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

Standing at the top of the mountain, my thoughts became much clearer, and the heartache lessened considerably. I was able to release my emotions to nature.

Listening to the melodious birdsong, the natural sounds of nature, is a soothing melody for her, each beat like the striking of a wooden fish.

It can temporarily make you forget all your troubles, but it's only temporary.

Ji Hancheng was quite the spoilsport; he remained in a languid, reclining posture, his gaze fixed on Tang Junyao, and he parted his lips to say, "Let's talk."

It was rare to see just the two of them, and he greedily wanted to get a little closer to her.

She turned her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes, wondering what he wanted to talk about. "Hmm? What do you want to talk about?"

He moved closer to her silently, just centimeters away, and asked, "Why did you choose to study medicine?" Actually, he wanted to ask why she chose neurosurgery. He remembered asking her the same question two years ago, but she didn't seem inclined to answer, so he didn't press her further.

She enjoys cycling and thrills; she doesn't seem like the type of person who would be interested in being a doctor.

She paused for a moment, then a rare, mocking smile appeared on her lips, dazzling to behold. "Want to understand me?"

He didn't deny that her irritating smile made him feel that the reason wasn't pleasant, but he still wanted to understand. "Yes."

I didn't get a reply from her right away after I finished speaking.

Time passed second by second, and I thought she wouldn't answer.

After half a minute, she gently parted her lips and calmly began to narrate, "When I was 10 years old, my mother jumped off a building, landed headfirst, and died instantly. That image haunted me for over 10 years, and that's why I started smoking. I couldn't tell my grandfather about my inescapable nightmares. I would always wake up in the middle of the night, and that bloody scene would seem to be right in front of my bed. As an adult, I gradually developed the habit of smoking whenever I was agitated. I only quit after I became pregnant with Lele. At that time, I thought, if I were a neurosurgeon, could I save my mother?"

Her face showed little emotion as she spoke, as if she were talking about someone else's story. But every word struck him hard, and his chest tightened. He didn't know that she studied neurosurgery because her mother had suffered a brain injury, nor did he know that she smoked because she often recalled that painful scene and he longed to hug her.

Then she asked, "What's wrong with Uncle Ji's leg?" She remembered that Ji Hang had a problem with his leg, but at that time they were in a contractual relationship, so she didn't ask too much. Now that the two of them were opening up to each other, she asked out of curiosity.

"A car accident. He had just taken over the Ji Group when I was young. At that time, the doctor had already determined that he would be paralyzed in his lower limbs. It was my mother who refused to give up and accompanied him to Blue City for treatment. Now he is cured."

After listening, Tang Junyao had a slight doubt in her heart, but then she thought that even Ji Hancheng had no doubts, so she must be overthinking it.

If there were really a problem, Ji Hancheng wouldn't have just said it was a car accident; he would have already looked for the person behind it.

The wind picked up, stronger at the mountaintop than at the foot. Seeing her wearing only a thin dress, I took off my suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Put this on, it's a bit windy."

It was indeed quite cold, but she didn't refuse and went straight in. She was over 180 cm tall, and the clothes looked particularly large on her, like she was acting.

At the same time, being able to put his clothes on her, a strange emotion welled up inside him. "Are you cold? If you are, go back."

"Let's go back, let's go to the hospital first." She was going to deliver dinner to her godmother.

He came to the conclusion that as long as you pay attention, you can guess what a woman is thinking. He roughly knew what she was going to do. "Xu Mingkai is guarding over there, you don't need to go see her off. Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Get a good night's rest."

Back at Yixinyuan, Ji Hancheng followed her into the room, and she did not stop him, as if she had acquiesced.

It gives the impression of a couple returning home together.

As he entered the room, he spoke first, "Xu Mingkai will be bringing food later. What would you like to eat?"

Tang Junyao felt a little bad for Assistant Xu. He had worked very hard since the incident, running around and now he had to deliver food.

"Anything's fine, I'll take a shower and you..."

Seeing that her clothes were a bit dirty, she realized she needed to change after coming back from the cemetery and then going to the hospital on the hilltop. "I'll go home and take a shower first. Give me the house key."

After giving him the key, Tang Junyao went inside to take a shower. She didn't turn on the hot water, but the cold water. The icy water hitting her face cleared her mind. How should she devise a plan to find the murderer, and how could she get him to strike again?

The colder the water, the clearer the mind becomes, and a plan is born.

She picked up her phone and sent Chen Lan a short message, then waited for the result.

Although she didn't save the number, she remembered it vividly. After her mother passed away, Chen Lan tried to persuade her grandfather to accept the situation by working on her. She would call her every few days, but she probably gave up hope because the mother ignored her. After that, she stopped calling. Unknowingly, she remembered the number.

About 10 minutes later, Ji Hancheng opened the door and came in. She came out wearing a conservative nightgown, and her hair was still wet.

He stood in the entryway changing his shoes, and couldn't help but scold, "Why didn't you blow-dry your hair?"

The shoes were prepared by Tang Junyao for her brother, and they fit him perfectly now.

"Just finished showering." Then she asked, "Are you going on a business trip soon?"

He looked up and met her gaze, as if he understood immediately. He shook his head and said, "Let's dry our hair first, then eat. Xu Mingkai has already sent the food to the hospital and hired a caregiver."

Tang Junyao felt sorry for Xu Mingkai again. The meal was delivered by Xu's assistant, who then went to the hospital. It was truly a hardship for Xu's assistant, the humble Xu's assistant.

It's tough being a working person.

Feeling sorry for Assistant Xu, she went into the bathroom to dry her hair. She came out when it was half dry, sat down at the dining table, picked up her chopsticks, and prepared to eat. She had to eat before she could fight the monsters; no matter how unhappy she was, she had to eat first.

He arranged the dishes, served her a bowl of soup, and then went straight into the bathroom. A moment later, he came back with a hairdryer, pulled her down onto the sofa, and said, "Dry your hair before you eat. If your hair isn't dry, you'll have a headache the next day."

These words left Tang Junyao somewhat bewildered. When did she even know such common sense? "Have you been reading any books lately?"

He touched his nose guiltily, his eyes darting around. "Do I really have that much free time?"

Tang Junyao: Are you sure? Why do I have this illusion that your emotional intelligence is off the charts?

Will divorce turn a chauvinistic straight man into a warm-hearted one? I've been bombarded with Ji Hancheng's tenderness these past few days and almost succumbed to it. Their relationship is a bit complicated now, more like a couple than a couple.

Tang Junyao wanted to blow-dry her hair herself, but Ji Hancheng seemed to be addicted to helping her blow-dry her hair, insisting that he do it for her. In the end, it was Ji Hancheng who dried her hair.

After the two finished dinner, Ji Hancheng cleaned up. She sat on the sofa, watching the busy figure in the kitchen, lost in thought. The proud and arrogant man actually did housework, and he was even helping her with the housework.

It would be fine if he continued like this.

In fact, the marriage she wanted was very simple: mutual love, no cheating, and the possibility of conflicts that wouldn't last overnight. She didn't like guessing; everyone's thoughts were different, and it was hard to guess what the other person was really thinking. For example, Ji Hancheng was always expressionless, and it was impossible to figure him out.

The unknown number that morning was designed to break her down, and she did break down then and there. The person who sent the message got what they wanted. But she's alive now. She didn't fall when her mother passed away, she didn't fall when her grandfather passed away, and she won't fall down now that her godmother has passed away.

Between humans and ghosts, she felt that humans were more terrifying. Ghosts wouldn't come knocking on your door as long as you didn't do anything wrong, but it's different with humans. If you're doing well, they'll be envious; if you're doing poorly, they'll laugh and flaunt their wealth. Aren't jealousy and scheming all rooted in humans? It's not easy to see through the mind of a bad person.

She was determined to catch him, whether he was a human or a ghost, and would only consider her relationship with Ji Hancheng after everything had settled down.