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

"Boom, boom." The deafening roar of the engine was exceptionally jarring in this city of towering buildings and bright lights, attracting many cars to roll down their windows and pedestrians to stop and watch.

In big cities, traffic is extremely congested during rush hour. No matter how prestigious your status is, you still have to sit in your car and wait at this time.

Tang Junyao stopped her cool black motorcycle at the traffic light, her long legs braced on the ground, and she lazily bent over, half-lying on the front of the motorcycle, waiting for the long red light. If she had enough time, she might even have a smoke.

The autumn night air was still a bit chilly. Today, she wore a white irregular base layer, jeans, a black leather jacket, and black Martin boots. This outfit, paired with a motorcycle, was both cool and stylish.

A Porsche on her right, drawn by the car's presence, rolled down its window and whistled at her in a cocky manner, "Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink? I really like you."

Tang Junyao turned her head and glanced at him casually. She was clearly a rich second-generation heir, and coldly rejected him, saying, "I don't like you?"

The entire process of the two striking up a conversation was observed by the person in the gray Koenigsegg sports car on the left. Xu Mingkai, the bodyguard and assistant, was also amazed by Tang Junyao's coolness and couldn't help but say, "Girls who ride motorcycles always get a lot of attention. They're pretty cool too."

That rejection was so decisive and ruthless.

Upon hearing this, the man sitting in the back seat who was reading documents looked up at the girl, his eyes half-closed, a strange glint in his eyes, and his profile looked very familiar.

Just as the light turned green, she dropped those words and started the engine. She glanced at the gray sports car behind her in the rearview mirror; it looked familiar, as if she'd seen it somewhere before. But she didn't waste too much time thinking about it. She never wasted time on such things. She was in a hurry to get back to see her grandfather. The car sped up, increasing its mileage, but all within a safe range. Soon, the black car disappeared into the traffic of the capital.

As she listened to the wind whistling in her ears, her heart chased after freedom. The freedom brought by the wind and speed allowed her to temporarily forget all the unhappiness hidden in her heart.

She loved the wind and speed from a very young age, and thus fell in love with motorcycles. This black motorcycle was a birthday gift from her grandfather on her coming-of-age day, and she cherishes it very much.

Meanwhile, the rich kid in the Porsche was still cursing and vowing, "I'm going to find you and show you how much you like me."

Half an hour later.

The car stopped in an old house. She took off her helmet and carried it into the house.

"Young Miss, you're back." The person who came was a servant who followed Old Master Tang. Since the old master started living alone, he only left two caring maids to take care of him, and sent the others away.

"Is Grandpa feeling any better today? Has he eaten?"

"She ate, she ate a whole bowl! She seemed to be in a good mood, and even told us she was getting married. Miss, are you really getting married?"

The maid was also curious: yesterday the young lady was single, and the old man was throwing a tantrum and going on a hunger strike, but today she's getting married?

"We'll talk about this later. I'll go see Grandpa first, then I'll come down for dinner."

As a doctor, I've witnessed countless births, aging, illnesses, and deaths, yet I still show favoritism when it comes to my own loved ones; it's a different mindset altogether.

She stood outside the door, composed herself, and forced a smile. She opened the door to the master bedroom and said, "Oh, Grandpa's reading the newspaper."

Grandpa Tang looked up at her weakly and said, "Show me your ID."

She quickly took out the red booklet from her pocket, handed it to him, and then sat on the edge of the bed, resting her chin lightly on the old man's shoulder.

With trembling hands, Grandpa Tang opened the marriage certificate. Upon seeing the real document, his eyes welled up with tears and light, and a sense of relief.

Old Master Ji kept his promise and truly fulfilled it, which made him look despicable.

After a moment, the old man held her hand and said, "Yaoyao, Grandpa won't be able to stay with you for much longer. You are a doctor and you know my physical condition very well. Pancreatic cancer can kill me at any time. I'm not afraid of death. The only thing I can't let go of is you. Now that you and Young Master Ji have registered your marriage, Grandpa is much more at ease. Even if he doesn't love you now, you are still legally married and he will still protect you. Even if he doesn't protect you, Grandpa Ji will protect you."

The biggest and most regrettable thing he ever did in his life was giving birth to that beastly son, and he felt ashamed towards his deceased ex-wife and in-laws.

The most shameless thing I did was to use Grandpa Ji's promise to force Grandpa Ji's grandson to marry Yao Yao, but it's also the thing I regret the least so far.

His thin, bony body turned slightly, and he raised his wrinkled hand, trembling as he gently wiped away Tang Junyao's tears. He was a little tired after talking for so long, and his breathing was much weaker: "Yaoyao, don't cry. If you cry, Grandpa won't be able to leave in peace. Our Yaoyao is the most obedient and sensible. Now that you're a wife, you can't cry anymore. You have to promise Grandpa that you'll live happily from now on, otherwise Grandpa will come to you in your dreams every day and scold you."

"Grandpa...Grandpa, I'll sleep with you tonight, I'll sleep on the sofa." The silent sobs, coupled with Grandpa Tang's words, made her choke and unable to say much more.

"How old are you? Why do you still have to sleep in the same room as this old man?" Old Master Tang's eyes were full of reluctance and love.

The maid came up to call Tang Junyao for dinner, but when she saw the old man and the little girl leaning on each other, she couldn't bear it and turned away to wipe her tears outside the door. Tang Junyao had been raised by her since she was a child. The two of them depended on each other for survival. The old man was so old and had been a father and mother for so many years. Even the maids admired and were moved by him.

After wiping away her tears, the maid gently knocked on the door: "Miss, dinner is ready."

"Go eat, it's getting late. Don't take your youth for granted and ruin your health," Grandpa Tang scolded affectionately.

"Okay, I'm going now. Don't lock the door, I'm coming over to sleep later. If you dare lock the door, I'll divorce you."

Helpless, Old Master Tang smiled weakly and waved his hand, signaling her to hurry up and go.

Tang Junyao was the only one dining in the large restaurant. Noticing her low spirits, neither of the two maids spoke.

She put down her chopsticks and suddenly spoke up: "Go and pack up all of Grandpa's things after he passed away, and also look up the funeral home's phone number and contact the person who is setting up the mourning hall." Her expression was calm, like a prisoner going to the execution ground and desperately accepting his final sentence.

She continued eating after finishing her meal, but anyone with a little attention could see that she was eating without any interest. Of all the dishes, she mechanically picked up only the first one and repeatedly stuffed it into her mouth, without putting a single bite of rice in her mouth.

The two servants were also stunned, standing there blankly with red eyes, at a loss for what to do.

"Go ahead, Grandpa might not make it through the night. Don't show any signs of distress in front of him." She had already noticed that the old man's breathing was very weak, but he was trying to stay awake because she was by his bedside. She was trying to appear strong by holding up a newspaper.

"Yes, Miss." The maid wiped away her tears and turned to leave. It must have taken a lot of courage for the young lady to prepare for Old Master Tang's funeral in advance. As outsiders, they felt bad watching this.

After the maid left, tears streamed down Tang Junyao's face. She raised her sleeve to wipe them away, but they kept coming back. She just couldn't stop wiping them, so she simply stopped. Soon, she could no longer see the food in front of her. Round water droplets fell into the white rice with a pattering sound.