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

The next day, Tang Junyao got up early to go to work, and as usual, she made breakfast for herself, without even glancing at Ji Hancheng.

During rush hour, the roads in the capital are always so congested that it makes you question your existence. At this moment, Tang Junyao especially misses her black motorcycle.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the car still hadn't moved an inch from the traffic light. She was getting impatient. She took out a cigarette from her pocket, put it on her pale red lips, lit it, and waited, puffing out smoke as she held the cigarette butt between her slender, white fingers.

I feel much better now. I opened the car window, and the cold air rushed in, which cleared my head considerably.

This alluring and seductive scene was witnessed by Lu Jinnan, who was waiting for the car next to him. He thought it was his friend Su Yu returning and planned to open the window to greet him when he saw the license plate.

Turns out the driver was a stunner. Interesting. If it weren't for Su Yu's girlfriend asking him to introduce her to me...

Being a man of action, he opened his contacts with great interest to find the number of the eldest son of the Su family.

The call connected after a few seconds, and he said with a playful tone, "Young Master Su, where are you?"

A calm, gentle voice came from the other end of the line, "What's gotten into you today, Young Master Lu? Calling me so early in the morning, instead of enjoying some leisure time."

His eyes remained fixed on the woman in the sports car, and he lied, "I didn't miss you."

"Speak, what is it?" Su Yu didn't think Lu Jinnan was that idle.

"I'm just asking who's driving your sports car, your new girlfriend?" Lu Jinnan asked tentatively.

"Huh? What sports car?" Su Yu looked completely confused.

But his mind worked quickly. If Su Xue was driving, Lu Jinnan wouldn't have made this call. If it were his mother, she certainly wouldn't either, especially since his mother doesn't drive sports cars and has her own driver. The only person Su Xue is close to is Tang Junyao, so it's pretty certain that Tang Junyao was driving today.

After thinking it over, my simple answer was, "Friend."

"Oh, so you're Mr. Su's friend. I thought you were his girlfriend. Since you're friends, Mr. Su, could you introduce us?" As long as she's not his girlfriend, he can still make a move.

Su Yu, who was working, stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed. "Don't get any ideas about her." His tone carried a warning.

The woman smoking in the car had no idea that her scene had been filmed and posted to her, Han Yue, and Ji Hancheng's group chat.

Since things didn't work out with Su Yu, I had to turn to someone else. Lu Jinnan said, "Young Master Han, could you do me a favor and help me find out about this woman? I realized this morning that I've fallen for her, and I'm going to pursue her."

Tang Junyao had just entered the office when she found that Su Xue was already there.

Ever since Su Xue lent her the car, she had been feeling uneasy, not because she was afraid that her brother's car would be damaged, but because she was afraid that something would happen.

"Why are you up so early today? You look terrible. Did you stay up all night watching dramas?" Looking at Su Xue's face, even with concealer, you could still see faint bluish tinges under her eyes.

Su Xue looked resentful. "You still have to say that? I was just worried something might happen to you. I couldn't sleep all night, so I came to the hospital at 6 a.m."

She looked apologetic. If there was anyone in the world who cared about her life or death, it would probably only be Su Xue. She was very touched and went over to hug her. "I'm sorry for making you worry. Look, I'm fine. Don't you believe in my skills? I've already beaten those two into the hospital."

Su Xue knew about her skills, but there's always a chance of something going wrong, even though she was completely unharmed this time.

"Keep driving this car, I'm just in case someone comes looking for you again."

"No, I'll give it back to you. They'll quiet down for a few days. They just lost a lot of money, and now they're paying to hire another batch. I doubt Chen Lan will pay." She didn't think her so-called father would be willing to pay this time. The compensation would have to come from Chen Lan's own savings.

"Compensation? What compensation? They were injured and you're trying to extort money from them?"

She said no, and then recounted the whole story from last night. Su Xue laughed and occasionally gave Tang Junyao a thumbs up.

"I bet they're fuming with rage right now," she guessed.

This kind of situation, where everything falls apart, is definitely infuriating.

Just as they were having a great chat, Su Xue's phone rang, stopping the conversation. She glanced at the screen and quickly answered, "Brother." Perhaps she felt a little guilty for lending him her car without permission.

"Yes, is Yao Yao driving my car?" Su Yu asked with certainty.

"That car, bro, is the one I lent to Yao Yao. She needed to borrow it because she ran into some trouble," she explained.

Tang Junyao, who was listening from the side, felt a little embarrassed. She thought Su Yu was angry, and if he was really angry, she could understand.

People who love driving sports cars don't like to lend their cars out, and some even say they don't lend their cars or their wives out.

"Is Yao Yao next to you? Turn your phone on speakerphone." He sensed that his sister was speaking in a low voice, guessing that someone must be nearby.

Su Xue immediately put her phone on the table and turned on the speakerphone.

Tang Junyao called out shyly, "Brother Su Yu."

Su Yu changed his previous stern tone and asked softly, "Yaoyao, how have you been lately?"

She scratched her head a little awkwardly. "Um... I'm fine. I just ran into a little problem yesterday, and I needed a car, so I asked Su Xue to get me one. I didn't know that was... I..."

Su Yu was very clever and knew her embarrassment, so he immediately interrupted, "Yaoyao, don't misunderstand. I'm not angry because you borrowed the car. I was just worried that something might have happened to you. The car is just gathering dust in the garage. It would be good if you could drive it for me. I should thank you."

This caught her off guard. "Oh, is that so? But I've already used it, Brother Su Yu. I'll return it to Xiaoxue today, and I'll borrow it from you again next time I need it."

Seeing her hesitate, Su Yu didn't press the issue. "Sure, you can take it anytime. If there's anything you can't resolve, just tell me. Even though I'm abroad, I still have resources in China that I can help you with."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Su Yu." Her heart warmed; Su Yu always took care of her like an older brother.

Perhaps due to a lack of love, the "feeling touched" system automatically kicks in when strangers treat them even slightly well.

Su Xue, who was sitting across from him listening to the whole thing, was speechless. She wanted to borrow her brother's sports car to drive, and she remembered what he had said: "If you touch my car, I'll beat you up."

His fierce expression at the time scared her so much that she didn't dare touch his car. It was only because her best friend was in trouble that she dared to steal it.

I don't know which bastard leaked this information, otherwise only my brother could find out so quickly if he had supernatural powers.

Lu Jinnan, far away at the Lu Group, suddenly sneezed.

"Damn, who's cursing at me?" As the saying goes, one sneeze means someone is cursing you, two sneezes mean someone is thinking of you, and three sneezes mean you have a cold.

My phone chimed; it was Han Yue replying from our three-person group chat: Check it yourself.

The man in the Ji Group's summary meeting glanced at his group chat, clicked in, and his handsome eyes were fixed on the image of a woman holding a cigarette between her fingers, puffing out clouds of smoke.

She's sexy, charming, alluring, and even a little seductive, making it hard to look away.

He can actually smoke; you can tell he's not a novice just by looking at his practiced movements.

Seeing Lu Jinnan's message with half-closed eyes, his face darkened. The marketing department staff were giving a report when they noticed their boss's grim expression and initially thought they had made a mistake in their report and angered him.

Standing there trembling, at a loss, unsure whether to continue or not.

Lu Jinnan was still desperately pleading with Han Yue for help: "Young Master Han, please do me a favor. It's rare for me to have my eye on a woman. Don't you think she's a stunner? Tell me, do you like her or not?"

Han Yue refused decisively: If you don't like it, look it up yourself.

Lu Jinnan sent a bunch of emojis, pleading.

Han Yue ignored him completely, and Ji Hancheng, unusually, replied: "Lu Jinnan will practice boxing with me tonight."

Lu Jinnan: "............" Damn it, why? I didn't offend him, did I?

Lu Jinnan refused: "I don't want to. You should go find Han Shao. He's better at boxing than me. If I fight you, I'll just get beaten up." He didn't want to. Every time he offended Ji Shao, he would end up fighting him, and he would always end up with a bruised and swollen face, which would affect his ability to flirt with girls.

Ji Hancheng: Are you sure you're not coming?

The simple four words conveyed a strong sense of threat.

Lu Jinnan reluctantly replied: Come on.

So be it, I don't even know what I did to offend him.

Is it because this woman is too beautiful that he has taken a liking to her?

Han Yue seemed to have sensed something and typed two words without hesitation: "You're courting death."

Lu Jinnan: "............." He uttered a golden line. What did he do? He just took a fancy to a pretty girl. His mother kept urging him to find a daughter-in-law. He had to find a girlfriend before he could have a wife. He had to take it one step at a time.

I thought everyone was like Ji Hancheng, getting their marriage certificate directly without any process. Lu Jinnan only thought this to himself, but dared not post it in the group chat.

The man, with his phone face down on the table, issued commands like an emperor: "Continue the report."

The marketing department staff breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it wasn't because of their own report.