'll fly."

Before Lu Jinnan could say anything more, Han Yue had already hung up the phone, a rather ruthless act.

After hanging up the phone, Miss Wei, the top escort at Tiss, called back, her voice tinged with nervousness and gratitude, "Hey, Mr. Han, are you awake? Thank you for last night."

Han Yue remained expressionless and calm, offering his usual routine: "You're my employee. Tiss operates on the principle of scarcity, so sending you out is a slap in the face to Tiss."

These words, whether explicitly or implicitly, are from the boss's perspective, making it very clear that I didn't save you for your own sake.

Yesterday, Han Yue was called away by the manager with a phone call. Actually, a group of rich kids had heard how good-looking Tiss's top prostitute was and came to the manager wanting to take her out. The manager called Wei Ning over to ask for her opinion, but she refused to compromise and desperately protected herself, getting slapped several times. The manager felt that those people were causing trouble before the place even opened, so he directly called Han Yue, which saved Wei Ning.

Of course, all of those people were also injured, and their injuries were quite serious. It was clear that Han Yue had gone all out. It wasn't anyone who could just cause trouble for Tiss in the capital.

Wei Ning had thought about Han Yue's lines before making the call, but she still wanted to call. "No matter what your perspective is, from my point of view, I still want to thank you. You have protected me all these years, otherwise I wouldn't be where I am today."

Han Yue remained aloof. He had wanted to sleep a little longer that morning, but the phone kept ringing one after another. "How you interpret it is your business. Just remember one thing: we are in a superior-subordinate relationship. I am the boss and you are the employee. I will take action within my responsibilities. As for who you like and really want to go out with, that is your choice. Tiss will not interfere."

Wei Ning dug her nails into her palms without feeling any pain. "I know, I said I won't leave Tiss or go out as a prostitute." These words seemed to be spoken to herself as well as to Han Yue.

Han Yue hung up the phone again, completely wide awake. Frustrated, he tossed his phone onto the bed, threw back the covers, and revealed his bare upper body. Years of working out and boxing had given him a stunning physique: a tanned complexion, a firm chest, and particularly prominent pectoral muscles. However, the long scar on his chest was more noticeable.

He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a bath towel. Half an hour later, he was wearing a white bath towel around his lower body, still dripping with water, exuding a masculine aura. He opened the closet, grabbed a casual suit jacket, and neatly tore off the bath towel to put it on.

After getting dressed, she called Ji Hancheng, who answered quickly, "Where are you?"

A cold voice came from the other end, "The company."

The two chatted for less than a minute before Han Yue drove to the Ji Group.

As soon as he entered the Ji Group's president's office area, Lu Jinnan's secretarial team, whose numbers resembled three thousand concubines, greeted him with smiles, "Young Master Han."

Han Yue simply nodded in response, then pushed open the office door. The man had his legs propped up on the desk, leisurely smoking a cigarette, the thin smoke partially obscuring his handsome face.

Han Yuejing sat down on the sofa without saying a word. "That bastard Lu Jinnan asked me to investigate Xu Man's leg."

Ji Hancheng took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling, his legs still on the table. He turned his head to glance in Han Yue's direction. "Did you steal something last night?"

Even though Han Yue was dressed impeccably and looked very handsome, the bruises under his eyes were still visible to the naked eye. "Business is good, there's nothing I can do about it."

The sharp-tongued Ji Hancheng said, "You still want to leave and entertain guests?"

"Are you bored? You've been in such a good mood lately, have you caught up with your ex-wife?" The word "ex-wife" extinguished Ji Hancheng's desire to tease him, and he glared at Han Yue with displeasure.

I thought this woman would come out for a run, but she didn't. She just drove off when it was time, and I still haven't figured out how to approach her.

Han Yue smiled. "They're now insisting you were the one who killed them, and they don't intend to clear their name?"

Ji Hancheng said in a deep voice, with a hint of disdain, "What does this have to do with me? If you think I'm capable, then come and kill me."

"Even if I were to feign deep affection here, your ex-wife wouldn't see it." Changing the subject, "I suspect it's Su Yu."

A barely perceptible emotion flashed in his eyes as he said calmly, "It's not impossible."

Han Yue slapped his thigh and lay down on the sofa. "Then let's start the investigation with Young Master Su. That's all I have to say. I'm going to take a nap. I have one more suggestion: move your secretarial team a bit further away."

Ji Hancheng was speechless. "Your phone is out of credit. Why didn't you just make a phone call about this? Why did you have to come all the way here? I suspect you're trying to freeload off me."

He continued, "All my secretaries are people Xu Mingkai deals with; I don't even get to say a word to them for a week."

Han Yue, in a fit of despair, retorted, "Then why are you keeping her? Just for looks. Don't tell me you're keeping her for Xu Mingkai; she's a good person, isn't she?"

Ji Hancheng thought to himself, "Xu Mingkai is always chatting happily with his secretary, what a load of rubbish."

Han Yue felt sleepy and, afraid that Ji Hancheng would continue rambling, said, "Don't disturb my sleep. Your ex-wife doesn't like people who talk too much."

Ji Hancheng chuckled in exasperation upon hearing this. This guy had him completely under his thumb, always bringing up "ex-wife, ex-wife." He grabbed a pen holder and threw it at Han Yue with such force that it created a gust of wind. Han Yue instantly opened his eyes, nimbly caught the pen holder, and grinned, "What a whiny woman! If you can't stand the word 'ex-wife,' then figure out how to change yourself. Don't disturb my sleep. Call me when it's time to eat."

"You're making a mountain out of a molehill. The Han family is bankrupt." Then Han Yue ignored Ji Hancheng, pulled the blanket from the sofa over himself and went to sleep. Half a minute later, he spoke again, "Turn the air conditioner up."

Ji Hancheng was dissatisfied, but he still did as he was told. He had no choice but to do it; he was a brother. He really hoped that one day a woman could teach him a lesson.