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

After seeing Xixi off, everyone went home to their own families.

Xu Mingkai drove quietly in front, always keeping his presence to a minimum. He raised the partition as soon as he got in the car, indicating that he was invisible.

In the back seat, Xiao Youzi sat on Ji Hancheng's lap, playing with a Rubik's Cube, twisting it repeatedly. Ji Hancheng watched his son play quietly.

After waiting for a while, he still hadn't seen his son turn the last red cube. He took the Rubik's Cube and slowly turned the last red cube in front of Xiaoyouzi's eyes, and the faces instantly became the same color.

Little Yuzu turned around, her eyes filled with admiration, and even gave Ji Hancheng a thumbs up, just like Su Xue and Guoguo did, saying, "Great!"

Tang Junyao chuckled as she looked at her son's adorable face. "Lele is praising you, shouldn't you politely say thank you?"

Ji Hancheng's eyes were deep as he stared intently at her beside him. This was what he deserved, and he retorted, "Shouldn't I be admired?"

Tang Junyao was speechless. "How old are you and how old is he? He's still a child. There are many things he doesn't understand. You need to set an example and teach him to respond to others politely."

Tang Junyao didn't want her son to be as cold as him, replying with only one out of ten things others said—that was impolite.

After a few seconds of silence, looking at his son's expectant eyes, he finally uttered the words of gratitude, "Thank you for your thumbs up."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyouzi laughed heartily, overjoyed, waving her little hands repeatedly to indicate that she was welcome and that she was "too kind."

Ji Hancheng's face darkened. This brat is so young and already behaves like this. And he's being polite.

Little Yuzu acted as if nothing had happened, happily sitting back on Ji Hancheng's lap, quietly studying the Rubik's Cube in her hands, without disturbing her parents' conversation.

Suddenly, Tang Junyao remembered how sad Xixi had been crying that morning. She was still a little worried and felt sorry for Xixi. She felt that Han Yue had hurt Xixi. She understood why Xixi kept looking at her phone. Even though Han Yue was at the airport, Xixi was still staring at her phone, waiting for the final result, the result of giving up.

After thinking it over, she took out her phone and sent Xixi a text message: "Xixi, send me a message when you get home. Be a happy little princess."

Ji Hancheng could just see the contents of the message from his line of sight; well, his eyesight was just that good, there was nothing he could do about it.

A deep male voice sounded in her ear, "Send a message to Xixi."

Asking a question you already know the answer to.

Tang Junyao knew he had seen it, but she didn't expose him. Instead, she asked suspiciously, "I feel that Han Yue has feelings for Xixi, but I also feel that he's keeping his distance. Is this behavior of neither rejecting nor accepting something a little off?"

What is Han Yue worried about? Is it his age, family, distance? Or something else?

That shouldn't be right. Given Han Yue's personality, he shouldn't be bound by these things.

I went through all the possible questions in my mind, but I still couldn't find a plausible answer.

Suddenly, she felt a light flick on her forehead, which brought her back to her senses. She looked up and glared at the smiling man beside her. "What?"

She reached up and touched her forehead where she had been flicked, then glared at him, completely bewildered.

Ji Hancheng slightly curled his lips, "You still can't come up with an answer after thinking for so long? Why waste so many brain cells? Wouldn't it be easier to just ask me directly?"

Tang Junyao nudged the man next to her with her elbow and said with dissatisfaction, "Since you know I'm curious, why can't you just say so? Why do you have to wait for me to ask? Aren't you good at reading people's expressions? Or are you deliberately trying to make me lose my brain cells?"

This was the first time the two of them had bickered in all the time they'd been together, and it was much more enjoyable than being all lovey-dovey. No blushing, no heart palpitations, and no need for nitroglycerin pills.

Ji Hancheng scoffed, "The next second you're going to come up with a 'Husband Taming Guide,' where you fight a hundred battles for not being able to guess your wife's thoughts, and another hundred battles for causing your wife to lose brain cells."

Tang Junyao turned to the receding scenery, suppressing a laugh. She laughed for a while before turning back. "I really suspect you've been watching some random period drama, but your suggestion is pretty good and worth considering."

Ji Hancheng quickly replied, "Sure, but only my wife can do that, okay?"

Tang Junyao: So this guy laid all that groundwork just to wait for her.

She crossed her arms, adopting a haughty and unusually arrogant posture, saying, "It depends on your performance. I'll think about it some more."

The man immediately became frivolous, asking, "Were you dissatisfied with my performance the previous times, or do you think it was too short?"

Damn, is this the performance she's talking about? Is this it? Is this it?

It's impossible to have a serious conversation about performance with someone whose brain is completely useless.

At this moment, we need Yu Gong to move it.

Tang Junyao gave Ji Hancheng a look that said, "You'll have to figure it out yourself," and then ignored him.

He was quite pleased; this kind of topic that everyone understood instantly was perfect for making Yao Yao feel awkward, which put him in a great mood. He reached out and played with her neck, but Tang Junyao bumped him away with her shoulder.

He pulled her by the neck and towards him, saying, "Let's go back and ride bikes, climb mountains, and bungee jump, okay?"

The car arrived at Yixinyuan.

Xu Mingkai wisely took the suitcase down, but as soon as he put it on the ground, he received an unfriendly gaze, leaving him at a loss.

What does that mean?

A large question mark is spinning above his head?

Xu Mingkai seemed to be frozen in place by that unfriendly gaze, his body bent over and his hands still resting on the handle of his suitcase.

He tilted his head back, hoping that Young Master Ji would give him a command so he could stand up.

In the last few seconds, the man gave an instruction, gesturing towards the trunk with his chin. Xu Mingkai immediately understood, straightened up, and hurriedly stuffed the suitcase that was on the ground back into the trunk, closing the door discreetly.

Xu Mingkai: Isn't it just that you want to lure the young mistress to your home? If she finds out about all those things you specially decorated, she'll scold you to death. You scheming man.

Seeing that Xu Mingkai could still be saved and the suitcase had been put back, his expression softened, as if nothing had happened. He walked to the back seat and opened the back door for Tang Junyao. "Let's go, you come with me."

Xu Mingkai: What's the meaning of you taking me with you when you go to the young mistress's house?

Actually, Ji Hancheng felt more comfortable bringing another man along, since he felt quite uncomfortable going in alone with three women inside.

Everything he does seems abrupt and obvious.

The group took the elevator to the 25th floor, where they hadn't been back for several days, and entered the password to open the door.

As soon as she stepped inside, she sensed something was off. The place was clean, tidy, and quiet, without a sound. It didn't look like anyone lived there at all. Tang Junyao felt a little uneasy. She had clearly told her godmother on the phone that she was doing well here.

My heart was in my throat, fearing that something might happen to my godmother again.

Ji Hancheng saw tension, worry, and fear on her face. He carried Xiaoyouzi and walked towards her, comforting her, "Don't worry, call first, maybe she went out."

Then, as a gesture of comfort, he placed his large hand on her shoulder and squeezed it intentionally or unintentionally.

Tang Junyao took out her phone from her pocket and dialed Aunt Zhang's number. The call was answered in just a few seconds, and Aunt Zhang's loud voice came through the phone, "Yaoyao."

Hearing her godmother's voice, Tang Junyao finally relaxed and asked, "Godmother, aren't you home? Did you go out to buy groceries?"

As soon as Aunt Zhang heard this, she knew Yao Yao had returned home. She said apologetically, "Oh dear, Yao Yao, Xiao Mei and I are at the Tang residence. Don't blame your godmother, I'm getting old and nostalgic. Since you and Lele aren't here, Xiao Mei and I came to this yard to plant some vegetables and loosen the soil... I..."

Tang Junyao understood; her godmother wanted to go back to the mansion, after all, she had lived there for most of her life. She interrupted Aunt Zhang, saying, "It's alright, godmother. If you like the mansion, we can live there from now on."

People who are used to living in ground-floor apartments are never used to the kind of life in a community where you don't know who your neighbors are, and they neither greet you nor ask about you.

Unlike traditional courtyard houses where you can greet acquaintances when you go out to buy groceries, this place is surrounded by self-built houses where everyone knows each other.

She can understand.

Aunt Zhang quickly refused, "Yaoyao, there's no need. I only came to stay because you weren't here. I'll go back when you return."

The security in the courtyard was not as good as that of Yixinyuan, which immediately reminded Aunt Zhang of the time Tang Xin came to cause trouble. "Yaoyao, you don't have to give in to me in everything. You have your own life to live. It's a blessing that you can call me godmother.

Tang Junyao's eyes reddened slightly, tears welling up, and her voice was slightly nasal, "Okay, godmother, if you like the house, then it's over there. I'll bring Lele to stay there on my days off."

Aunt Zhang then replied happily, "That's right. President Ji treats you well. I can tell he really likes you. You need to have your own life. How can you keep taking care of an old woman like me? I've lived in this house for most of my life. It suits me well. I can grow vegetables and flowers. I'm self-sufficient and very comfortable. Xiao Mei is also a sensible girl. I had her cancel her rent and live here with me. It's great."

She sniffed, her eyes stinging, her throat stiff. "Okay, let's have dinner at the mansion tonight. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some groceries later. Godmother, is there anything you particularly want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Aunt Zhang quickly said, "You don't need to buy it. I'll go with Xiaomei. You can eat it."

Tang Junyao knew that if she persisted, her godmother would still not agree, so she simply agreed, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, she wiped away the tears streaming down her face and turned to Ji Hancheng, saying, "I'm going to the mansion for dinner tonight. Do you want to come?"

Although I asked that question, I still harbored a sliver of expectation in my heart. That's how people are; once they have something to hold onto, they unconsciously start to want more, even without realizing it themselves.

Ji Hancheng sensed the anticipation in her eyes, and smiled, "Go ahead, this is my first time visiting the Tang family mansion. I'll buy the things; consider it a gift for visiting."

Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Okay, I won't feel bad about your wallet."

"I lack a wife, but I don't lack money."

Xu Mingkai stood to the side like an invisible man. At this moment, he really wanted to make a quick getaway, but since the boss hadn't given any orders, he could only continue to stand there and watch the dog food (a metaphor for being fed dog food).

But when Xu Mingkai heard this, he was not calm. He was short of money and a wife. Who could understand?

Still in a daze, Xu Mingkai was startled back to reality by an order: "Where's the parade spirit? Come along."

Xu Mingkai: Why did you bring me along when you went back to your mistress's family home? It's not my family home, and it's not my godmother.

The mind is quite complex and varied, but the feet are honest and have already followed closely behind.