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

Tang Junyao kept her eyes fixed on Ji Hancheng, waiting for his answer.

The longing, panic, and fear in her eyes pierced the man's heart. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that his grandfather was right. This woman seemed to be about to lose her temper. He said in as soft a voice as possible, "Our son is at the Ji residence. Grandpa and the others are taking care of him. Don't worry, Grandpa cherishes him more than anyone else." He was naturally referring to Xiaoyouzi.

He didn't need to go back to the Ji residence to know that his grandfather and the others definitely treated their son like a treasure. After being frightened today, it goes without saying that they would spoil him to the extreme.

He clearly noticed that the woman's eyes brightened slightly, but quickly dimmed again, and she said softly, "Oh, thank you, you can go now."

In Ji Hancheng's view, this was a bit like kicking someone after they've served their purpose; they were being kicked out right after the phone call.

However, it seems she still has some sense and hasn't forgotten that they're divorced. At least she can kick him out, saying, "I'm not leaving. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

When he said he wanted to stay, she quickly objected, "No need, I'm fine, you can go."

Ji Hancheng looked at him with a "Do you think I believe that? You look like you're okay, like you've lost your mind and your IQ is clearly offline."

He insisted, "I won't leave. You can only get rid of me if you beat me." That's a good way to ask for a beating.

Tang Junyao didn't expect him to say that. She had no intention of fighting now, and besides, she couldn't win anyway, so she didn't want to say anything more. "Whatever."

After saying that, he went into the room, didn't take a shower, and lay down on the bed, burying himself under the covers without moving.

Ji Hancheng stared at the person on the bed for several minutes, then frowned. This was nothing? No shower or brushing her teeth, she just got into bed. Luckily, he didn't let her go see Aunt Wu. He lifted his leg and walked towards Tang Junyao, pulled back the covers, and quickly picked her up. The sudden lift startled her, and she instinctively grabbed his shirt.

"Ji Hancheng, put me down! What are you doing?" She struggled, her voice a little loud. After a whole afternoon, she finally had some energy and could even swear.

He said coldly, "I'll help you take a bath."

She continued to struggle, trying to push him away with her hands, "I don't want to, I want to sleep, put me down."

Ji Hancheng had no intention of compromising and hoped she would take a hot shower to clear her head. "Will you shower yourself or should I help you?" His tone was domineering and brooked no argument.

This is the real him; his apologies and concessions over the past few days have made her forget his true nature.

Seeing his unpleasant tone, she also felt uncomfortable. "I can do it myself, you don't need to. You can leave."

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was willing to take a shower. He went to the balcony, took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and called Han Yue. "Did you find out?" He held the phone in one hand and lit the cigarette in the other. He took a puff, and the restlessness in his chest was hard to calm down.

Han Yue over there was frustrated, "Damn it, that truck driver is dead."

His eyes darkened to the bottom of a lake, like icy water in winter, and he said through gritted teeth, "You died pretty quickly. Your efficiency isn't what it used to be."

"Damn, have some humanity. I did it myself all afternoon. If you think it's too slow, do it yourself." Having just finished examining Xu Man's leg injury, and now examining the car accident, Han Yue felt like he could become a policeman.

"If I have time, I'll need to contact you, so hurry up."

Han Yue angrily hung up the phone. "You son of a bitch, chasing after my wife is such a struggle, I owe you something."

The cigarette butt was rotten from being moistened with saliva. He took it off, stubbed it out with his thumb and forefinger, went into the room, closed the balcony door, threw it into the trash can, and sat on the sofa to wait.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no sign of the person coming out. He couldn't help but worry, so he got up, walked to the bathroom door, knocked, and called out with a frown, "Yaoyao, are you done, Yaoyao..."

I knocked for a long time but there was still no response. I was getting really anxious and hesitated whether to go in. "Can you hear me? If you don't say anything, I'm coming in."

The door clicked open the next second, and she emerged with wet hair, water still dripping from the ends. Crystal-clear water droplets dripped into her collarbone, chest, and even down her chin. He was unconsciously captivated by the scene, his Adam's apple bobbing. He quickly averted his gaze and went into the bathroom.

When he came out, he had a towel and a hairdryer in his hand. He pulled her to the sofa and said, "Sit down."

Tang Junyao was momentarily dazed and reached for a towel, but he stopped her. "I'll blow on it for you. You can lie down and take a nap."

Unexpectedly, she leaned back on the sofa as if possessed, her eyes half-closed. He gently gathered all her hair behind the sofa, first wiping it little by little with a towel, and only after it wasn't so wet did he plug in the power cord and adjust the temperature to the gentlest setting.

The room fell silent instantly, with no one speaking except for the whirring of the hairdryer. Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she was too comfortable, she fell asleep.

When he put the hairdryer away, he noticed that the woman hadn't gotten up. As he approached, he found that she was asleep, but her brows were furrowed, and it was clear that she was tense. He sighed, and gently slipped one arm under her armpit and around her back, and the other hand under her knees, and easily lifted her up.

She was very light, very light to him, and he could lift her up without any effort. How could her waist be so thin? He could control her with one hand.

The woman's figure didn't change after giving birth, and my thoughts drifted for a moment.

He went straight to the master bedroom, carefully placed her on the bed, afraid that too much movement would disturb her. After pulling his arm away, he carefully brushed the stray hairs from her cheeks to both sides, then helped cover her with the blanket and tuck her in. The distance between them was only a few centimeters, and he was so distracted by the sight that he immediately looked away.

He didn't close the door and lay down on the sofa in the living room. He was still very agitated and wanted to smoke, but he was afraid that she would hate the smell of smoke. He remembered that the last time he saw her smoking at the hospital, her brows furrowed.

I only took a couple of puffs before putting it out.

"I'll just bear with it," he thought, getting up to go to the balcony and calling Xu Mingkai. "Are you awake?" he asked, referring to Aunt Zhang and Baihu at the hospital.

Xu Mingkai sounded a bit tired as he reported truthfully, "The Tang family's nanny has woken up and been moved to a regular ward. I've found her a caregiver. The man is still unconscious; he suffered a serious head injury from a direct impact." Xu Mingkai admired the man's strong willpower; he had supported himself to protect the young master until the very end. Most people couldn't do that.

As expected, the Lan family's bodyguards are different; Young Master Ji is in a bit of trouble.

Hearing this, he felt much relieved. "Alright, you can go back now. There are still two people taking care of things at the Lan family's place. You can go back now." He wouldn't wake up tonight anyway, so there was no point in staying here.

After hanging up the phone, she lay on the sofa with her eyes closed, afraid to sleep. If both nannies left, she would break down.

Fortunately, there was still one left. At this moment, he hoped that the Lan family's bodyguard wouldn't die either.

As she pondered this, a woman's murmured words drifted from the master bedroom: "Lele, Lele..."

Without the slightest hesitation, he got up and strode towards the master bedroom. He saw that the woman's brows were furrowed, and tears were slowly sliding down her cheeks, dripping onto the pillow. It turned out that she wasn't as strong as she appeared. When no one was around, she could also appear vulnerable and helpless. He had thought she was a tomboy, different from other girls, strong and decisive. Even Xu Mingkai thought so, finding this woman particularly cool and dashing.

But who knows that she is also a woman, capable of getting hurt and heartbroken? This makes him regret it even more. Two years ago, when he hurt her, was she also hiding away and crying, heartbroken, just like now?

Actually, he was overthinking it.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached, and his throat tightened. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, turned to the side, and stretched out his slender fingers to smooth her furrowed brows, gently and patiently, as if coaxing a little girl. He whispered in her ear, "Sleep, I'm here with you. The nanny is awake. I'm here." From now on, I'll protect you in everything. You just need to stay behind me.

He tirelessly stroked her brow until the woman gradually relaxed and fell into a deep sleep again.

This time he didn't leave, but sat quietly by the bed, leaning against the headboard, until dawn.

Perhaps the most genuine expression of love is being there for someone, and the most enduring form of affection.

At this moment, Ji Hancheng finally understood that when you truly love someone, you will stay by their side without expecting anything in return, even if they never respond to you, you will still be happy to do so.