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

After Grandpa Ji left, only Ji Hancheng and Tang Junyao remained in the private room. Neither of them spoke, and the only sound was the smacking of Xiaoyouzi eating.

The little pomelo was very quiet, making no noise except when it was eating.

Ji Hancheng was very close to Tang Junyao, and she could feel his warm breath from time to time. She felt a little uncomfortable, turned her face away from him, shifted her body slightly, and said softly, "Um, could you move away from me a little? I can't reach the food."

He was sitting to her right, which conveniently limited the range of food she could reach.

My stomach is my own; I can't stop eating just because he's here.

Hearing this, he didn't try to leave. Instead, he slowly spun the turntable and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you. I have long arms."

Tang Junyao began to doubt her ears. She looked up at the man, but the strange image reappeared. Lately, the image of Ji Hancheng dressed as a woman kept popping into her mind, especially the fantasy of him dancing in women's clothing. It was really funny. Just imagining that scene made her burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she suppressed a laugh.

Ji Hancheng found her behavior baffling. Was it so funny to serve her food? After a while, the woman was still laughing, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are you daydreaming about?"

She glanced at his face and didn't dare tell the truth. She couldn't very well say that she was fantasizing about him dancing in women's clothing, so she simply lied, "No, I was just bored and amusing myself."

Ji Hancheng stared at her with a "Do you believe me?" look on his face, trying to get her to tell the truth. "Are you kidding me?"

"Stop asking. Are you going to eat or not? If not, hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my meal. Does Lele want more? We can't have any more cake. We've had too many sweets today." She leaned down to talk to her son, changing the subject to cover up her guilty conscience.

Since she didn't want to talk about it, he didn't force her. Seeing how happy she was, she must have been thinking about something pleasant.

The two then ate their meal quietly. Ji Hancheng would put meat into her bowl one moment and peel shrimp into her bowl the next, without stopping for long periods.

Unfortunately, Tang Junyao really couldn't eat anymore. This was feeding her like that. Did they think she was a pig? "Stop putting any more food on my plate. I'm full."

Upon hearing this, the man stopped picking up food with his chopsticks, quietly put the slice of meat he had picked up into his mouth, swallowed it, and then slowly handed her a tissue while he took one to wipe himself.

"I'll take you back."

She didn't want to be in the same environment as him, not because she disliked him, but because she felt uncomfortable. This guy always managed to flirt with her from time to time, and she didn't know where he learned it from. "I have a driver's license."

"I didn't say you didn't, I just wanted to take you home."

See, see, here we go again. I never realized he would express his thoughts so directly.

He got up and straightened his clothes, then took Xiaoyouzi off the high chair. Disgusted, he took a tissue and wiped his son's mouth. Why was the little boy so dirty? He couldn't help but lecture him, "Eat less cake. Boys shouldn't always like sweets."

Tang Junyao stood to the side watching this chauvinistic man educate his child and couldn't help but say, "He's not even two years old yet, it's just an occasional occurrence."

I don't usually give him sweets.

For the first time ever, this person didn't object. He picked up Xiaoyouzi with one hand. He thought the child would refuse, but not only did he not, he even hugged his neck. Blood ties are mysterious. This child rarely lets anyone touch him. He has a strong sense of self-protection. He didn't let Butler Ji and the others hold him even once all afternoon.

Tang Junyao noticed that he was holding the bag with his right arm and couldn't help but show concern. "Let me do it. Your arm isn't suitable for exerting force."

The man's lips unconsciously curled up when he felt cared for. "Cared for me? Don't worry, I'm not that weak."

Seeing that he wouldn't listen, she didn't want to say anything more and just let him do whatever he wanted.

The man, holding the child, did not leave. He turned around and looked at Tang Junyao, as if waiting. Anyone who saw this scene would probably mistake them for a family of three.

Tang Junyao was a little worried. She took out a children's mask from her diaper bag and put it on the child. She also pulled the baseball cap down a bit. Xiaoyouzi was very obedient and used to this routine. She quietly let Tang Junyao do whatever she wanted.

The man watched the woman's series of meticulous actions and wanted to freeze the moment in time. However, he knew that she had not yet opened her heart to him and did not trust him. He was already very grateful that she was not driving him away.

The three entered the elevator and arrived at the lobby downstairs. Tang Junyao was about to pay when the man grabbed her with his other hand. "Where are you going?"

She glanced at the front desk and replied, "Pay up."

He pulled her back and dragged her away, his thin lips parting slightly. "You don't have to pay for meals with me. I, Ji Hancheng, don't live off women. The Ji family isn't bankrupt yet." The Ji family can easily support the two of you, and even a few more wouldn't be a problem.

That's true. Tihou is his territory, so there's no need to be coy. It's not like she ate alone; his son ate too. She's very clear-headed now and won't insist on paying for the meal to sever ties with him, because it's impossible to sever ties anyway. No matter how much she tries to reason with this man, she can't change the fact that Xiaoyouzi is his son.

When they arrived at Tihou's parking lot, the man was already standing next to her white BMW, holding the child in one arm, waiting for her to unlock it. She deftly took out the key from her bag and unlocked the car. The man immediately opened the car door with one hand and placed the little boy in the car seat.

As she got out of the car, her hand was on the driver's side door handle when she was stopped. She said, "I'll drive myself. My brother's bodyguard is with me, so it's safe." She really didn't want him to drive her. Their relationship was already complicated, a tangled mess, even more chaotic than the red thread of fate tied by the drunken matchmaker.

She wanted to sort things out, she didn't want things to be so ambiguous. She didn't like ambiguous relationships; it was either a rejection or... "Give me some time, I haven't figured out how to get along with you." The calm surface of the lake shattered, which frightened her a little.

Distrust, insecurity, and a deep-seated resistance to marriage.

At this moment, Xu Mingkai broke the deadlock between the two, "Young Master Ji, are you taking the young mistress home? I'll drive the car back to the company first."

Neither of them spoke, and they remained silent for a while. After a moment, the man gave in, "Okay, be careful on the road. Call me immediately if anything happens. My phone is on 24/7."

After saying that, he placed the gift and card he had just received in her palm. "This is a small token of my appreciation from Grandpa. Please keep it safe."

She neither nodded nor spoke, but silently opened the car door, clutching the gift and card, her feelings complicated and heavy.

Ji Hancheng got back to his car but didn't let Xu Mingkai drive off immediately. He waited until she started the car and drove away before following her. "Back to Yixinyuan."

Xu Mingkai sensed that Young Master Ji was in a bad mood. He had been rejected again, without a doubt. He had heard it with his own ears. The young mistress said she needed time to consider, not that she agreed. Poor Young Master Ji, the road to winning his wife is long and arduous. When will we finally see you win the heart of your beauty?

When we got back to the neighborhood, Xiaoyouzi was already asleep in her car seat in the back. She hadn't taken a nap this afternoon, and the little one was probably tired from playing. She was fast asleep, and when I picked her up, she didn't react at all. She was sleeping soundly with a little drool on her lips.

The white tiger trotted forward and stood respectfully. "Miss, let me do it."

She glanced at Baihu's clean clothes and said, "It's okay, I'll do it. He's sleeping with drool all over his face."

"It's alright, I'll take care of it. My clothes aren't exactly clean." With no other option, she handed the little guy over to the white tiger and then draped a small blanket over him to prevent him from catching a cold.

This scene was witnessed by the man in the black Maybach, and it was particularly jarring. He knew the man was a bodyguard, otherwise he would have felt like he was being cuckolded.