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

It was almost noon.

Su Xue and Xi Xi still showed no signs of getting up, while Tang Junyao had already prepared their luggage.

Ji Hancheng looked at the busy woman in the room with a good mood. So this is what home feels like. He has a child and a woman he loves. He leaned on the edge of the bed with one hand and smiled, "Why don't you call and urge Miss Su?"

The room felt harmonious at that moment; warm light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

It warmed my heart and gave me a sense of having stolen half a day of leisure from my busy life.

In peaceful times, I only wish you were by my side.

After about 10 minutes, she finally finished preparing everything and brought all the necessary items. Tang Junyao sat quietly in the recliner reading a book, while Ji Hancheng watched her every move intently. Xiao Youzi sat on the plush carpet looking through paintings.

The family of three each had their own things to do, but the man kept bothering her.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ji Hancheng teased, "Are you afraid of disturbing their good time?"

Finally, she stopped reading, lifted her eyelids, glared at him, and said, "Do you think everyone is like you, with a head full of nonsense?"

He simply shifted his position, moved closer to the edge of the bed, leaned against the headboard, put one hand behind his head, and stared intently at her. "This is my honest reaction. Do you think Lu Jinnan is any better? This is a normal reaction to a girl I like. If you don't believe me, wait until Miss Su gets up and ask her if she was just chatting with the ceiling last night."

Tang Junyao knew without asking that it was impossible. Even if Lu Jinnan could chat purely, Su Xue probably couldn't be that pure.

We've been best friends for so many years, it's not like we don't know each other's personalities.

He leaned against the headboard and laughed, then laughed out loud. "See? You didn't believe me. This is just a normal way for us to connect and build our relationship."

"Shut up, you can't stop talking about that stuff."

Just then, Ji Hancheng's phone, which was on the bed, rang. After looking at the caller ID, he picked up the phone and waved it at her. "Han Yue, I'm going to answer this call."

"Mm." She nodded. Dating is dating, but everyone has their own private space. Just like now, Han Yue and Ji Hancheng have things to talk about, and she won't ask him to explain every single detail.

Ji Hancheng left the room, answered the phone, stood in the hallway, and gently closed the door. "Speak."

Han Yue, who was waiting on the other end, was losing his patience. "You have tenosynovitis; you can't even answer the phone anymore."

Ignoring his sarcasm, that foul mouth of hers asked, "What did you find out?"

Han Yue became interested. "We found out something. Your ex-wife's stepmother has connections abroad. They've been exchanging money over the years, transferring a lot of money there. She buys perfumes every now and then. She's a perfume expert."

Ji Hancheng disliked his suspense, "Get to the point, skip the fluff."

Han Yue, who rarely wanted to say more, was silenced. "Damn it, I'm afraid you can't do reading comprehension. In short, that perfume is bewitching. Not only did your ex-wife's stepmother buy it, but Lu Jinnan's cousin also bought it many years ago."

Han Yue sneered, the sound practically overflowing from the microphone, "That Xu Man wouldn't have used that on you, would she?"

It's understandable that Chen Lan bought this; after all, she's a mistress who's taken over, and she needs it to solidify her position. But what about Xu Man? "Have they found out what she's using this for?"

"You really haven't used it on you?"

After waiting for a long time without hearing a reply from Ji Hancheng, the phone remained silent.

Not receiving a reply from Ji Hancheng, Han Yue took it upon himself to tell what he had found out later: "She would go to the Lu residence immediately every time she received a package."

Ji Hancheng felt a growing suspicion. "The Lu residence? Her target is Old Master Lu?"

Han Yue smiled knowingly, "I thought you'd gone crazy from being in love, but it seems you're not. She doesn't have any special skills, so why would Grandpa Lu beg you for a peaceful place before he died, with three more chances? He's risking his own reputation to pray for her safety and well-being."

Ji Hancheng chuckled to himself, realizing he hadn't noticed anything amiss, and felt sorry for Old Master Lu. "Does this medicine have any side effects?"

Han Yue replied in a deep voice, "Yes, your ex-wife's stepmother is holding perfume, and Xu Man is holding aromatherapy. Ordinary people can't tell the difference or smell it; they'll just feel comfortable. Long-term use will shorten lifespan and eventually lead to symptoms of Alzheimer's disease."

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng felt a tightness in his chest. This was a slow, insidious murder. Who would have thought that Xu Man would use such a method to bewitch Old Master Lu for his own sake? "Don't tell Lu Jinnan about this, lest he go crazy."

The Lu family had long been dissatisfied with the fact that Old Master Lu had taken Xu Man as his granddaughter, and they had been forced to help the Xu family for so many years, only to find out that she was the murderer.

If that's really the case, then it makes sense that Grandpa Lu couldn't remember Lu Jinnan's family in the end. At that time, the Lu family doctor diagnosed Grandpa Lu with Alzheimer's disease, and it was just a moment of lucidity before he died, when he sought protection for Xu Man.

Mother Lu's actions were tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house; her kindness harmed Old Master Lu.

Xu Man grew up in a single-parent family. Lu's mother was kind-hearted and always helped her. Seeing that Xu Zhong was too busy, she reached out and took Xu Man in to take care of her. Little did she know that this would be the result.

Han Yue knew, of course, that "I'm more discreet than you are."

Ji Hancheng: "Did the doctor abroad find out the truth?"

Han Yue: "The documents are in my office. I don't want to be interviewed. Come and see them when you have time. Judging from your current state, there's no rush. I've locked them in a safe. You can come and see them whenever you're no longer obsessed with romance."

These words inexplicably reminded Ji Hancheng of Lan Yunxi, and he jokingly said, "Don't treat my sister-in-law like that. She's a young girl and can't stand your teasing. If you don't want to be a bachelor for life, stop putting poison on your lips."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yue abruptly hung up the phone. After hanging up, Ji Hancheng's eyes turned cold and unfathomable.

The door opened at that moment, and the instant Tang Junyao opened it, his face immediately lit up with a smile. "Why did it take you so long? Is something wrong at the company? If you have something to do, you can go back to the company first. You don't need to stay with me every day."

He casually put his phone in his pocket, reached out and rubbed the back of her head. "Do you think I look suitable to go to the company? I can't sign anything. I'm not left-handed. My dad works at the company, so don't worry. Forget it, let's notify them ourselves. Send a message to Miss Su."

"Okay, I'll send it now. Have you talked to Han Yue? Is he going?"

Ji Hancheng pushed Tang Junyao through the door and closed it behind him. He knew why she had asked that question. "She went."

We can't keep squeezing his resources and influence; we have to spend money to appease him, otherwise he'll quit.

He then typed in the three-person group chat, "Going to the island tonight, those who want to go, meet up in Tihou."

Han Yue had just put his phone in his pocket after hanging up the phone when he felt it vibrate against his leg. He took it out again and smiled.

Looking at her younger sister, who was curled up on the sofa fiddling with her red toenails, she said disdainfully, "Get ready, I'll take you to eat and stay for free tonight."

Han Guoguo didn't even look up, continuing to fan her nail polish with her hand, hoping it would dry quickly. "You're bankrupt?"

Han Yue glanced at her and said, "Hope for me well. If I go bankrupt, you'll be a beggar tomorrow. If you don't want to end up on the streets, the first thing you should do when you wake up is pray that I'll get rich."

Han Guoguo was impervious to anger and said slowly, "Tch."

Han Yue said impatiently, "Are you going or not? If you're not going, you can live on your own at home."

Han Guoguo realized he was telling the truth, but her toenail polish was still wet, so she instructed, "My feet can't touch the ground yet, could you please help me with my suitcase?"

"Brother, Oppa brother, Han Yue, Han the Debater."

Use whichever name sounds best to you.

Han Yue immediately ignored the suitcase's complaints and automatically activated his immune system, saying, "You think you're staying for a long time? Just bring a few changes of clothes. It'll only last three days at most."

Han Guoguo said disdainfully, "Straight man, do you even know what girls need to bring when they go out? Do you think you boys can conquer the world with just a pair of underwear? Hurry up and grab it for me, or you can forget about leaving the house."

With an expression that suggested he was determined to wait it out, Han Yue reluctantly started going upstairs. Halfway up, he asked again, "Besides your suitcase, is there anything else? Don't expect me to get it for you a second time."

Han Guoguo said a lot in turn, and Han Yue almost took notes. His face turned as black as a pot. He really had brought a tyrant home.

Feeling a little guilty, I silently wished for my dear sister.