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

After returning to Yixinyuan.

Dinner was cooked by Tang Junyao, who prepared several home-style dishes. After Ji Hancheng finished eating, he said he needed to go out for a while.

Before leaving, she didn't ask him where he was going, she just simply said okay.

It had been almost two hours and Ji Hancheng still hadn't returned, leaving her alone in the huge suite.

Bored, Tang Junyao cleaned the suite. An hour later, she was sweating slightly on her forehead and her body was covered in sweat.

She went into the master bedroom, took out her pajamas from her suitcase, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Half an hour later, she had a pure white towel hanging on her head, her hair was still wet, and she kept wiping her head with one hand. She had just stepped out of the bathroom when she bumped into the man who opened the door and came in.

Their eyes met for a split second. The man who entered first gripped the documents in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and the emotions he had just calmed in the underground parking lot were shattered again. He tried hard to control himself, maintaining a calm expression, and smiled, "You took a shower?"

Tang Junyao paused for only a few seconds, then continued drying her hair. She glanced at the file folder in his hand and casually asked, "What's this? Why does it look so worn out?"

He subconsciously moved the documents behind him, keeping his eyes fixed on her. His dark, deep eyes were fixed on her face. He wanted to hug her, so he took a step forward, kissed her forehead with tenderness, and smiled gently. "I'll put the company documents in the safe first. I'll help you dry your hair while I do it."

Tang Junyao nodded, completely convinced, and responded lightly, "Oh."

She doesn't understand company matters, so there's nothing to ask. Even if you did ask, she wouldn't be able to give you an answer, as it's not her area of ​​expertise.

After a while, Ji Hancheng came out and went into the bathroom after leaving the study.

A moment later, he came up with a white hairdryer and pulled her to sit down on the sofa. He then sat down himself, letting her rest her head on his long legs. "If you're tired, take a nap. I'll carry you inside when you fall asleep."

His wet hair instantly soaked his dry pants. His movements were gentle and increasingly practiced. He ran his fingers through his hair, gently gathering a section, and the hot air from the hairdryer slowly dried the moisture from the ends.

It felt so comfortable, like every cell in my body was relaxing. Now I understand why so many people like going to beauty salons and massage parlors; they really are comfortable and enjoyable.

Tang Junyao closed her eyes to enjoy the service, gradually getting used to it. She parted her red lips and asked, "Is Lele being good over there?"

The hairdryer was silent, and he could hear her voice. His deep, hoarse voice echoed in the quiet suite, "What else could be wrong with him? He's waited on hand and foot, and he'd love to stay away from home."

Looking back, it's true. Xiaoyouzi didn't intend to come back with them that morning at all; she just said goodbye. It's clear that Xiaoyouzi really likes the Ji family, like Yuan Shu, like Grandpa Ji... They've all been very kind to her.

Even Aunt Ji and Butler Ji treat him like royalty, afraid that he might get hurt.

No wonder Xiaoyouzi doesn't want to come back; that heartless little thing.

His hair dried quickly. He placed the hairdryer on the side of the sofa without getting up, running his fingers through his hair, tidying it layer by layer with patience and care. Suppressing his emotions, he cautiously spoke, "Yao Yao."

She didn't open her eyes, assuming he wanted to talk to her, and naturally responded, "Hmm?"

Let's go public.

Upon hearing this, she snapped her eyes open. His deep eyes were above her, staring intently at her. Their gazes met, and she felt that his demeanor was a bit strange today. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, as if he was suppressing something, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Seeing that she was just staring at him blankly, he thought she was unwilling, so he quickly changed his words, "It's okay, I was just saying it casually, don't feel guilty, I can wait."

It wasn't that she didn't want to go public, but she didn't want to be so high-profile. Even if she did nothing, the title of Mrs. Ji alone would be enough to attract attention. She wanted to be a low-key woman by his side.

Life is like drinking water; only you know whether it's hot or cold. Whether you're rich or poor, there's no need to let others know.

Happiness is like this, and so is love. She felt that only she truly understood all her feelings. Others couldn't empathize with her; after all, how could they know the pain if the needle wasn't stuck in their own legs? Since they couldn't empathize, why should they know?

Those who don't want to wish you well will always find a way to twist things and make things difficult for you.

She reached out and supported herself on his shoulders to sit up. He lifted her up by her hips, and she straddled his lap, facing him. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Through his eyes, she saw her reflection. His eyes were like a vast ocean, clear and bright, with a fleeting, complex emotion that she couldn't catch.

The next second, thin lips covered his, his breathing was heavy, and you could feel that he had lost control. The force was much stronger than before, affectionate, gentle, and yet with a hint of indulgence and release.

They kissed for a long time. Sitting on her lap, her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing heavily. A thought immediately popped into her head: "What happened?"

After spending a lot of time together, you can notice the difference in the other person's eyes and actions compared to the past. Plus, she is a sensitive person by nature, so how could she not notice the difference in Ji Hancheng tonight?

He lied, one hand cupping the back of her head, forehead pressed against hers, desire surging within him, "I want...now."

His straightforward desires and thoughts were unleashed, making it hard to resist. She wasn't unaware of what he was feeling while sitting on his lap; it was an undeniable sensation. She had already guessed this outcome, but she hadn't expected him to say it so bluntly.

She nodded shyly, lowering her gaze and not daring to look at him, her hands still wrapped around his neck.

The kiss came again, and she felt weightless. The kiss gradually became more intense, and before she knew it, she was led to the master bedroom, a room that was ridiculously large.

The curtains were not drawn, and the wind rustled through the tree branches, making them sway and tremble as if they were about to collapse at any moment, a sight that made one's heart tremble with fear.

As time passed, the moon, seeing the scene inside, became ashamed and hid behind the dark clouds, refusing to come out again. Only the twinkling stars continued to cherish this hard-won love.

Two hours later, Tang Junyao was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms. Ji Hancheng finally let her go, hugged her and kissed her. The complicated emotions on his face were gone. He chuckled and said, "Yaoyao, look at the ceiling."

Tang Junyao: Look at your sister, you're exhausted, how come you like this sport so much?

But the body is honest; it was still curious about what was up on the ceiling. It opened its tired, heavy eyelids, and what it saw almost made it die of shock.

She stared wide-eyed at the colorful flowers on the ceiling, vividly spreading across the white wall, their colors ranging from light to dark, shaped like a heart, with a number, 120, thoughtfully designed next to them.

What is this thing? I didn't see it when I came in, and I didn't see it during my first visit either. When was it installed? How come she didn't know?

With a puzzled look in her eyes, she asked the man beside her who had a sly grin, her voice hoarse, "What is this?"

She felt that these were not ordinary flowers or ordinary decorations, but his explanation the next second made Tang Junyao want to bury them on the spot.

He chuckled mischievously, the curve of his lips impossible to suppress. "These are the flowers you planted. The color of the flowers depends on how loud you were shouting. A passionate shout will result in the red one in the center, while a mild one will be a light pink one on the side. They bloom according to your voice."

He was very kind and patient, pointing to the flowers on the ceiling with his long, slender fingers and explaining why the flowers were different colors.

She was truly grateful to him, for he broadened her horizons and changed her perspective.

Tang Junyao was speechless, wondering if this person was crazy.

Before she could ask any more questions, he kindly explained again, leaning close to her flushed ear, "120 is the total number of times you called it last night."

Tang Junyao: This number is really fitting; her current state of mind probably really needs an ambulance.

She glared at him fiercely, her voice hoarse, "Are you crazy? What are you doing with this thing in the room? Do you have some kind of weird fetish?"

Ji Hancheng remained calm and composed, showing no sign of inappropriateness. Instead, he gazed affectionately at the woman in his arms and said, "I want to record the number of times we've spent together in our lives, as well as the flowers we've planted. This computer version can be exported, so when we're old, we can look back at how many flowers we've planted in our lifetime."

Tang Junyao was at a loss for words. On the first day of the visit, she felt that the house's decoration was strange in a way that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Now that she knew, she suddenly thought, "Besides this, what else did you design specifically?"

Ji Hancheng thought she was too smart and understood him too well. How could there only be one? He reached out and flicked her nose. "I can't tell you that. If I do, there won't be any surprise."

Without hesitation, Tang Junyao replied, "Are you sure it's a surprise and not a shock?"

Ji Hancheng chuckled, "Don't you like thrills? I'll go with you to find it. I know you're not that timid. I'll carry you to take a bath, okay?"

Is this the kind of stimulation she's talking about? This person's comprehension is really something else.

His voice was deep and indulgent. He was saying shameless things, but he didn't seem to think so. Even scoundrels are attracted to looks; a pretty face can be described in a different way.

When a good-looking person acts like a hooligan, it's considered flirting; when an ugly person acts like a hooligan, it's considered harassment.

Tang Junyao felt like she had been tricked into a pirate ship.

Doesn't the renovation company find this kind of renovation strange? "May I ask, what idiot came up with this design?"

Ji Hancheng continued with a mischievous grin, taking the words as a compliment: "The one who makes you bloom."

Tang Junyao's eyes widened again, and her voice suddenly rose several decibels, "So you designed it yourself?"

Now she has reason to suspect that Xiaoyouzi was deliberately left at the Ji residence by him, and that it was premeditated.

A cunning and scheming man.

Does anyone else know about this embarrassing design? "Who supervised this renovation?"

"Don't worry about Xu Mingkai, he won't think about that. At most, he'll think it's just for decoration."

Tang Junyao was skeptical. "Are you sure?"

Ji Hancheng nodded, reassuring her.