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

About 20 minutes later, the car arrived at Tihou, and the Porsche came to a smooth stop in front of the Tihou Hotel.

Han Yue turned off the engine, removed the key, opened the car door, and then swung the car key on his finger. The series of actions were smooth and stylish.

Han Guoguo, wearing slippers and pajamas, walked confidently behind with her hands in her pockets, seemingly unaware that her attire was odd. She believed that as long as she wasn't embarrassed, others would be the ones who felt awkward, and living authentically was the only true path.

The receptionist, who had never seen Han Guoguo before, simply greeted her politely, "President Han."

Han Yue noticed a few people whispering among themselves. He knew what they were talking about without even guessing. It was bound to be misunderstood that a girl in pajamas was walking into the hotel with him so openly late at night. He went straight to the front desk and said, "This is my sister. Next time she comes, just give her the card."

After Han Yue finished speaking, the few people who had been whispering just now hurriedly said apologetically, "Mr. Han, we understand. Hello, Ms. Han."

Han Guoguo didn't care about other people's opinions. Otherwise, life would be too tiring. Caring about other people's opinions was not the beginning of giving up. She introduced herself generously, "Hello, Han Guoguo."

"Hello...you".

Han Guoguo, channeling her inner drama queen, turned to Han Yue in a sweet, coquettish voice and asked, "Brother, should I stay in your designated room or get another one? Do you want to sleep with me?"

These words sent a chill down the receptionist's spine. She shuddered, a suspicion creeping into her mind: were these two really siblings? That ambiguous tone... that "brother"...

Han Yue glared at his sister, who was acting crazy and full of drama. "What do you think? Straighten your tongue."

Han Yue had his own private room. After saying what he needed to say, he went to the private elevator, and Han Guoguo followed him happily.

Her constant swaying of her waist and the way she walked were beyond description.

This inevitably led the security guard and the receptionist to have inappropriate thoughts...

As the elevator doors closed and he pressed the button for the 38th floor, Han Yue smirked and his voice echoed in the enclosed elevator, "Having fun?"

Han Guoguo, abandoning her previous flamboyant demeanor before entering the elevator, shrugged, crossed her arms, leaned against the elevator wall, and smiled, "It's alright. You don't even have a girlfriend, so why are you in such a hurry to explain?"

Han Yue remained silent until the elevator doors opened. He strode out, and the two parted ways as if they were strangers, each going to their own room.

Han Guoguo stood at the door and pressed the doorbell. The door opened in just a few seconds, and it was Xixi who opened it. "Sister Guoguo, you're here."

Han Guoguo deliberately raised her voice towards Han Yue, who hadn't even entered the room yet, "Xi Xi, your pajamas tonight are so pretty! They're so cute and pretty, they make me have all sorts of fantasies."

Lan Yunxi: ".............." She glanced down at her conservative pajamas. There was nothing wrong with them; they were quite ordinary.

Why are you having such wild thoughts?

Lan Yunxi tried to stick her head out the door, but Han Guoguo pressed her head back inside with her slender hand. "Come on, come on, I'm starving, let's go inside."

Su Xue turned her head and glanced at Han Guoguo's clothes, her mouth agape as she asked, "You didn't come here dressed like this, did you?"

Han Guoguo casually sat down on the floor. "Isn't this for your pajama party? Wouldn't it look out of place if I wore jeans?"

Su Xue, Tang Junyao, and Lan Yunxi all had to admire Han Guoguo's clever move and gave her a thumbs up in unison, with three thumbs waving across her face.

Han Guoguo slapped it away, "Hey, don't worry about the details, let's hurry up, I'm starving."

Unpacking packages is definitely inhuman work; it's exhausting and I'm starving. I grabbed a skewer of meat and popped it into my mouth, then opened a can of beer. "Did you guys order all of this?"

Su Xue truthfully replied, "Lu Jinnan suggested it, and Young Master Ji arranged it."

Han Guoguo shook her head while biting into a meat skewer, "Perfect, Yao Yao. I admire you for taming such a wild beast. Amazing."

Tang Junyao also picked up a bottle of fruit wine, opened it, took a sip, and smiled happily. "If I told you he's not actually that difficult to deal with, would you believe me?"

Su Xue: "That's for you, not for us. Love and not love are different."

Han Guoguo gave Su Xue a high five in agreement, "I agree with that."

Xi Xi chimed in, "Add one more."

Han Yue stood at the door and rang the doorbell for a minute, but no one answered. Frustrated, he called Lu Jinnan and said, "Open the door."

Lu Jinnan over there seemed very busy. "I'm wiping poop, wait here."

A few seconds later, the door opened. It was Ji Hancheng, wearing dark blue pajamas, who looked at Han Yue meaningfully and said, "What's going on? What brings you here?"

At this time in the past, Han Yue would definitely be in Tissot and would never come to Tihout, or rather, he would rarely come.

Han Yue strode into the room, took a bottle of red wine directly from the wine rack, poured it into a stemmed glass, swirled it, and said, "Bring the ancestor over."

Ji Hancheng shook his head helplessly, "I don't plan to tell Guoguo the truth. Maybe telling her will resolve your issues. You really intend to let her keep calling you Han Dui Dui?"

Han Yue pursed his lips, took a small sip of red wine, put it back on the bar, and continued to wake up. "There's no need. Knowing won't do her any good."

As they were talking, Lu Jinnan came out of the restroom. His legs were a little numb from squatting on the toilet for so long, so his walking posture was a bit strange. He walked out while holding onto the door frame. "Hey, what wind blew Mr. Han from Tihou here?"

Han Yue and Ji Hancheng leaned against the bar in the same way, their postures languid. Both of them held red wine in their right hands and looked at Lu Jinnan with the same gaze. Ji Hancheng smiled but did not say anything.

Han Yue joked, "Those who know you're in there taking care of your bodily needs, but those who don't might think you're laying eggs in there."

Lu Jinnan: "Damn it, you're a dog who can't say anything nice."

Ji Hancheng glanced at his watch and added, "One game of King of Glory, 38 minutes and 4 seconds."

After saying this, Han Yue and Ji Hancheng exchanged a meaningful glance, then raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank.

Lu Jinnan walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. Han Yue, who was next to him, asked, "Did you wash your hands?"

"I'll drink it myself, it's none of your business whether I wash my hands or not. Or you can smell them to see if I've washed them or not."

Han Yue and Ji Hancheng subconsciously took a few steps back to the sides, distancing themselves from Lu Jinnan, their behavior showing disdain.

Lu Jinnan: "You guys act like gods, but do you not poop, pee, or fart? And what you produce doesn't smell any better than mine."

Thinking about the constipation he'd experienced while staying at Tihou these past few days (his stomach had been fine), he turned to Han Yue and asked, "Are you being stingy with the oil too? Why do I get constipated every time I eat Tihou's food?"

Han Yue slowly poured himself another glass of wine, and said, "Don't blame the Earth's gravity for not being strong enough just because you can't poop."

Ji Hancheng bent his right index finger, pressed it against the tip of his nose to suppress a laugh, and raised an eyebrow. "Take a break. If you want to out-argue him, let Guoguo do it."

Lu Jinnan wasn't going to look for Guoguo. "I'm not looking for Guoguo, I'm looking for the little princess of the Lan family."

Upon hearing this, Han Yue paused for a moment, but quickly resumed his normal actions. This scene was observed by Ji Hancheng, who smiled faintly and remained silent.

Maybe my sister-in-law is a locksmith, and a good one at that.

After drinking for a while, Han Yue brought the topic back to the main point: "My people caught Chen Feng overseas. He was beaten for 3 hours and couldn't take it anymore, so he finally confessed. His relationship with Chen Lan is not just that of cousins, but there is another layer to it."

Ji Hancheng was also taken aback upon hearing this. Although it was normal in ancient times for people to arrange marriages if they couldn't find a wife, it was still disgusting to see something like this happening around him now.

Previously, it was thought that Chen Feng and Chen Lan only had a relationship of buying perfume and making payments, but I did not expect that a deeper investigation would reveal such a dirty relationship.

Han Yue didn't want to waste any more words, "My people recorded a video, you can watch it yourself."

He then opened the video saved on his phone and pressed play. After a short while, a lifeless voice came from the video, "I confess, I confess, please stop hitting me. I am a distant relative of Chen Lan. Chen Lan has been beautiful since she was a child, and I have always liked her spirit. However, after she grew up, Chen Lan was single-mindedly focused on marrying into a wealthy family and looked down on me. Until one day, she came to me and wanted me to help her marry Tang Xin and squeeze out the original Mrs. Tang. That's how we maintained that kind of relationship."

Chen Feng paused for a moment, and someone next to him kicked him, "Hurry up, there's no time to waste with your nonsense."

Despite the pain, Chen Feng continued, "We maintained this relationship after that. She would occasionally come here to comfort me, telling Tang Xin that she was going on a trip with her girlfriends, but actually she came to my place to get perfume. Later, she really did take over, and the original Mrs. Tang jumped off a building and died."

"After she took over, she started secretly saving money. Every time Tang Xin gave her money, she would transfer it abroad to save. A few months later, she asked me to help her make a fake paternity test. When I asked her who it was, she wouldn't say, but I'm sure it was Tang Xin. I don't know which daughter's the other one was. My relationship with Chen Lan was just about money and nothing else. It turns out that Mrs. Tang's death had nothing to do with me. I guarantee that what I'm saying is the truth."

After the video finished playing, the living room fell silent; for a moment, no one spoke.

After a long silence, Lu Jinnan finally spoke up, "Damn it, the most poisonous heart is a woman's. She's a mistress who knows who the other is. I even suspect that this viper killed my sister-in-law's mother. Otherwise, how would she have had the chance to take her place?"

Ji Hancheng and Han Yue both gave him an admiring look, something they had never done before. "You've got a brain fart."

Lu Jinnan leaned back on the bar and said smugly, "If my sister-in-law's mother hadn't passed away, Chen Lan would always have been a mistress. How could she have become Mrs. Tang?"

Han Yue could clearly feel the sinister look in Ji Hancheng's eyes, and the temperature dropped several degrees. "I will provide you with the evidence."

"Thanks." Both Chen Lan and Tang Xin need evidence; they can't just send someone in jail without proof.

Han Yue took a sip of his drink. "I'm not used to such politeness."

Ji Hancheng tightened his grip on the wine glass. "Her affairs are the most important thing to me."

If things really turned out as he expected, what would Yao Yao think? This thought made him pause and feel a pang of pain in his heart.

The atmosphere in the living room froze for a moment. There are all kinds of birds in a big forest. Perhaps it is true that people die for wealth and birds die for food.

Once greed takes hold, nothing is within the bounds of morality, and one's mind is solely focused on one's own petty interests.

Laws, morality, values, right and wrong—all are discarded by greedy people outside the scope of their own interests. As long as they achieve their goals, anything is acceptable.

Sometimes people are much scarier than ghosts.

Judging from the current situation, Chen Lan did not marry a good man. Perhaps she herself knew this, otherwise why would she use such a seductive perfume?

She had simply blocked her own escape route; how could people who were not on good terms with each other easily extricate themselves?

A wild idea popped into his head.