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

One of the rooms on the second floor.

The man leaned lazily against the bathroom door, full of patience. The little one on the side of the bed had already fallen into a deep sleep, a sweet smile on her lips.

Children are the most innocent, capable of experiencing the most genuine happiness; even in their sleep, they are smiling.

After waiting for a while, Tang Junyao pushed open the door and came out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet. She was startled when she looked up and saw the man standing suddenly in the doorway.

I never expected this man to be standing at the door.

Don't you know that people can scare each other to death?

She let out a breath and asked, "What are you doing standing here?"

Ji Hancheng straightened his back and stood up straight, smiling as he looked at her, who was frightened, like a startled little rabbit, which was very cute.

Tang Junyao's gaze swept over him. He had changed into his pajamas and it was clear that he had taken a shower. The bandage around his neck had also been removed.

She could smell the fresh scent of his shower gel even up close. She sniffed; it was the same shower gel she always liked. "You changed your shower gel?"

He looked at her for a while before taking the towel from her hand with one hand, intending to help her dry her hair. "Hmm, the shower gel you're using smells really nice."

Seeing this, Tang Junyao quickly stopped her, her tone not very kind, "Isn't your hand injured? Why aren't you wearing a bandage? Don't use your hand anymore, quickly put it back on."

Ignoring her protests, he continued to wipe her hair, doing so carefully and gently, as if handling a precious treasure. But the next second, his words overshadowed this gentle action.

He calmly said, "My hand isn't that bad; it's already healed."

Tang Junyao realized something, her beautiful eyes widening. "You're faking illness?"

Ji Hancheng paused in his wiping motion, then explained without changing his expression, "No, I am indeed sick, but it's not serious. I'm not lying. The doctor said that to be on the safe side, he doesn't want to waste his hand and should have an IV drip, but my recovery ability is relatively good, so it may have healed a little faster."

He didn't use his full strength when he broke his hand that night, but Yan Zhun insisted on leaving it hanging, so he hung it up because he didn't want his hand to be ruined.

After keeping it up for a few days, he discovered there were some perks, so he just kept it up. But tonight he didn't want to pretend anymore, and he didn't want to wait for Yixinyuan.

Tang Junyao had already figured out the problem from his words and asked, "So your arm was actually healed a long time ago, not broken but dislocated?"

He awkwardly touched his nose. The dislocation should count as a break, but it was put back in place by Yan Zhun's skillful technique. Plus, he hadn't moved around for several days. "It was broken, but the doctor's skills are superb."

Tang Junyao stood in front of him, looking up at him with amusement as he lied, her face full of disbelief.

Without batting an eye, he tried to change the subject, saying, "Let's not dwell on this. I'll help you blow-dry your hair."

Tang Junyao glanced at his right hand, which was now moving freely, and was speechless. This man was really good at scheming; he was pretending even though he was fully recovered.

The scheming woman and the manipulative man deliberately joked, "It must have been tough for you, Mr. Ji, to pretend to be disabled. You truly deserve the Oscar."

Ji Hancheng smiled, not caring that she saw through him, and gently pulled her into the bathroom. Their figures appeared in the mirror one after the other. He picked up the hair dryer, glanced at her in the mirror, and the tenderness in his eyes was visible to the naked eye.

Behind her, he shamelessly said, "I prefer other aspects of a comfortable and fulfilling life. Would Yao Yao be willing to provide that?"

In an instant, her face flushed red. She glanced at him in the mirror, and coincidentally, he was also staring at her in the mirror. Their eyes met for a moment, sparks flying, almost shattering the mirror. She quickly looked away, pretending to be calm, and said, "I'll blow it myself."

A mirror is always the most truthful mirror, revealing the blemishes and pores on your face. Needless to say, her flushed face was even more obvious, and it was impossible to hide it by pretending to be calm. Knowing that she was shy, he cooperated and stopped talking about it. He looked away and seriously turned on the hair dryer, saying in a deep voice, "I won't tease you anymore. I'll dry you first."

Seeing his serious expression, she lowered her hand, which was raised in the air to grab the hairdryer, and let it hang down at her sides, clenching her fists.

For the next ten minutes or so, he was very focused on blow-drying his hair, his fingers running through the strands gently and teasingly.

The warm breeze stimulated her scalp, making every cell in her body throb with joy. A tingling sensation spread from her scalp to her toes, which curled slightly inside her cotton slippers. Every nerve was taut, her heart pounding. She had a premonition of what was to come…

Don't you want to?

miss you.

She seemed both expectant and a little nervous.

While he was distracted, his hair had already dried. He calmly put the hairdryer back in its place, then inserted his five fingers into his hair to check if it was dry by the temperature of his hands.

This action was like a child throwing a pebble into a calm lake, causing the surface to ripple and the waves to make one's eyes water.

Her shyness, awkwardness, and nervousness were all in his eyes. Suddenly, his chest pressed against her back, and she could feel his burning body temperature even through the thin nightgown. Her heart clenched, and she braced her hands on the sink.

Ji Hancheng suppressed a laugh, lowered his body slightly, and placed both hands on the table. However, his hands were placed on the back of her hands, and his fingers slowly intertwined with hers from between the fingers. The action was ambiguous, and the atmosphere was irresistibly alluring.

She didn't dare look up at herself in the mirror; she was embarrassed. Even without looking, she knew her face was as red as a boiled lobster.

Ji Hancheng lifted his eyelids, curled his lips, and leaned close to her ear. His gaze was fixed on their reflection in the mirror, his hot breath like the heat rising from the concrete floor on a hot day, making her feel uncomfortable.

He continued to coax, his eyes full of smiles, "Yaoyao, look up at us..."

Tang Junyao's heart leaped into her throat, a burning heat coursing through every corner of her body, leaving no stone unturned. She whispered her refusal, "No."

He chuckled softly in her ear, "Yaoyao, are you shy, hmm?"

He paused for a few seconds before continuing, "It's cute, I like it."

The words were barely out of her mouth when a hot, wet sensation assaulted her earlobes and neck, forcing her to close her eyes and endure the onslaught of the downpour.

After a while, her body went limp as she leaned against the sink, trying to steady herself. Noticing her change, he lifted her up from behind and carried her to the bedside.

She knew perfectly well what was going to happen next; the adult world is full of things you understand instantly.

Whether it was due to bad weather or to match the indoor scene, large raindrops began to fall outside the window.

The storm came quickly; the branches of the trees outside the window swayed violently in the wind, and the rain pounded against the dry ground, turning the long-unwatered ground wet in an instant.

Nourished, the grass seemed to be pampered and instantly came back to life, tilting its head back to receive the rain.

Tang Junyao lost herself in the ocean, her mind blank, and she closed her eyes and tilted her head back to receive the onslaught of the fiercest storm.

An hour later, she was carried into the bathroom to take a bath together. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were still tender. The blush on her face had not completely faded. She was delicate, beautiful, and charming.

Watching for even a second longer will make you want to keep exploring.

Ji Hancheng held her tightly, his nose brushing against hers. "I'll help you wash, okay?"

The danger alarm went off, but she refused. She jumped out of bed, completely exhausted, and her eyes firmly refused, "No."

Ji Hancheng smiled as he watched the woman run away like a rabbit, and chuckled, "Looks like I didn't work hard enough. I think you should get some extra treatment after you're done washing, otherwise I'll lose face."

After saying that, he got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom, intending to help her take a bath.

Tang Junyao was on high alert. She raised her chin, signaling him to leave. When he didn't move, she pushed him directly, "Ji Hancheng, have some decency and get out of here."

"Alright, we should leave some good memories. So take a good shower, and call me if you can't stand up."

Tang Junyao: Am I a weakling?

After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and glanced at the messy interior from the bathroom doorway. A smile appeared on his lips. It seemed that he had underestimated her stamina.

The room was filled with a psychedelic atmosphere. He got up, opened the window a crack, covered his son with a blanket, and tidied up the mess.

After tidying up, looking at the clean environment again, I felt a sense of satisfaction and warmth in my heart.

She's still his, that's good.

I looked up and stared blankly at the little person on the bed. Who did this person inherit this sleep quality from? It's unchanging.

At this moment, he finally understood why so many people are blinded by lust. It turns out that doing this kind of thing with someone you like can bring you such indescribable joy. What had he missed in the past two years?

Half an hour later, Tang Junyao came out, having changed into a new set of pajamas. She glanced around the room, which he had already tidied up.

He walked over and lifted her up in his arms, startling her. "What are you doing?"

"I was worried you were tired. Are you hurt?"

Tang Junyao: Thank you, but we've already finished eating. Do we have to discuss this after the meal? Are you crazy?

She said shyly, "No, I'm asleep. Aren't you going to take a shower?"

Without acknowledging her shyness, I continued by asking, "Are you really not hurt?"

She awkwardly explained again, "No, really no."

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Hancheng spoke, squatting down in front of her, a pleading look in his eyes, "Yaoyao, can we do it again tonight?"

Tang Junyao: "............."

She refused without hesitation; she wasn't going to indulge him. "No, I'm going to sleep. You go take a shower now."

He chuckled as he got up, ruffled her hair, quickly kissed her on the lips, and stepped into the bathroom.

She covered her burning face with both hands, patted it to try to cool it down, and her legs were a little sore; this thing was too tiring.

It's good for building waist strength.

Perhaps she was really too tired, and hadn't exercised in a long time, she fell asleep quickly. When Ji Hancheng came out of the bathroom, she was already in a deep sleep.

Looking at the two figures on the bed, one big and one small, I felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness I had never experienced before.

This might just be what it means to have a wife, kids, and a warm bed – it's really nice.

After a few seconds of silence, he lifted one side of the blanket and gently lay down, holding her waist tightly. Feeling the safety of the barrier, she subconsciously snuggled against his chest, found a comfortable position, curled up in his arms, and continued to sleep.

Goodnight, my wife.

Even if we don't remarry, you will always be my only wife in this life, Ji Hancheng said silently, his chin resting on her head.