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

Before she even got close to the entrance of the residential area, she heard a commotion. She knew that annoying voice all too well; it could only be Tang Xin.

Some people and some voices are unforgettable for a lifetime, and Tang Xin is one of them, because of disgust.

Tang Junyao pushed through the crowd and headed towards the main entrance. She immediately spotted Tang Xin standing out conspicuously among the group, hands on his hips. The image of a shrew yelling in the street flashed through her mind, but today's protagonist wasn't a shrew, but a shrewish man. Why had Tang Xin become even more unbearable after not seeing him for several years? He used to be the president of Tang Corporation, but now he looked like nothing more than a clown.

She couldn't bear to watch any longer; it was utterly humiliating. If she could, she'd turn around and leave, pretending not to know him, but she couldn't. Her tone held a hint of impatience. "So, what do you want?"

Upon hearing the voice he had been longing for, Tang Xin abruptly stopped cursing. He turned around and looked at his daughter, whom he disliked, and realized that becoming rich really made a difference; even her clothes and appearance had changed. Tang Xin didn't know that these expensive clothes were actually bought by his aunt and uncle.

Tang Xin said bluntly, "I'm sick and need money for surgery." Tang Xin wasn't stupid; he couldn't very well say he didn't have money to pay off his gambling debts, otherwise all the goodwill he had built up that morning would be gone.

Tang Xin isn't stupid, and Tang Junyao certainly isn't stupid either. It's just that after giving birth, she lost her competitive spirit. As long as her family is healthy and happy, she's content. She feels that her current life is good enough. She has money, a child, a job she likes, and a family that loves her. She's content with what she has and doesn't want to care about many things anymore. But if you insist on coming up to her, then she's not someone to be trifled with.

Last night he threatened her for 500 million, and now he's saying he's sick and needs money. What a load of rubbish! Why would an illness cost 500 million? Even brain surgery doesn't require that. But he didn't show any reluctance on his face, patiently saying, "Can I see your medical records?"

Tang Xin hadn't expected her to say that. Her eyes darted away, avoiding her gaze, and she lied, saying, "I forgot to bring it. Would I curse myself to get sick?"

Tang Junyao thought to herself: There's nothing you can't do. There are just too many people here. If you want to play, I'll play with you. It's just a waste of time anyway.

Speaking in a professional tone, he said, "I'm a doctor. I can always help you take a look at whatever illness you have. If you have a serious illness, I can even help you pull some strings." To the onlookers, this sounded like filial piety, but to Tang Xin, it was like cursing him to get a terminal illness.

Some well-meaning people nearby started to advise, "Just tell your daughter about your illness. After all, she's a doctor and can help you. You're asking her for money for medical treatment anyway. It's the same if your daughter arranges everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people around him started whispering. It turned out that all the image he had put on all morning was for nothing. Now the wind was completely on this rebellious girl. She had put him at a disadvantage with just a few words. And looking at this brat's expression, she looked like she was watching a joke, as if to say, "Keep performing."

Tang Xin was so angry that he wanted to curse her out. His face turned pale, but he suppressed the urge to hit her. He had to pay back the gambling money that afternoon, or he would chop off his hand. He was so anxious that he spoke in a slightly impatient tone. He thought he could use public opinion to force her to give him the money. "I don't need you to show me. Just transfer the amount you promised me last night."

He didn't dare mention the number 500 million in front of everyone.

Tang Junyao couldn't find an accurate description for his behavior. "Looks like you're sick. Your amnesia is quite severe. You threatened me for 500 million last night. I don't have a mine at home. Where am I going to print money for you? I don't do illegal or disorderly things. How about I take you to see a doctor today to check if you have any signs of Alzheimer's? The sooner you see a doctor, the sooner you can get treatment." These words clearly meant that she had never agreed to his demands and that he was extorting her.

Sure enough, the people around him were criticizing Tang Xin for his inappropriate behavior and lying, for asking his daughter for so much money.

Tang Xin no longer cared about her image; her temper flared up, and she couldn't help but swear, "You brat, you live in such a nice place, and you whine and complain when I ask you for a little money? How can you live with yourself like that?"

Suppressing her anger, Tang Junyao bit her lip, about to retort, when a cold voice interrupted her, "Mr. Tang, you're disturbing my sleep so early in the morning. I thought there was a baboon in the neighborhood, but it turns out it's President Tang. Well then, let's settle this score for disturbing my sleep."

She didn't even need to turn her head to know whose voice it was—it was Ji Hancheng. She didn't turn her head to look, but the people around her were already silenced by the cold aura emanating from the man.

This man always makes a high-profile entrance, no matter where he is.

Tang Xin hadn't expected to run into Master Ji. Besides, he had said at the door, how could he possibly disturb Master Ji? He smiled awkwardly and said, "Master Ji, you're joking. I'm a bit far from you." Meaning, he couldn't disturb him.

Ji Hancheng stood with his hands in his pockets, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, a hint of icy coldness in his eyes, and said shamelessly, "I said I'm bothering you, so I'm bothering you." His tone implied that he was in charge, and what could you do about it?

Tang Junyao never looked up at him, but she knew that Ji Hancheng was looking at her. Her gaze was on Tang Xin's face, which was full of expressions that changed unpredictably, turning pale and then red.

Tang Xin trembled, not expecting Master Ji to suddenly make things difficult for someone as insignificant as him. "Master Ji, I just came to find..."

Upon hearing Tang Xin call him "Master Ji," the onlookers instinctively dispersed, cautiously observing the man's expression. In the capital, there was probably only one person who could be called "Master Ji," and everyone harbored one thought in their hearts: hide, fearing they might be implicated. Several people even quietly slipped away.

Ji Hancheng didn't pay attention to the actions of the people around him. He knew that Tang Junyao didn't want her family affairs to be known in public. He gave Xu Mingkai a look, and Xu Mingkai, who had received the signal, grabbed Tang Xin by the back of his collar and dragged him to the parking lot. He stopped talking in time. Seeing that the troublemakers had left, the people around also dispersed wearily.

Only Tang Junyao and Ji Hancheng remained standing facing each other at the door. Neither of them spoke. Based on her principle of not wanting to disrupt their beautiful life, she left first, actually feeling that there was nothing to talk about with him.

Ji Hancheng watched her departing figure again, his chest tight and slightly stuffy, feeling a sense of defeat and indifference he had never experienced before. How could he have thought this woman would bother him? This woman was utterly disdainful, both before and now. She ignored him when he was going through a difficult time, and now that she had a strong backer, she was even more disdainful. Thinking about this made him even more unhappy, and his face grew even colder.

Xu Mingkai dragged Tang Xin to the underground parking lot and casually threw him on the ground. He clapped his hands, giving off a disgusted feeling. Indeed, Xu Mingkai felt that touching this kind of person was dirty.

Caught completely off guard by being thrown to the ground, Tang Xin fell flat on his face. He scrambled to his feet, hand on the ground, and angrily pointed at Xu Mingkai, yelling, "Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a dog by Master Ji's side, and you dare to throw me like that?"

Xu Mingkai laughed instead of getting angry, his face turning cold. He also felt sorry for the young mistress, wondering how she could have such a father. "I was the one who threw you, and I even thought you were dirty. If it weren't for the young mistress's sake, I would have beaten you to death today."

Young mistress? I remember that brat said she had already divorced Master Ji, so why are the people around Master Ji still calling that brat "young mistress"? Could it be that that brat lied to me? Was she just trying to avoid helping him spread rumors back then?

He asked疑惑地问道: "Master Ji and that... damned Yao Yao, haven't you divorced?"

Just as Xu Mingkai was about to speak, the familiar cold voice came again. The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the empty parking lot, exceptionally clear, each sound striking Tang Xin's heart and making his back stiff.

"Are you concerned about whether she and I are divorced?"

He neither denied nor admitted it, which confused Tang Xin. However, the shrewd Tang Xin was certain that Master Ji still had feelings for that brat. He was very sure of this. "Master Ji, I just feel that Yao Yao is not good enough for you. My daughter has a bad temper. If she does anything that you are not satisfied with, you can take action without any objection."

Tang Xin didn't receive praise from Ji Hancheng, nor did he get the expression he wanted. "Do I need to consider your opinion?"

Tang Xin didn't know what she had done to offend this guy. She thought she hadn't done anything wrong. Wasn't it right to elevate his status and lower the brat's class?

Still searching for the errors in his words, Ji Hancheng continued mercilessly, "She acknowledges you, so you're my father-in-law. If she doesn't, you're nothing to me. People should know their place. Let me remind you one last thing: I'm letting you walk out of here today because you're her father. But if you come looking for trouble again, I guarantee you'll be carried out on your back. I, Ji Hancheng, always keep my word. You're welcome to try."

Tang Xin glanced at his legs subconsciously, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He nodded vigorously, stammering, "I...I understand, Master Ji..."

Xu Mingkai yelled irritably, "Get lost." If even Young Master Ji didn't acknowledge him, then he had even less reason to be swayed.

After Tang Xin left, Ji Hancheng glanced at Xu Mingkai with disdain, his eyes filled with mockery, "Even a piece of trash can scold you, you're almost there too."

Xu Mingkai was annoyed: Isn't this the young mistress's biological father? What can I do to him? If I really cripple him and the young mistress comes after me, you'll definitely run away faster than anyone else, and I'll be the one to take the blame.