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

Tang Junyao drove the sports car into the garage, and as soon as she parked it, she got out of the driver's seat.

The blinding low beams illuminated the entire spacious garage, and she squinted as she watched the gray Koenigsegg slowly drive into it.

The man stepped out of the car with his long, slender legs. He was dressed in a black suit and trousers, his jacket open to reveal a clean white shirt underneath. He was tall and slender, but his cold face gave off a sense of distance, creating an invisible pressure. He exuded an air of nobility and aloofness.

Their eyes met for a split second. Well, it would be a lie to say they weren't embarrassed; they could only pretend not to.

This was the first time the two of them had met in the garage on their way home after living there for so many days.

What should I say?

She gave a standard, slight smile, squinting her beautiful eyes as she looked at him and said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Ji, you just got home too."

He fell silent, giving her a deep, sharp look before finally saying, his handsome face still cold, "Hmm."

Tang Junyao: ".............." She's killed the conversation again.

Xu Mingkai got out of the car right after him, and he was about to greet the young mistress he thought was easy to get along with.

What catches the eye is the white sports car in front of me. Isn't that the Su family's young master's beloved car? Why is it my own young mistress driving it?

I didn't see the license plate when it was lying across the road, and then I was so busy praising it that I didn't notice it either...

Wait a minute... this outfit, this woman, this figure? The figures overlapped.

A look of astonishment flashed across Xu Mingkai's eyes. The woman he had just met was his young mistress. Realizing this, he forgot to greet her and his mouth was agape.

Ji Hancheng clearly realized that his assistant already knew something. He looked disgusted!

She just wanted to get rid of Xu Mingkai: "Go back now, don't come to pick me up tomorrow morning."

That cold voice pulled him back from his shock, so Ji Shaogang knew that the person was the young mistress. As expected of the Ji family of the capital, he was so damn calm. His wife was being beaten up, and he turned off the lights to watch the show.

Xu Mingkai's face remained calm and composed. "Okay, goodbye, young mistress."

Being addressed as "Young Mistress" in front of him made her a little flustered. "Goodbye...!"

Since she didn't want to talk to her anymore, she didn't want to make a fool of herself and went straight home.

While changing her shoes, she felt like there was a gaze watching her from behind. When she turned around, she found the man looking at her with unreadable eyes—a scrutinizing gaze, an inquiring look.

That look made her very uncomfortable, giving her the illusion that he wanted to say something to her, yet also as if he could see right through her.

She didn't like being stared at so directly, but remained silent: "Mr. Ji, is there something you need from me?"

"It's nothing." He indifferently withdrew his gaze, unaware that he had actually lost focus while looking at her, and the scene of her beating someone inexplicably surfaced in his mind.

Actually, he had just wanted to ask her if she had offended anyone, but then he thought it wasn't appropriate, since the agreement stipulated that the two of them would not interfere with each other.

His expression wasn't as complicated as before; it was still aloof and unapproachable. She thought she had misunderstood again. "Oh, are you having a late-night snack?"

She was a little hungry and wanted to eat soup noodles. Actually, she was in a dilemma. If she didn't ask, he would think she was eating alone. If she asked, she was afraid he would misunderstand and think she had ulterior motives.

It's so hard to be a person!

Ji Hancheng: I'm in a good mood. I just finished a fight, and I can still have a late-night snack.

"You can have a bowl. Did Assistant Xu transfer the bill to you for the last meal?" No matter who she is, it's better to settle things clearly.

"Hmm, 500 was transferred, that's too much. For ordinary people, 50 is enough. Should I refund the extra or keep it? I think I'll just refund it to you. It's easy to make mistakes when keeping accounts." She didn't like wasting time on bookkeeping, and she had no intention of training herself to be an accountant.

"Whatever you want," he said casually, giving the impression that he was easy to get along with.

"Okay, then. The noodles tonight will cost 20, making a total of 70. I'll refund Assistant Xu 430."

He remained concise, simply replying, "Hmm."

Without hesitation, she immediately took out her phone from her pocket and transferred 430 yuan to Assistant Xu, then stuffed it back into her pocket and went straight to the refrigerator to prepare soup noodles.

She called out to the living room, "How about pickled vegetable noodles?" She liked pickled vegetable soup noodles, with some ham, a poached egg, shredded meat, and greens.

"Huh?" The esteemed Young Master Ji had never actually eaten pickled vegetable noodles before. He usually ate gourmet meals and had never tried these before, so it's no wonder he didn't react immediately.

He knew about pickled vegetables, but he had never tried them! He didn't like them either; they were dark and didn't look appetizing.

"This is the soup noodle. Do you know how to eat it? If you do, I'll make it. If you don't, I won't put it in." It's so hard for her. She has to cater to his preferences even when making soup noodles.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is it good?"

Tang Junyao was speechless. "If I said it was delicious, would you believe me?"

"Okay, you can do it." For the first time, he trusted her, or rather, he trusted her cooking skills.

Hearing this, she was a little surprised that this man would believe her. How strange. Well, that's good, since she wanted to eat pickled vegetables anyway.

It was already 1 a.m., and the autumn wind was chilly. Xu Mingkai was driving alone on the dark road, feeling very lonely and miserable.

His phone rang at that moment. He slowed down and opened it to see that it was a transfer of 430 from his young mistress. He was a little hesitant to accept it, wondering what it meant. Last time, he was puzzled as to why Young Master Ji had asked him to transfer 500 to his young mistress. Why was 430 being returned now? And what was the remaining 70 for?

He didn't dare to talk to the young mistress in private. He originally thought his young mistress was very nice and approachable, but after the bloody scene that night, he was a little scared and didn't dare to do it again. He still called Young Master Ji to ask if he would accept the money.

Meanwhile, the man was sitting on the living room sofa smoking, the TV was on, playing the latest news, and his gaze kept shifting between the woman busy in the kitchen.

The phone rang at an inopportune moment. He looked away and answered, his tone cold and tinged with impatience, "What is it?"

Even through the screen, you could feel Xu Mingkai's strong will to survive. "Um... Young Master Ji, the young mistress sent me 430. What is this money for? Should I accept it?"

"Okay, I'll take it."

Just as he was about to hang up, Xu Mingkai quickly stopped him, "Young Master Ji, wait a minute, I have something else to say."

He put the phone, which he was about to hang up, to his ear and said impatiently, "Speak."

"The sports car that the young mistress drove tonight belongs to Su Yu, the eldest son of the Su family. Everyone in the industry knows that this car is Su Yu's first sports car, and it is very precious." He was also curious as to why it was in the young mistress's hands, but it was necessary to remind her.

His gaze returned to the woman in the kitchen, his eyes darkening, and his voice deepened, "Yes, I understand."

Xu Mingkai: Are you that easygoing?

Half an hour later.

A steaming bowl of pickled vegetable and shredded pork noodles was placed in front of him. It looked delicious and smelled wonderful, but he was a little hesitant to eat the dark-colored pickled vegetables.

They didn't touch their chopsticks at all.

Just by looking at his expression and actions, you could tell that this young master had never eaten this before.

She sat down and started eating first, as if to demonstrate to him, "Eat up, there's no poison in it, the taste is alright, even Su Xue said the noodles in my soup were delicious."

It was the first time I mentioned my best friend in front of him. Anyway, it wasn't anything shameful, so there was nothing to hide.

Seeing that she was enjoying her food, he felt relieved and picked up his chopsticks to eat slowly and deliberately.

She took a bite of the noodles and found them to be delicious. At least when it came to cooking, she was honest and genuine, and it was clear she wasn't lying. As she ate, she naturally asked, "Do you know Miss Su?"

She was a little surprised that someone would care about her social life. She swallowed the noodles in her mouth and said, "Yeah, she's my best friend since we were kids."

She wondered if he would actually be interested in Su Xue.

So that's how it is. No wonder he can drive the Su family's young master's sports car so freely. It's not surprising at all.

She had just finished eating when her phone received a notification that Assistant Xu had received the money.

She picked up her phone and waved it in front of him: "The accounts are settled, Assistant Xu has received them."

Ji Hancheng: There's no need to be that clear.

The pickled vegetable noodles were indeed delicious. He finished all the soup, and to avoid embarrassment, he added at the end that wasting food was shameful.

She smiled, so proudly, as if saying it was delicious was really that hard.