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

Thunder and rain raged, and the wind and rain came suddenly. Large raindrops pounded against the window, making a loud pattering sound in the quiet of the early morning.

The trees in the villa area swayed in the wind, the rain was heavy, and it looked as if a hole had been punched in the sky, with no sign of stopping.

I went to bed too early last night and woke up at 4:30 this morning. Looks like I can't ride my bike to the hospital today.

It's raining so hard, I can't even get a taxi.

She, who always prioritizes breakfast, didn't think much about the car problem. She got out of bed, went into the bathroom to wash up, and then went downstairs to make breakfast.

She went to bed early last night and didn't have a midnight snack, so she woke up hungry. She plans to make a steak, a sandwich, and soy milk.

Ji Hancheng was very perceptive. He woke up the moment Tang Junyao came downstairs. He pulled back the curtains and glanced out the window. The heavy rain outside made him frown.

He dislikes rainy days, not only because he needs an umbrella, but also because the roads are particularly congested.

He basically doesn't drive himself on rainy days.

Just as Tang Junyao was diligently preparing the food, smelling the aroma wafting from the frying pan, the man's low, husky voice rang out, "Fry one for me too, medium-rare."

The sudden sound startled her: "Ah..." She even dropped the spatula on the ground.

He leaned calmly against the doorframe, as if nothing had happened. "When did you become so timid? Weren't you always been quite brave?"

He could easily take on two people at once. He still vividly remembered the scene of her beating someone that day. It was clean, efficient, and ruthless. Even after the person was lying on the ground, she still managed to kick them and break their bones.

It doesn't seem timid at all; it just made a sound and the shovel fell to the ground in fright.

She glared at him angrily, "Try making a ghostly sound."

She walks silently, yet people blame her for being timid and sick.

Ji Hancheng readily apologized, "Okay, I was wrong, I apologize."

Tang Junyao turned her head sharply and looked him up and down: Did this person forget to take his medicine, or did he take the wrong medicine? He actually apologized?

Is this still Ji Hancheng?

After returning from the Ji residence yesterday, it seemed as if something had changed in their relationship, yet it also seemed as if nothing had happened.

Seeing her incredulous expression, he was annoyed. "Tang Junyao, are you being pathetic? Can't you handle being treated nicely, or do you have a particular fetish for being insulted?"

Tang Junyao retorted, "You're the one who's sick. You're the one who likes being insulted."

She's being childish right now. In the midst of the argument, she's let down her guard and mask. This is probably the real her, someone who can't stand being taken advantage of.

Quite cute, unforgiving when in the right, and never suffers a loss.

Tang Junyao was certain that this person was sick, but when she scolded him, he smiled and seemed quite happy.

Very ill.

Two breakfasts were served shortly afterward.

Ji Hancheng ate slowly and deliberately; the steak was cooked to perfection.

He glanced up at her, his eyes lifting slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You've had culinary training."

Tang Junyao was a little smug: "So Young Master Ji admits that my cooking is delicious."

"good,"

She didn't believe it. If she thought it was alright, would she ask her that question? She's such a tsundere, would it kill her to praise her?

"I learned my cooking skills from two maids and my grandfather. I started learning from them when I was 10 years old. As for desserts, I learned them outside."

"You certainly love learning, getting involved in everything," he said casually.

It seemed like just a casual question!

She didn't care about his teasing; that was just Ji Hancheng's true nature—a dog's mouth can't produce ivory.

It's hard to get anything nice out of him!

"It's not that I love studying. I was forced to cook by my grandfather when I first started. Actually, I don't like the smell of cooking oil. Every time I was choked by it, my eyes would water and my hands would be covered in blisters from the oil splattering. But later I found that I felt a great sense of accomplishment after cooking each dish, and I gradually fell in love with cooking." The process is hard, but when I see the results that I am satisfied with, I feel happy and completely forget about the process.

Just like some people giving birth, Su Xue always says that every time she delivers a baby, the mothers are in excruciating pain, and she never forgets to say that she would never have a second child.

But a few years later, they still had two or three children, completely forgetting the pain they experienced when they had their first child.

Making such a young child cook, with hands covered in blisters, without a second thought: "Your grandfather treats you badly."

"How could that be? Grandpa doesn't want to raise me into a useless person who expects to be waited on hand and foot." A hint of sadness lingered in her eyes as she absentmindedly swiped the fork at her fork.

How could Grandpa treat her badly? In this world, besides Mom and Grandpa, no one else will treat her so well or love her so much.

"Let's eat."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something else, "You know how to box."

Upon hearing this, Tang Junyao looked up: "How did you know?"

He didn't answer her question; her answer already indicated that she knew the answer. Instead of answering, he asked, "What level are you in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)? What dan are you in Taekwondo?"

She didn't reveal everything, only saying simply, "There aren't many segments; they're just for self-defense."

Ji Hancheng understood. This was another sign that he was starting to guard against him. "I don't believe you could beat people up like that without a 9th-dan black belt. And your Sanda skills are definitely at least a 6th-dan Golden Tiger."

As for boxing, he wants to try it himself.

"Let's have a spar tonight." That's an order, not a suggestion.

She wanted to say she was going to work: "I..."

"You're on the early shift today, you get off at 4:30. I'll pick you up. Hurry up, aren't you afraid of being late? There's a lot of traffic." Ji Hancheng, who had already finished breakfast, got up and straightened his clothes.

She took a bite of her sandwich, her mouth wide open, and asked indistinctly, "Are you going to take me?"

"What do you say, sit down or not?"

"It's free, right?"

"Take it or leave it. If you don't want to take a ride, just call a taxi."

She glanced at her phone; time was indeed running out. She'd been so busy chatting that she quickly grabbed a sandwich, ate it while changing her shoes, grabbed her umbrella, and called out to the man's retreating figure, "Wait for me!"

Didn't you say you'd take me home? Why are you leaving so fast!

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng's lips curled into a handsome smile.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Xu Mingkai: "You don't need to pick me up in the morning. I'll drive there myself. You can go straight to the company."

Xu Mingkai, who was on his way: Didn't Young Master Ji dislike driving in the rain? Did he take the wrong medicine today?

Fifty-five minutes later, a conspicuous Maybach pulled up in front of the Imperial Capital Hospital.

Time was running out, so she hurriedly grabbed her umbrella and cheerfully said to Ji Hancheng in front of her, "Thank you, Young Master Ji. I'm leaving now, I'm going to be late."

"Okay, I'll pick you up after get off work and take you to the boxing gym."

"Oh." Having received such a favor, I had no choice but to agree.

Ji Hancheng did not leave. Instead, he watched the woman jog into the hospital until she was out of sight before starting the engine and driving away.

There are only 2 minutes left before work starts. Ji Hancheng is really good at managing his time. I changed my clothes and got ready for work.

The call for numbers has begun.

They kept calling Ji Mingyuan until he was called into consultation room number 2 on the 31st.

Tang Junyao felt that the name sounded familiar. After seeing the person who came, she remembered. Wasn't this the bastard who had been staring at her all night? Ji Hancheng's younger brother.

Compared to Ji Hancheng, this man had absolutely no air of nobility; there was no trace of aristocratic bearing about him.

If I really had to describe it, I'd say it's like a butterfly!

Wearing a white sweater, a light pink wool coat, and white sneakers, Tang Junyao felt a bit overwhelmed.

However, outwardly adhering to professional ethics, she asked, "Where do you feel unwell?"

Ji Mingyuan pulled his chair forward, closer to Tang Junyao, and clutched his chest, saying, "Dr. Tang, my chest feels uncomfortable."

Tang Junyao moved her chair further in: "Sir, you've registered for the wrong number. I suggest you go to the front desk and change your number to the cardiology department." She emphasized the last four words.

Ji Mingyuan, whose number had been automatically blocked, asked, "Dr. Tang, what kind of illnesses does your department treat?"

Does Tang Junyao mean to say that whatever I read about will cause you to get the same illness? If I read about brain cancer or cerebral palsy, will you get those too?

If she hadn't been wearing that white coat, she would have killed him without hesitation at that moment.

"Sir, to be precise, I'm referring to neurosurgery, specifically head injuries with bleeding or tumors. Which type do you have?"

She really wanted to suggest he see a psychiatrist. After all, she was Ji Hancheng's wife. How could the Ji family produce such an awful person when the younger brother-in-law was flirting with his sister-in-law?

Ji Mingyuan pretended, "I've had a bit of a headache lately."

"Okay, I've ordered a full-body CT scan to rule out the cause of your illness. It's ready, go pay and get in line." Radiation won't kill you.

Before Ji Mingyuan could say anything more, she had already pressed the button for the next patient. The next patient walked in, and he could only reluctantly leave with the payment slip in his hand.