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

"Get up, get up, get up..."

Half-awake and half-asleep, Tang Junyao reached for her phone on the bedside table. She glanced at it and saw that it was almost 2 a.m. She was surprised at how well she could sleep.

I quickly got up and went to the closet to find clothes.

I'm a little hesitant about what to wear. Is the weather nice outside?

I turned around, drew back the curtains, and checked the weather forecast on my phone. The weather was sunny, but the temperature wasn't very high, with a high of 15 degrees Celsius. It was almost winter.

I took out a pair of jeans, a beige sweatshirt, and a white vest from the closet. After thinking for a moment, I added a black turtleneck underneath, just in case it got too hot to wear the vest. Perfect.

As I changed my clothes and prepared to leave, my phone rang. It was a voice message from Su Xue: "Yaoyao, are you still home? Come over and have afternoon tea."

When you've known your best friends for a long time, you inevitably develop a certain level of unspoken understanding, and isn't this a perfect example?

She sat by the shoe rack changing her shoes. Since it was difficult to type, she replied with a voice message with one hand: "I'm up and putting on my shoes. I'm about to come find you. Are you at home or outside? If you're outside, send me your location."

After sending the message, she put her phone down next to the chair and continued tying her shoelaces. Half a minute later, another voice message came in. She was busy putting on her shoes, so she casually pressed play. "Damn, you just got up? You don't sleep in, do you? You didn't do *that* with Young Master Ji last night, did you?"

She was about to pick up her phone to reply to Su Xuegun when another message came in: "Tell me what's going on. Could I have been right? Does Young Master Ji have a good physique?"

A deep, cold voice echoed from the living room, "Is this the kind of explicit talk you have about me with your friends?"

Tang Junyao: "........." When did this person come home? How come she didn't notice him when she went downstairs? He was so quiet.

The scene of social death..........

She wasn't in the mood to reply to Su Xue's messages anymore. She put on her shoes and walked to the sofa. "We don't usually talk about you. My best friend has a loose tongue and just talks nonsense."

His cold eyes stared straight at her, making her feel uneasy. "Miss Tang, has something been forgotten?"

"Um?"

"Looks like I have to remind you again. The agreement clearly states that you can't tell a third person, and it seems you haven't followed it."

My opinion of her had improved a bit in the past few days, but now it seems she's eager for everyone to know that she is the rightful Mrs. Ji.

boom..........

This is the most terrifying thing. I should have known better than to tell Su Xue, that big mouth. I'll die because of that woman's mouth. Besides, their marriage wasn't something they agreed on after the agreement, it was something they agreed on before the agreement, okay? Forget it, explaining now will only make this man stubbornly think that she's just showing off her position as Mrs. Ji. It's impossible to reason with him. "Young Master Ji, I only told my best friend. I don't have anyone else I can tell. You see..." Can we forget about the 100 million? She didn't say that.

I must have been out of my mind to sign that unequal treaty. It was a disaster, a hundred million!

His eyes, cold and icy, held a chilling depth. "What do you think? Are doctors these days so lacking in contractual integrity?"

She wouldn't have it. "Young Master Ji, let's get down to business. There's no need to slander my profession. One hundred million, is that it? I can give it to you, but I have one condition: I want the money paid and the agreement broken immediately. How about that?"

A half-smile played on his lips. It seemed this woman was hoping to be free from the constraints of an agreement so she could be Mrs. Ji without worry. "You're dreaming," he said.

Her eyes were firm and clear. "So, does Young Master Ji agree? If you agree, we'll go get the divorce certificate today, and I'll give you the money."

Well, it's good that we're being suspected every day anyway, so it's better to withdraw now; it's a good time to do so.

Looks like I'll have to use the money Grandpa gave me first.

Divorce? What she wants isn't to break the agreement, but a divorce?

For a moment, he was incredulous. Did she really not care about the Mrs. Ji title that her grandfather had earned for her out of kindness? Was he overthinking things?

He was an outstanding individual from a young age, always excelling wherever he went. What he hated most was being coerced or having things spiral out of his control.

He would never be forced to do something against his will, but because of this woman's grandfather, he was inexplicably forced by his grandfather's bodyguard to register a marriage with a stranger, which he certainly couldn't accept.

There's always a sense of resentment, dissatisfaction, and temper...

Even though his mother was spoiled, his parents loved each other, and it was obvious that his father doted on his mother.

However, his marriage was not voluntary, which left him feeling resentful and dissatisfied, leading to a strong prejudice against her.

Seeing that Ji Hancheng did not answer her, she did not wait for his reply, nor was she bothered to wait. She turned and left, saying, "I hope Young Master Ji will give me an answer tonight so I can arrange the money." One hundred million, at least the bank would need to make an appointment.

This suited him perfectly. She only opened WeChat when she reached the door. Su Xue had already sent a series of messages. As she walked towards the garage, she listened, "Grandma, where are you? Why did you disappear while we were chatting?"

"Yao Yao, Yao Yao."

"Yaoyao, are you driving?"

"Yaoyao, I'll wait for you. I'm still at home now. Let's go to the Casual Cafe next to the hospital. I'll replenish my energy this afternoon so I can work hard all night."

"Then I won't bother you anymore."

Su Xue is carefree and absent-minded in other areas, but she takes pregnant women and children very seriously.

I remember once, during the peak of the baby boom, she volunteered to work consecutively. Even if she worked until dawn one day, she didn't rest the next day and still worked the night shift. You couldn't tell from her appearance that she had this sense of responsibility.

Casual Coffee Shop.

The shop isn't particularly large, but it's a popular cafe in Beijing. The decor is simple and understated, yet exceptionally comfortable.

It's not just people with incomes like mine who come; the wealthy and elite also come to visit.

As soon as she entered the store, Su Xue waved to her from the window seat.

She took off her gloves and placed them on the table, then picked up the coffee Su Xue had ordered for her and took a sip; it was warm and comforting.

Su Xue looked at her casually dressed best friend and said, "Can't you dress a little more like a woman? This outfit is practically the standard for a middle school student. Even high school students born in the 00s dress more stylishly than you."

"Yes, just like you, wearing a bright red robe."

"Isn't my red reversible coat beautiful? It's so pretty and eye-catching." She just loves bright colors.

Tang Junyao ignored her. She was furious in the morning, but now that she had figured it out, she felt it was nothing. Since they were getting a divorce tomorrow anyway, she decided to make things clear to her best friend and tell her not to joke around like that anymore.

"Xiaoxue, I have something to tell you."

Su Xue asked in surprise, "What is it? Tell me."

Tang Junyao cleared her throat. "Ji Shao and I are probably getting a divorce tomorrow, so don't joke about me and him next time. He heard the voice message you sent this morning, and I need to compensate him 100 million."

Su Xue was a little confused and couldn't react for a moment. Why would it cost 100 million to have her voice heard? And why would she pay for the voice recording? Was it gilded? "Wait a minute, what do you mean? I don't understand. Where did this 100 million come from?"

Tang Junyao sat upright with her hands folded on the table, ready to spill everything. "The night after we got our marriage certificate, the same night I moved into the Royal Garden, he made me sign an agreement requiring us to keep our marriage a secret. The deadline was three months later, when we would each be well and get a normal divorce. During that time, I couldn't tell any third party that I was married to him. But I thought you weren't someone else, and who knew I'd find out this morning and demand a hundred million in compensation. It's true that I didn't keep the agreement. Since I have to pay compensation, I filed for divorce. I'll give him the money after I sign the divorce papers."

Su Xue was stunned. So it was because of her slip of the tongue that morning that her best friend lost hundreds of millions. Was Ji Hancheng a shrewd businessman?

After a moment, Su Xue reacted and directly cursed Ji Hancheng as worse than a pig or a dog, "Go to hell, this guy is sick. We don't care about Yao Yao, who cares about his position as Mrs. Ji? It's good that you're divorced. My brother is better than him. Don't worry, I'll give you a share of that 100 million. I'll pay for it for you. Tomorrow you can take the check and throw it on his head."

"You can't live without him, treating him like a precious gem. Not everyone likes money, right? Get lost."

Tang Junyao quickly covered her mouth, "Grandma, keep your voice down. Are you afraid people won't know I'm getting a divorce?"

Upon hearing this, Su Xue shushed her and immediately began to quietly discuss matters after the divorce with her.

"You guys didn't do *that*, did you? Otherwise you'd be losing out big time." Su Xue suddenly thought of this question.

Tang Junyao glanced at her disdainfully. "What are you thinking? Do you think he'd even look at me, or that I'm so shameless? I'm supposed to be divorcing within the stipulated time, yet I'm still throwing myself at him. Am I cheap?"