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

The living room was filled with a harmonious atmosphere of chatting and laughing, as if they were talking about something very happy.

Tang Junyao paused as she stepped through the doorway. She heard a familiar voice, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

Seeing her stop, Ji Hancheng turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

She smiled and shook her head to indicate that everything was alright, and continued walking inside.

With half an hour to go before dinner, Ji Hancheng pulled Tang Junyao to sit down on a sofa.

Master Ji was very amiable. "Hancheng, won't you introduce him?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng replied indifferently, "Tang Junyao, my wife."

When the young man's name was called, Old Master Ji was worried that he would embarrass the girl. After the introduction, a gratified smile appeared on Old Master Ji's face.

Ji Mingyuan's gaze was drawn to Tang Junyao's beauty. His eyes were fixed on her, but his mouth couldn't help but say, "Brother, sister-in-law is really beautiful."

Ji Mingyuan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said at all. At the same time, everyone's eyes turned to Tang Junyao. Even Tang Junting, who was chatting with Shen Pei, turned around to see how beautiful she was.

The moment she caught sight of Tang Junyao, her face turned deathly pale, and she could no longer smile; just a second ago she was laughing and joking.

In a panic, she instinctively gripped Ji Mingyuan's arm tightly. "What are you doing? It hurts so much!"

Ji Mingyuan, his gaze fixed on Tang Junyao, scolded her impatiently.

The only reason he brought this girl home was because she kept him hanging on and wouldn't let him sleep with her, which aroused his competitive spirit. There was no girl he couldn't handle, so he brought her home. Besides, she wasn't the first woman he brought home.

How much could he like her? At this moment, Ji Mingyuan felt that Tang Junting's name was very similar to Tang Junyao's.

Tang Junting was very unhappy that Ji Mingyuan had scolded her without any regard for her dignity, but she didn't dare to look up.

Throughout the entire process, Tang Junting remained silent, avoiding any provocation from Tang Junyao, fearing that she might go crazy and expose her secrets.

Next, Grandpa Ji introduced Tang Junyao to the family members. "Yaoyao, this is your second grandfather, this is your uncle Ji Ting, this is your aunt Shen Pei, this is Xiao Cheng's younger brother Ji Mingyuan, who is two years younger than Xiao Cheng. Your mother-in-law is still busy in the kitchen, and your father-in-law is away on a business trip. When he comes back, I will have him come to see you."

Throughout the entire process, Old Master Ji was giving Tang Junyao face, allowing her father-in-law to meet her. What a huge favor she had. What was she thinking?

"Grandpa, no need. I'll come over then. Father-in-law is an elder. Second Grandpa, Uncle and Aunt, hello." She greeted everyone, only giving a perfunctory nod to Ji Mingyuan's blatant gaze.

Not only did Grandpa Ji ignore Tang Junting's introduction, but Tang Junyao also didn't take her seriously, as if she had disappeared.

The living room was filled with peace, laughter, and praise, but Tang Junting was the only outsider, unable to get a word in edgewise.

Tang Junyao was adept at navigating social situations, always chatting and laughing. She could always answer the questions asked by the elders, and her demeanor and temperament were in no way inferior to other heiresses from wealthy families.

Tang Junting was instantly outshone. She believed that this brat was doing it on purpose, deliberately excluding her and trying to squeeze her out of the Ji family.

Unfortunately, Tang Junyao truly viewed their family with indifference, unable to stir any emotion within her. As long as they didn't bother her, she was willing to never cross paths with them again in this life; even exchanging a single word would be exhausting.

Noticing Tang Junting's scrutiny, she lifted her eyelids slightly and gave the other person a cold glance. The disdain and contempt in her eyes made Tang Junting's fingers dig deeply into her palm.

Ji Hancheng hesitated for a moment, observing the expressions of the people in the living room. Ji Mingyuan's eyes revealed desire. He had underestimated this woman's social skills; she could talk about anything and everything. As for Miss Tang's expression, it was quite interesting.

Half an hour later, a powerful female voice rang out, "Let's eat."

Tang Junyao turned to look at the man beside her. She wanted to ask who else in the Ji family could command such an aura besides Grandpa Ji.

He understood her well. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "My mother."

The living room was warm with the heating on, so she took off her coat. The warm breath on her bare shoulders sent shivers down her spine, her cheeks flushed a light pink, and her heart rate spiked again.

After the elders got up and left, Tang Junyao stood up, took his bent arm, and her demeanor and etiquette were impeccable.

The man turned his head, his surprised gaze settling on her delicate face. "What's wrong?"

She said a little shyly, "Don't get so close to me when you talk next time."

This was the third time he had whispered in her ear, and each time it made her tense and her heart race. It was a very unpleasant feeling.

He stared at her with a mischievous grin, and replied cheerfully, "Oh."

Old Master Ji sat in the main seat, and everyone else took their seats.

"Yaoyao, this is your mother, Yuan Shu."

"Mother," Tang Junyao called out respectfully.

But the woman didn't even look at her, just grunted in response. Tang Junyao didn't care; whether the woman liked her or not didn't matter, since they were getting a divorce in two months anyway.

Seeing how much Yuan Shu disliked Tang Junyao, Tang Junting felt much less gloomy and even a little schadenfreude.

After the dinner, each elder gave her a gift as part of the custom, and her mother-in-law, Yuan Shu, gave her an emerald necklace.

After thanking him, she followed Ji Hancheng back to the Imperial Garden.

Grandpa Ji actually wanted them to stay, but then he thought they would definitely sleep in separate rooms, so he didn't force them.

On the way back.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was unusually quiet and silent; even Xu Mingkai, who was driving in the front, could feel the awkwardness and oppression.

With a ding-dong sound, it was Tang Junyao's WeChat message notification.

She took out her phone from her pocket. It was a message from Su Xue. This time it wasn't a voice message. Ever since that near-death experience, Su Xue had been sending her text messages whenever she wasn't at the hospital.

"Yaoyao, is the food at the Ji family's house good? Are they good to you? Do they make things difficult for you? Are you staying at the old house or going home with your young master Ji?" A barrage of questions followed.

Tang Junyao: *facepalm* What do you mean it's mine now? If he sees this message, he'll say I got his ownership wrong again.

She didn't want to be constantly on the verge of explaining herself.

She replied instantly, "He's not mine, he's already gone home. I'll tell you tomorrow."

The man above her spoke in a cold, deep voice, "I'm not part of your family. We don't live under the same roof anymore, nor are we on the same household registration."

"Huh?" She really didn't understand what he meant.

He speaks in a half-hearted manner.

She had never been in a relationship, nor had she met many boys. The two people she had the most contact with were her grandfather and Su Yu.

Seeing the woman's puzzled expression, completely unaware of what she had done wrong, he choked for a moment, not wanting to speak anymore, and his mood became even more unpleasant.

"Young Master Ji, you should keep these things for tonight. It's not appropriate for me to keep them." We're getting a divorce soon, so I can't take advantage of him.

I forgot to ask Grandpa Ji about the important thing last night; I'll have to do it next time.

Ji Hancheng ignored her words, looking down intently at the documents, his eyes radiating coldness from a place unseen.

Xu Mingkai: Is the young mistress trying to distance herself from Young Master Ji because she doesn't want to take advantage of him? She's really got guts.