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

Han Guoguo struggled to climb into the SUV, opened the passenger door, and sat inside.

After settling into her seat, she gave Han Yue, who had effortlessly gotten in beside her, a disdainful look. "Couldn't you have gotten a lower car to pick me up? What happened to the Porsche you brought me here this morning?"

Didn't she know she was short? A 63-meter-tall person likes this crappy car at all.

Han Yue started the car, seemingly oblivious, and simply stated his opinion: "Cool."

Han Guoguo: Cool my ass! If you're going to show off, then show off.

"If you won't give me your car, I don't have one. Either buy me a new one."

Han Yue opened his mouth in an annoying way, "Are you sure you can follow the navigation clearly and not veer off course in the opposite direction?"

Han Guoguo: "I'm just bad at directions, not illiterate. How could Gaode Maps not figure out the routes in Beijing? Who do you think you are?"

"you."

Han Guoguo glared at him fiercely, indicating that he had offended her and that she was angry.

After a few seconds of silence, Han Yue carefully made arrangements, regardless of whether his sister agreed or not, "I'll arrange a driver for you tomorrow to take you to and from get off work."

Hearing this, Han Guoguo calmed down. She knew that the person Han Yue had arranged was definitely not just a driver; he must have some skill.

Han Yue spoke again, "I'm just giving you a ride to and from get off work."

Han Guoguo understood what he meant and didn't refuse. She leaned back in her seat, propped herself up on the car window with one hand, and tilted her head to look at her brother in the driver's seat. "That's fine too. At least you can guarantee that I'll be healthy and lively before I go to Blue City."

Han Yue's hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly. He glanced at Han Guoguo, then quickly looked ahead, frowning. "You're going back to Blue City? Didn't you resign? Don't cause any trouble."

Seeing Han Yue getting a little agitated, Han Guoguo remained calm, her hand resting on the car window. "What are you thinking? Now that I'm back, I won't go back. Xixi has her competition in half a month, and we're planning to give her a surprise. You've really hurt Xixi this time, so I need to comfort her to prevent it from affecting our sisterly relationship. I'll also take this opportunity to see her blind date."

Han Guoguo wasn't in a hurry. She just stared at her brother's face, which visibly turned colder. "You say you don't like Xixi? Keep pretending. You're just being stubborn."

Han Guoguo continued her attack, "I think Lu Jinnan and Ji Hancheng will definitely go too. After all, Lu Jinnan just proposed to Su Xue today, so they must be very reluctant to part. As for Ji Hancheng, he can't wait to stick to Yao Yao every day. I heard he left the child at the Ji residence, so it's obvious he'll go too. Now you're the only one left in the capital. Sigh, poor bachelor."

After saying that, he shook his head sympathetically and sighed helplessly.

His expression didn't seem like he was sympathetic to Han Yue's single status; it was more like he had a terminal illness.

Han Yue drove intently, his lips pursed and silent, as if Han Guoguo were talking to thin air. If it weren't for his constantly furrowed brows, Han Guoguo would have actually believed his composure.

"Brother, on behalf of CCTV, I'd like to interview you. As a single man, how does it feel to be constantly surrounded by couples and witness their displays of affection? Are you feeling very full? Do you have any indigestion?"

Before they knew it, the car had stopped in front of the Han family's yard. Han Yue slammed on the brakes, and Han Guoguo lurched forward. Luckily, she was wearing her seatbelt, but it still infuriated her. "Are you crazy? Can't you drive?"

She looked up, and the familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard instantly came into view. It had been so many years since she had returned that her memories were hazy, but every flower and blade of grass in the courtyard was still vivid in her mind. It was just etched into her brain. Over the years, everything in the courtyard was just like the memories in her mind, unchanged.

The noise stopped, and Han Guoguo had forgotten to scold Han Yue. Han Yue acted as if nothing had happened. His slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel, making a slight sound, which made her even more nervous. "Do you want to mentally prepare yourself before getting out of the car, or do you want me to blindfold you?"

Han Guoguo closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and then slowly relaxed them. "Get out of the car."

Pushing open the car door, Han Yue sped off, getting out first. The deafening voices in the courtyard echoed again, "Greetings, Young Master! Greetings, Miss!"

Han Guoguo was stunned by the scene. She turned slightly to Han Yue and asked, "This is all the show that Brother Yu taught us..."

Brother Yu is Han Yue's father, Han Yu. People in the underworld all call him Brother Yu. The two siblings never called each other "Mom" and "Dad" when they were young. They always called each other "Brother Yu" and "Sister Lu". They were used to it. Han Yue would only call her "Mom" in a serious manner when discussing things.

Han Yue glanced at the line of bodyguards and replied helplessly to his sister, "It could also be Sister Lu. You can go in and ask."

Just as she was thinking this, before she could react, Han Yue put his arm around Han Guoguo's shoulder and led her through the gate of the Han family villa.

She didn't push Han Yue's hand away, letting him hold her.

As soon as the two stepped into the doorway, they both stood up from the sofa. The woman still had her shoulder-length hair tied up, looking energetic and capable. She was wearing a white fitted dress and 8-centimeter high heels, which showed that she had just come back from get off work; otherwise, given her personality, she would have changed into slippers long ago.

The man, still in a suit, stared at the two people at the door with slightly bloodshot eyes. This was a scene he had imagined for so many years, and today it had finally come true. With trembling hands, he grabbed the woman beside him and pushed her to the door. Instantly, the three pairs of eyes met.

Han Yue lazily looked away, his arm still around his sister. "What time is dinner? I'm starving."

Mr. Han nudged Mrs. Han's arm, signaling her to speak, but she still didn't react. Afraid that Mrs. Han would anger her and leave again, he quickly went over, took Guoguo's hand, and said, "Come, Daddy will see if you've lost weight. Hmm, you haven't lost weight, but you've become more beautiful. You're looking more and more like Sister Lu."

This opening line was undoubtedly a deliberate attempt to link her with Han's mother, to find a topic for them to discuss. Han Guoguo understood, took a deep breath, and told herself, "The sooner I die, the sooner I'll be free." She turned to Han's mother and said, "Sister Lu, I was wrong. I'm sorry."

Then she bowed deeply to Han's mother, and tears fell onto the white floor tiles the instant she bowed.

Even the usually strong Han's mother broke down at this moment. Glistening tears welled up and slid down her cheeks. She walked towards Han Guoguo in her eight-centimeter high heels, reached out and hugged her. All her emotions and words were poured into this long-awaited embrace.

A thousand words converged into an embrace—a gesture of release, explanation, understanding, reflection, and apology...

Mr. Han was overjoyed. He had been dreaming of seeing the mother and daughter reconcile. With tears in his eyes, he went over and hugged the two of them.

Han Yue leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching the three people embracing. A slight smile played on his lips as he asked, "Can we eat now?"

Upon hearing this, the three stepped back. Han's mother trembled as she wiped away Guoguo's tears. Guoguo sniffed, raised her hand, and tilted her head back to wipe away Han's mother's tears. Han's father turned around, took a pack of tissues from the coffee table, and shared them with the mother and daughter, saying, "Want some?"

The mother and daughter instinctively pulled out a tissue, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Han's father joked, "No one would believe you two aren't mother and daughter. Look at your appearance, look at your movements, you're like twin flowers."

With her inner conflict resolved, Han Guoguo stopped being coy and walked towards the restaurant arm in arm with her mother, the two appearing very close.

Mr. Han instructed the servants to serve the dishes, "Bring up all the dishes, including the ones Sister Lu made."

Han Guoguo knew that her mother couldn't cook. When did she learn to cook?

When the food was served, they were even more surprised. It was all Han Guoguo's favorite food, and all of it was cooked by Han's mother herself.

Some love is revealed unconsciously through actions and behaviors, not through deliberate verbal expressions.

A thin mist welled up in her eyes again. Han's mother was an observant person and didn't want her daughter to feel burdened. "I just learned it when I was bored. You can give it a try."

Han's mother moved a bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs and placed it in front of Han Guoguo, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Han Guoguo picked up her chopsticks and took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. The sweet and sour taste was just right, not oily or greasy, and the texture was delicate. It was delicious. Suppressing her inner emotion, she said, "Sister Lu's cooking is great. Brother Yu, you're in luck."

Han's father sat down next to Han Yue and sighed, looking on with envy. "Hey, you're overthinking it. I've only ever tried your sister Lu's samples. I'm not lucky enough to have the finished products after I've completed my apprenticeship."

Han's mother glared at Han's father beside her, "Who are you trying to impress with your miserable act?"

When Mr. Han met his wife's warning look, he winked at his son and daughter, pretending to be pitiful.

Who would have thought that a decisive, stern man with countless followers would be like this at home?

Han Yue was a complete glutton throughout the meal, stuffing a mouthful of rice with a bite of vegetables, and taking a sip of the drink next to him when he felt thirsty. He quickly finished a bowl of rice, then handed the bowl to the maid, saying, "Another bowl, not too much, just a flat one."

Han's father reminded him, "Xiaoyue, if you don't come back to live with Guoguo, we won't be able to take care of you if you live outside. Look how hungry you are."

Han Yue took the meal from the servant and continued to shovel rice into his mouth. "I'm doing this to give Sister Lu face. I'm eating two bowls, not two tons."

Mr. Han still hoped that his daughter and son would come back to live together, and he placed his hopes on his daughter. "Guoguo, what do you think? Do you want to come back to live with us? You're staying with your brother, but he's a big scatterbrain and can't take good care of you."

Han's mother put down her chopsticks and said to her daughter beside her, "I've already changed the furnishings in your room. It's all brand new. It's up to you. You can come back whenever you want. I won't force you."

Although Han's mother said that, Han Guoguo still saw expectation in her mother's eyes. She glanced at Han Yue and said, "Okay, but I have one condition: my brother must come back to live here too."

She was so bored at home all by herself; there was no one to bicker with.

Han Yue looked up and stared at her. "I'm used to living in Deep Water Bay."

Han Guoguo smiled mischievously and said to her mother, "Sister Lu, let me tell you, my brother got injured a few days ago..."

Her words were interrupted, "Han Guoguo, are you itching for a beating?"

Han Guoguo had the upper hand completely. "Are you staying here or not?"

After finishing the last bite of his rice, Han Yue shoved a piece of sweet and sour pork rib into his mouth, swallowed it, and glared at Han Guoguo. "Stop."

Han Guoguo was in high spirits after her success, but her mother wasn't so easily fooled and continued to press for details, "What did your brother get injured a couple of days ago? Was it a girl? Does your brother have a girlfriend?"

Han Yue's warning gaze swept over Han Guoguo, scrutinizing her sharply. Han Guoguo tried to cover it up, saying, "I asked my brother for money to buy something a few days ago, but he refused. It hurt me so much."

Han Yue was taken aback when he heard this. This girl had no conscience at all when she lied. He looked at Han Guoguo and asked: "Is the supplementary card I gave you an empty card? Are all the packages in your room junk?"

Han Guoguo replied with her eyes: "I'm not going to pretend I don't know. You can't expect me to tell the truth."

Seeing the exchange between the two, Han's mother knew that her daughter wasn't telling the truth, but she still cooperated and said, "Brother Yu, give me the card."

Mr. Han quickly got up, took out a black card from his wallet, and gave it to his daughter. "Guoguo, here you go. Use it as you like. Dad will go and unbind the information later, so I won't receive your purchase notifications."

Han Guoguo was just lying; she didn't actually want money. "Brother Yu, no need. I have money, really. You're still very good to me."

As a result, Han's father and mother insisted on giving it to her, and in the end they accepted it. Han Yue lay there half-dead, watching his dramatic younger sister put on a show.