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

When they were almost finished eating, Han Yue put down his chopsticks, leaned back lazily in his chair, took off his sunglasses and fiddled with them, glancing at the three people who were still eating.

The black sunglasses spun in his hands, handled with dexterity.

Mr. Han was in a good mood, as his son and daughter were both coming back to stay at the Han family home. That evening, he had a large appetite and ate two large bowls of rice. After putting down his chopsticks, he met Han Yue's gaze, wiped his hands, and was still chewing the last few grains of rice. "So, what is it?" he asked.

A man who has been in the underworld for many years could easily see that his son was waiting for an opportunity to speak.

Upon hearing this, Han's mother continued eating, as if she hadn't heard anything or as if it were expected. Only Han Guoguo was curious about what her brother was going to say and stared blankly at Han Yue.

Han Yue scanned the table with his gaze, finally stopping the spinning of his sunglasses. He leaned back, one hand on the table, half of the stool off the ground, and said bluntly, "I want all of the Han family's covert defense maps."

Mr. Han was taken aback and remained silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on his son's face, trying to find the answer there, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

The father and son just stared at each other without saying a word. Han Yue wasn't in a hurry and waited quietly, then picked up the sunglasses on the corner of the table and played with them.

Han Guoguo was no longer calm. She opened her mouth wide and stared at Han Yue, wanting to ask him if he was planning to usurp the throne. Was he after the tiger tally?

Is she making such a big fuss as soon as she gets back? Is Sister Lu going to flip the table? This is no small request, not as simple as wanting a card like she does. This is an important reason why the Han family has been able to stand firmly in the capital all this time.

Han Duidui has gone mad. He either doesn't act recklessly, or he acts recklessly to the point of self-destruction.

Han Guoguo took a breath and, in the quiet atmosphere, slowly turned to look at her mother beside her. She saw her mother calmly eat a shrimp, then wipe her mouth, gently put down her bowl and chopsticks, cross her arms in front of her chest, and snuggle up to her son, saying, "Reason."

Han Yue succinctly replied, "It's useful."

Han's mother wasn't in a hurry. She asked slowly, but her eyes were already imposing, and her demeanor was no longer as gentle as before, but rather cold and aloof. "The important point."

Han Yue fastened his sunglasses back to his chest, looked directly at his mother, and said with thin lips, "I will explain things later."

Han's father had already noticed the displeasure on his wife's face. The importance of the secret deployment map could not be explained by its weight alone. Once it was discovered by someone with ulterior motives, the Han family would be in grave danger and could be easily destroyed.

Mr. Han poured himself a glass of water and handed it to Mrs. Han, trying to ease the tension. "Xiao Yue, you should know what this defense map means to our Han family. You need to be able to give me a clear explanation, otherwise don't blame your parents for not giving it to you. Can you tell me your purpose?"

Before Han Yue could answer, his mother spoke up, her tone firm, "I can give you the map of the Han family's covert operations, but not now. I will entrust it all to you after you officially take over all of Han's affairs and after your marriage."

Mr. Han nodded in agreement. This family would be handed over to his son sooner or later, and the secret network would also be handed over sooner or later, just not now.

The atmosphere became tense. Han's mother and the others disagreed, but Han Yue wanted it. Han Guoguo, afraid of making things worse, forced a smile and put a shrimp in Han Yue's bowl. "Brother, why don't you get a sister-in-law first..."

Han Yue glared at his sister. "Picking radishes?"

Han's father smiled and instructed Han Yue, "Xiao Yue, don't just marry any woman you like just to get the defense map. You should find a woman you like. Mutual affection is the best. Marriage is a lifelong commitment, you can't settle for less. Just like Lu Jie and I are very happy. You should follow her example."

Han Guoguo: "............" Brother Yu, are you sure it wasn't a one-sided crushing defeat?

Han Yue knew he wouldn't get the defense map today, so he didn't waste any more words.

Han's mother spoke again, reminding him, "I hope that top courtesan at your Tiss club isn't the woman you're going to bring home. I believe your taste isn't that bad. The Han family isn't a wealthy family, so we don't have any class prejudices. Your father and I won't ask you to marry a rich girl. Your personality can't handle pampered young ladies. As long as she has good character and sound values, that's fine. There's nothing wrong with an ordinary girl, and there's nothing wrong with being ordinary."

Listening to Han's mother's requirements for her daughter-in-law, Han Guoguo thought about Xi Xi in her mind. Isn't she a rich young lady, the daughter of the richest man? She doesn't seem delicate, she's quite carefree. She shouldn't be on Sister Lu's blacklist.

Han's father chimed in, "Yes, Xiaoyue, Sister Lu is right. Guoguo, don't worry, just find someone who will love and pamper you."

Han Yue rubbed his temples; the conversation had veered off course. He leaned on the table, lowered his gaze, and sighed. Just then, the phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and saw it was Ji Hancheng. He swiped to answer, "You're here?"

"Okay, I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Han Yue didn't answer his mother's question. He stood up, put on his sunglasses, and said, "I'm leaving. Arrange a driver for Guo Guo."

After saying that, he strode out of the restaurant, with Han Guoguo shouting after him, "Brother, don't forget what you promised me!"

After Han Yue left, the maid tidied up the dining table, and then Han's parents took Han Guoguo to see the newly decorated room.

The man, looking hurried, sat on the sofa in Han Yue's office. His suit jacket was tossed aside, and the buttons on his white shirt were undone at his wrists, revealing his tanned skin. His well-defined knuckles held a cup of freshly brewed coffee. He lowered his head, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

The door opened, and Han Yue strode in, only to see the man sitting calmly on the sofa, leisurely sipping coffee. "You seem to know your way around quite well. Not in a good mood, no tenderness?"

Ji Hancheng ignored his teasing, put down his coffee, and got straight to the point, "Give me the information."

Han Yue didn't waste any words and went straight to the safe to take out the documents and USB drive. The file folder he took out was already a bit moldy and yellowed in color. Even the paper inside was yellowed and had spots, which was enough to show that it had been stored for a very, very long time.

Han Yue walked over to the desk, placed the documents on it, and sat down on one side. Seeing this, Ji Hancheng also got up and walked over, sitting down in Han Yue's boss chair.

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing a blue watch, and reached out to take the documents Han Yue had opened. After reading only a few lines, his eyes turned as cold as winter ice, the sound of ice freezing audible. He clenched his other hand into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand and arm bulging.

Each root is distinct, and the color is a deep, dark blue.

He patiently read through all the materials, his face growing increasingly grim as he read on, until finally only anger remained.

The indoor temperature dropped several degrees, almost like a whole cooling device. Han Yue could feel it. "Don't make this place feel like winter. I'm afraid of the cold. Let's freeze it after we finish watching the video."

Ji Hancheng was still clutching the yellowed documents tightly, his eyes practically piercing through them. Han Yue kindly plugged the USB drive from the file folder into the USB port on the side of the computer and reminded him, "Open it."

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng paused for several seconds on the mouse before double-clicking the left mouse button with his index finger to open the videos stored inside. There were 687 videos, the last one being a video of Old Master Tang narrating his own story.

The previous videos were all about Yao Yao's daily life, including her birthdays each year, awards she received, and other everyday moments that the old man felt were worth commemorating. It would be impossible to watch all of these videos in just a few days. He clicked on the last video to view, and said he could take the others back and watch them at his leisure.

His heart ached when the person in the video appeared and uttered the first sentence. He endured the pain and watched the whole thing. After it ended, he made a decision: with trembling fingers, he pulled out the USB drive and hid it in the file folder.

My original plan to take it home and read it slowly was changed, and I chose to secretly hide it away.

After leaving Tiss, he headed straight for Yixinyuan, but when the car stopped in the parking lot, he lost the courage to go upstairs. He picked up the glove compartment on the passenger seat again and fell into deep thought. The atmosphere in the dimly lit underground parking lot was even more somber.