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

After leaving the residence, Xu Mingkai drove towards Yixinyuan, and the barriers were raised again.

Quietly remain invisible.

Night has fallen, and the dark night has enveloped the bustling city. The scenery outside the car window flashes by in an instant, impossible to grasp or hold onto, only visible to the eye.

The back seat was quiet. Xiao Youzi was still working on the Rubik's Cube, her hands constantly turning it, extremely focused, so focused that Ji Hancheng and Tang Junyao couldn't bear to disturb her.

After admiring the scenery for a while, Tang Junyao felt a little sleepy. She closed her eyes, leaned on Ji Hancheng's shoulder, and drifted off into a light sleep.

Seeing that she was tired, he leaned his shoulder closer to hers and lowered his bottom to make her more comfortable against him. His hand naturally rested on her waist, patting it gently. "Do you want me to hold you while you sleep?"

Not quite asleep yet, she mumbled a protest, "No."

My son is still here, what's with holding him to sleep? How could he even think of that?

No sooner had she refused than her phone pinged in her hand. She opened her sleepy eyes, lowered her gaze, unlocked her phone with one hand, and still rested her head on his shoulder.

It was a message from Lan Yunxi: "Sis, I'm home, don't worry."

Before she could even reply to the first message, the second message arrived: "Sis, I've deleted Han Yue's contact information. I won't contact him anymore. He doesn't like me, and I don't want to be someone he hates. Enough is enough."

After reading the message, Tang Junyao didn't know how to reply. She searched her mind for suitable words when a male voice spoke from above, "Don't know how to reply?"

She lifted her head from his shoulder, her neck a little sore. As soon as she raised her hand, Ji Hancheng's hand slowly moved from her waist to her neck to massage her. It was as if he could guess what she was thinking. It felt very comfortable, and the pressure was just right. With someone massaging her, she focused on chatting with Xixi.

In response to Ji Hancheng's question, "Well, I'm a little unsure how to put it. Xixi is truly heartbroken this time. This is the first time she's ever pursued someone, and she hasn't even made a ripple."

There's no rule that says if I pursue you, you have to agree. The same goes for Xixi; it's not like she has to agree to Han Yue just because she pursues him.

As expected, people are biased. Xixi is her younger sister, so naturally she feels more sorry for Xixi. It's not that she blames Han Yue for refusing; he has the right to choose.

However, it takes a lot of courage for a girl to put aside all her pride and confess her feelings to a boy in front of so many people. Even though Xixi is cheerful and straightforward, she is still a girl after all, and it is inevitable that she will get hurt. It is expected that she will get hurt if she has expectations.

After thinking it over, she typed a message in the chat: "Whatever decision you make, I'll support you."

Several minutes later, Lan Yunxi replied to the message, "Sister, darling, love you."

Tang Junyao: "Get some rest. You've been on the plane for so long today, so make sure you're well-rested to defeat the enemy."

Lan Yunxi sent a notification emoji, a cartoon character saluting. It automatically conjures up the image of Yunxi saluting in one's mind—lively, cute, and playful.

Lan Yunxi sent a message in the Fairy Fortress group to let everyone know she was safe, and then received emojis from Han Guoguo and Su Xue.

She glanced at it but didn't reply. She tapped the edge of her phone, and the screen went black instantly, as if she were thinking. "I want to go to Blue City to cheer for Xixi when she has her competition."

As Ji Hancheng expected, "Okay, I'll go with you." He'll also go and propose marriage while he's at it.

Tang Junyao didn't refuse; instead, she teased, "It's not impossible. I'll take you to see the Blue City base and my uncle's house. You couldn't get in before, right?"

That hurts, Zaxi Telei.

Ji Hancheng touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, staring intently at the woman who was openly mocking him, his smile chilling. "Tang Junyao, you're provoking me."

Tang Junyao casually spread her hands, saying innocently, "But there's nothing I can do. What I said seems to be true. I kindly took you to see it, and you still have objections."

Very well, this woman has started teasing him. Is she taking advantage of his favor?

He reached out and pinched her soft nape hard, much harder than when he massaged her earlier. She retaliated by elbowing him in the chest, but he quickly grabbed her hand, and she used her other hand to counter his attack.

Back and forth they went, completely forgetting there was a little guy in the car. Little Yuzu had stopped playing with his Rubik's Cube and was watching what he saw as a fight, cheering, "Go for it!"

Upon hearing this, the two stopped what they were doing, smiled at each other, and then let go.

Tang Junyao glared at Ji Hancheng, then gently said to her son, "Mom and Dad are just joking around, not fighting."

Little Yuzu nodded, seemingly understanding.

The car stopped in a parking space at Yixinyuan while the children were playing around.

After Xu Mingkai got out of the car, he seemed flustered, unsure whether he should take his suitcase off or not.

Baihu has already returned to Lancheng with Lan Yunchen. He was left here to guard against wolves, but now that the wolves have gone into their dens, he has naturally been transferred back.

Ji Hancheng opened the car door, got out, and instructed Xu Mingkai, "Take the suitcase down, then you can go back."

Xu Mingkai: Thank you, but I really didn't plan to go to your house.

Upon hearing this, he quickly took his suitcase off, got into the car, and sped off towards the gate of the residential area.

Tang Junyao: ".............." Is a ghost chasing him?

Ji Hancheng frowned slightly, watching the Maybach speed away, then looked away. "Let's go. Give me the child."

Holding Xiaoyouzi in one arm, holding Tang Junyao's hand with the other, and pushing a suitcase with her other hand, the three of them walked into the elevator together.

He had no intention of letting go of her hand, and said in a deep voice, "25."

Tang Junyao let go of the suitcase handle, stretched out her index finger and pressed the number 25. The number on the display screen kept jumping from 1 to 25, and with a ding, the elevator door opened.

He walked confidently to the door of a suite, then let go of her hand, pressed his fingerprint, and the door clicked open. He reached out and pulled her into the room, their fingers intertwined.

After entering the room, he let go of her hand, placed the little grapefruit on the ground, and said gently to her, "Go play in that room over there; there are lots of toys inside."

Upon hearing this, Tang Junyao looked in the direction he pointed and found a children's room. The door was open, and she could see many toys inside: giant Transformers, Ultraman figures, motorcycle models, etc.

Looking around again, I found that this spacious suite was fully equipped, but there were only two rooms: a master bedroom and a children's room.

The kitchen and dining area are spacious enough to accommodate more than a dozen people. Is this for a group dinner? In her opinion, the design is unreasonable and the space is being wasted.

The living room was a pity to be so big. She wondered if he felt it was too spacious, because he had put a huge leather sofa in it. She suspected that he didn't sleep in the bed at night, but slept on the sofa instead.

She really wanted to know which designer created it, and whether it was a half-baked work.

After watching her for a while, Ji Hancheng leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching her look around intently before finally speaking, "Do you like it?"

She turned her head, smiling, but the doubt on her face was still visible. "When did you buy this house?"

He straightened up and answered honestly, "Before you went abroad."

Actually, he didn't even realize his original intention in wanting to buy this place; he just wanted to be closer to her. If he had known his true feelings earlier, wouldn't his daughter be running around everywhere by now?

Her chest tightened, a feeling she couldn't quite describe. He owned many houses; the Royal Garden was the wedding home that Grandpa Ji bought for them, but he also had his own detached villa. So why did he buy this one? Was it for her two years ago?

He knew she was confused, so he walked closer, pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said in a deep voice from above, "After you left the Imperial Garden, you lived in Su Yu's house, so I bought this one here."

She suddenly looked up, and an unspoken understanding arose in that instant. As she looked up, he seemed to know she was going to look up as well, and he immediately stood up straight.

She looked slightly smug, as if she had discovered a new continent. "Are you jealous without realizing it? Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why you would buy this house."

He curled his lips slightly, mocking himself, "Yes."

She asked again, "When I left two years ago, Grandpa Ji came to the airport, but you didn't."

After a few seconds of silence, I regretted it. "I went." In the car outside, my grandfather even teased me.

"Huh? You went there, but I didn't see you."

Ji Hancheng was a little embarrassed. He rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger. "I had to leave later, so you probably didn't see it."

She was skeptical. "Really?"

He had no intention of continuing the conversation, so he put his arm around her waist and led her into the master bedroom. "Look, this is our room. See if there's anything that needs to be changed. I'll arrange it tomorrow."

The color scheme of the master bedroom is the same as that of the room she stayed in at the Royal Garden—clean, comfortable, and without too many colors. But why are there so many light switches on the wall?

She glanced at the bed and it seemed even bigger than the one in the Imperial Garden, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

I feel that the design of this suite is strange. There are many things that I can't quite put my finger on, but I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it.

For example, there are many light switches on the walls; there are only two rooms; the dining room is very large; and the sofa is comparable in size to a bed...

She walked out of the master bedroom, not intending to sleep with him that night. They had agreed to go to the Ji residence the next day, and she didn't want to be looked at like a monkey because of her strange walking posture.

He walked directly to Xiaoyouzi's room, where there was a dazzling array of toys, all the kinds of toys a boy should have. "I'll sleep with Lele tonight, I need to calm down a bit."

Upon hearing this, the man's face darkened, turning even more so, and his eyes revealed a palpable sense of disappointment. "Are you sure?"

Tang Junyao patted her son's head and stood up. "Yes, I'm doing this for your own good. I'm afraid you'll work yourself to death."

Ji Hancheng laughed, "You're so worried about me, huh? I'm in great shape, you can rest assured about that. Didn't I already say I'd train with you?"

"Training my ass! Is this the kind of training she's talking about?" she refused. "We're going to the Ji residence tomorrow. I advise you to give up on this idea."

Ji Hancheng gritted his teeth and didn't force the issue. There were many things to do in the future, so there was no need to rush. He hid his feelings in his eyes and said, "Okay, put it in the book."

Tang Junyao: Record my ass! This thing can keep track of expenses? Do you think it's like data usage, where unused data is carried over to the next month?

He cooperated that evening and didn't do anything inappropriate. After giving Xiaoyouzi a bath, he even heated up a cup of milk for her before going to the master bedroom.

A good night's sleep.

To be able to sleep so soundly on the first night in an unfamiliar environment—is that because I lack a sense of security, or is it because I feel safe with the person sleeping next to me?

In the early morning, the melodious chirping of birds sneaked into her ears through the room, but she didn't find it noisy at all; on the contrary, she found it very comforting.

She touched the empty seat next to her and wasn't surprised. She simply sat up slowly and pulled the blanket around herself.

A moment later, Ji Hancheng returned carrying Xiaoyouzi, his tone slightly strange, "Awake?"

She wasn't fully awake; she only sat up when she realized Xiaoyouzi wasn't there. She struggled to open her eyes, squinting at the man standing above her. Through her blurry vision, she saw that his face was incredibly handsome, and for a moment, her heart fluttered. "Hmm, he's finished peeing."

He originally planned to sneak the child away to urinate and then put him back. "Hmm, I set an alarm. Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Were you uncomfortable?"

She yawned, scratched her head, and opened her sleepy eyes. "No, I slept quite well. I probably went to bed too early last night. Aren't you going to sleep?"

He stood still, while Little Yuzu had fallen asleep again, showing no sign of waking up.

Seeing that he was standing still, she patted the spot next to her, stared at him, and asked, "Sleeping?"

She glanced at the Spider-Man clock on the wall; it was 6:30, still quite early. She said again, "Let me sleep a little longer."

His eyes were full of joy, and he quickly smiled and walked to the bedside. How could he refuse such a good benefit? Last night, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep at all when he was sleeping alone. He was used to sleeping with his wife in his arms, and he felt empty when his arms were empty.

Happiness is like a drug; once you've had it, you'll want it a second, a third, a fourth, or even more, and you'll never want to go back to the way things were.

He immediately threw off the covers and crawled in. It was inevitably a bit cramped for three people to sleep under the same blanket.

They lay down together, his arms tightly around her waist, his head buried in her shoulder, his breath hitting the crook of her neck, his body tingling with a tingling sensation, it seemed impossible for him to fall asleep like this.

She turned to face him, her eyes full of warning, "Stop messing around, go to sleep, or you can go back."

"Okay, the blanket is too small, I'll hold you while we sleep, otherwise neither of us will have a blanket." After saying that, he kissed her forehead and pulled her tightly into his arms.

He found a comfortable spot and drifted off to sleep again, but he couldn't fall asleep at all; it was even harder to sleep than when he slept alone.

He could only watch helplessly as the two children slept soundly, while he quietly gazed at the star-studded ceiling.

The ceiling he designed for Xiaoyouzi was a starry sky and a sea of ​​stars, glowing in the dark, like a simulated starry sky.

He couldn't sleep, so he could only count stars. He never imagined that the starry sky he designed would one day be used on him.

It looks quite beautiful, like the vast ocean of stars.

Three people sharing one blanket may be a bit cramped, but squeezing in is healthier, and happiness is something you create by making the most of it.