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

In a VIP suite at the Tihou Hotel, the man and woman on the bed were both naked, their faces filled with terror, while the woman tried to cover herself with the blanket as tightly as possible.

The corners of her eyes still held the allure of freshly moisturized skin, and below her neck were scattered red marks, freshly made, indicating intense stimulation.

The blush on her face hadn't faded yet; it was obvious what was happening under the covers without even thinking.

The man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sat casually on the edge of the bed, his posture languid and relaxed, yet he exuded an immense sense of oppression. In the dimly lit room, his deep, dark eyes shone with a terrifying light, making it impossible to discern his thoughts or intentions.

Ji Mingyuan kept mentally preparing himself. He was the Second Master Ji of the capital, the grandson of the Ji family. Who dared to touch him? "Who are you to mess with my business?"

He was busy when this man suddenly barged in at a crucial moment, almost causing him to lose his erection.

The bodyguards on the side were sweating bullets for the fool on the bed. How dare he call himself "I" in front of the young master? Did he have a death wish? Since the young master wasn't going to say anything, he could only stand quietly to the side like a wooden stake.

These words failed to elicit the slightest reaction from the man, who simply stared silently at the two people on the bed, the quiet air seeming to freeze.

The more silent he became, the more uncertain Ji Mingyuan felt. Was he feigning mystery or was he truly mysterious? "Who are you? Are you mute? I am from the Ji family of the capital. If you dare to do anything to me, our Ji family will not let you off the hook."

Fearing that the other party might actually have a powerful background, Ji Mingyuan decided to make it clear that he was a member of the Ji family, so as to give the Ji family some face.

The man sat in the chair with his legs crossed and arms clasped in front of his chest. He glanced at Ji Mingyuan with disdain, then parted his lips slightly, his voice laced with contempt, and said, "The Ji family?"

Ji Mingyuan thought he was scared, so he straightened his back and raised his head, saying, "That's right, the Ji family, scared now? If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't disturb my nightlife."

To his surprise, the man didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked something completely unrelated: "Do you have coffee?"

He was speaking to his bodyguard.

"Yes, I'll pour it for you right away."

A moment later, the bodyguard brought over a cup of coffee. "Young master, we don't have freshly ground coffee here, only instant coffee."

The man extended his long, slender, fair fingers to take the cup, brought it to his nose and smelled it, showing no sign of dislike. "It's good to change things up once in a while."

Ji Mingyuan, feeling annoyed at being left out, thought that if an ordinary person heard about the Ji family, they would have fled in panic. Why wasn't this person afraid at all, and instead started drinking coffee?

The man took a sip of coffee, held the cup in one hand, and blew on it. "It was indeed my abruptness. I shouldn't have come to watch the live broadcast without prior notice."

"Since Young Master Ji is in such a hurry, you can continue. Just pretend I don't exist. You do your thing, I'll do mine. It won't affect anything."

Ji Mingyuan: Are you sick? You stand over there and my thing is still usable.

He could see dissatisfaction and anger in Ji Mingyuan's eyes, which was exactly what the man wanted to see. He actually quite liked it. "You think there aren't enough people? Fine, I'll call more for you."

Ji Mingyuan: Is this person sick? He thinks he's in the way. When did he start talking about the problem of having too few people? Besides, is this a question of whether there are too many or too few people?

"Who are you? Get the hell out of here. Stop playing tricks. If you're so capable, just tell me your name." I'll kill you when I get out of here.

The man sipped his coffee indifferently, testing Ji Mingyuan's patience. "You don't deserve to know who I am. All you need to know is that you touched my precious things, and you're finished." The last three words were spoken softly, but they carried a sinister tone.

Ji Mingyuan suddenly shivered, not because he was naked, but because of the sinister aura emanating from the man, which gave him a feeling that he had something else up his sleeve.

Ji Mingyuan has slept with so many women that he can't even imagine which of the girls he's been with is his darling.

While still searching his memory, the man had already taken out his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speakerphone. "Mr. Ji, would you do me the honor of watching a live sex show?"

The reply came from the other end in just one second: "Where?"

The man smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Your place."

He hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

Ji Mingyuan already knew from the conversation who the man was calling. "Are you my brother's enemy?"

A cold, icy sound echoed in the silent midnight room, "It's all."

Ji Mingyuan searched his memory repeatedly, but he couldn't recall ever seeing this person before, let alone offending him. Now that it seemed his older brother was coming, he was saved.

I'm not going to waste my brainpower thinking about it anymore.

Thinking about it that way, I wasn't so nervous anymore, and I even felt a bit smug. Just wait and see how my brother deals with you when he gets here.

Less than 10 minutes later, the door to the room was opened.

Ji Hancheng rushed over, looking travel-worn. Upon seeing the two people on the bed and then the man sitting calmly drinking coffee, he immediately understood what was going on. He politely said, "President Lan seems to be in a good mood today. If you want to see a movie, I can treat you. Why watch such a low-quality one? It might offend your eyes."

Ever since Ji Hancheng entered the door, Ji Mingyuan felt like he had grasped a lifeline. "Big brother, big brother, save me! This guy is a lunatic!"

Would a normal person enjoy watching this kind of live broadcast?

Ji Hancheng was feeling frustrated, and when he shot Ji Mingyuan a sharp look, Ji Mingyuan immediately fell silent.

Lan Yunchen glanced sideways at Ji Hancheng standing at the door. He was quite good-looking, but his face was deceptive. No wonder Yao Yao was fooled. "President Ji, you must have been sleeping in your car. You arrived quickly enough."

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng understood immediately. This meant that he already knew about him spending the night in the car with Yao Yao. He curled his lips and said, "How about I treat President Lan to a meal at another venue?"

Lan Yunchen was not grateful and had no intention of leaving. "No, no need for President Ji to spend money. You've spent quite a bit these past few days. It's nice to change things up and watch something with a short circuit once in a while after getting used to long standby times. Why don't you join us, President Ji? Or is it that President Ji doesn't like the performance of his own people?"

Ji Hancheng was not to be outdone and guessed what he wanted to do. "I'm fine with anything. Do whatever you like."

Lan Yunchen seemed quite satisfied with these words and nodded. "Then let's make it a little more exciting. Life is too boring if it's too bland, White Tiger."

Upon hearing this, Baihu strode towards Ji Mingyuan's side, giving him no chance to resist, and placed something on the tip of his nose. A few seconds later, Baihu left the room.

After a moment, Lan Yunchen turned to Ji Hancheng and asked casually, as if in a chat, "Mr. Ji, do you prefer playing cards or chess?"

Ji Hancheng tapped his back teeth as he watched Baihu's series of actions, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile, "Whatever."

Lan Yunchen made his choice, "Then let's play chess. Chess is like life; one wrong move leads to another. It's good for self-reflection. What do you think, Mr. Ji?"

Ji Hancheng understood Lan Yunchen's implied meaning and knew the underlying message in his words. Surprisingly, he was powerless to refute him and had never been so passive before.

The two went to the large living room outside, where Baihu had already set up a chessboard.

From inside the living room came Lan Yunchen's instruction, "Keep the door open, let President Ji learn as well."

"Yes." Baihu reopened the door that had been closed.

Lan Yunchen was polite as if nothing had happened. "President Ji, you go first. You're obliged to help me. Since you gave me such expensive wine, I felt bad about always trying to get the upper hand."

Ji Hancheng: I didn't notice you were being soft-hearted at all; you were still quite firm.

His face remained completely expressionless. "You're the one who matters most; after all, you're an elder."

Lan Yunchen raised an eyebrow, curled the corner of his lips, and said in a slow and natural tone, "It's a bit early to acknowledge elders. I can't stand a junior like you."

If someone else had done this tonight, Ji Hancheng wouldn't have spared them at all; he would have beaten them so badly their own parents wouldn't recognize them.

Ji Hancheng touched the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue and replied, "Life is unpredictable. Don't jump to conclusions too quickly. Didn't President Lan just say that life is like a game of chess?"

The two exchanged blows, secretly competing with each other for several rounds.

Baihu stood motionless beside him like a wooden stake. He had met Ji Hancheng before; he was the young lady's boyfriend. However, he hadn't told the young master about this, but judging from the young master's reaction that night, he probably knew everything.