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

At the Capital Airport, Han Yue took Xi Xi to the Tihou Hotel for dinner, and after dinner, they drove directly to the airport.

According to the plan, Xixi was scheduled to board the plane at 1:30 pm, and the flight would take about 4 hours, so she would arrive home just in time for dinner.

The bodyguards who had been secretly following her were already waiting on the plane; Lan Yunchen had arranged them for her before departure.

In the airport parking lot, a black SUV stood out with its cool appearance and imposing presence. The black body shimmered under the light, giving it a mysterious and incredibly cool look. The SUV had a spacious interior.

Two people sat inside, reluctant to part, holding hands. The girl's eyes were filled with tears, which gradually blurred her vision. Parting is always sad, and it is rare to say goodbye with a smile. Even if there is a smile on the lips, there is bitterness in the heart.

Especially for lovers in the throes of passion.

The man sat in the driver's seat, his heart aching. After a moment, he opened his mouth and said, "I'll go back with you."

Lan Yunxi shook her head slightly. She was just reluctant to part with her; she wasn't that immature. The round trip took about eight hours, which was too tiring. There would definitely be more separations in the future, and she still had a long time to study. They couldn't just send her back and then come back every time.

Han Yue leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt, then pulled her onto his lap with a forceful pull. His strength was so great that Lan Yunxi instinctively clung tightly to his neck.

He moved his seat back a bit, as if making some preparations. The seats in front suddenly became much more spacious, and Lan Yunxi didn't feel crowded at all.

She was so captivated by Han Yue's scent that she didn't want to leave for even a moment. She buried her head in his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, refusing to let go or move. His hands remained still, resting quietly on her waist.

The next second, Lan Yunxi stepped back a little, cupped Han Yue's face in her hands and looked at him closely, tracing his handsome features with one hand. Han Yue's eyes were deep, but he cooperated by remaining still and letting her do as she pleased.

She described it for a while, and Han Yue asked, "Can you remember it?"

"Hmm, eyebrows, eyes, eyelashes, nose, mouth..." These are all things she likes, and they're etched into her mind. How could she not remember them?

Han Yue could no longer hold back as he looked at the girl whose eyes were filled with reluctance and tender love. He slowly moved one hand up to hold the back of her head, his large, gentle hand controlling her head, while his other hand held her waist.

Two warm lips were exchanging words freely, their pearly teeth were slowly pried open, and love lingered between their lips, possessing and marking out their territory.

Having had the experience before, Lan Yunxi knew she needed to breathe and catch her breath. She clumsily responded to Han Yue's rhythm, and the man who received the response was like someone injected with stimulants, eventually losing control.

His warm lips no longer lingered on the exchange between their teeth; her ear became the new target, and her neck the second. His breath lingered wherever he went, until her face turned bright red. Han Yue still couldn't hold back and pulled away, lowering his head to kiss her again. He wanted to be spontaneous this once more.

The long, lingering kiss stretched across the car interior, the enclosed space filled with an atmosphere of ambiguity and overflowing affection. They kissed for an unknown duration, until Lan Yunxi's lips were stained with color, before Han Yue finally withdrew, panting heavily.

The roles of host and host were reversed. Han Yue buried his head in her fragrant neck, breathing heavily. His calm, hoarse voice came from Lan Yunxi's neck, "Xiao Xi, what am I supposed to do with you?"

Lan Yunxi was taken aback, not understanding the deeper meaning, and assumed that Han Yue was also reluctant to part with her.

Han Yue kissed her shoulder, took a deep breath, and stood up. He gently tidied her slightly messy hair with one hand. He was the culprit, and suggested, "Your hair is messy. Teach me how to tie it for you."

She smiled gently, and the warm sunlight once again shone into Han Yue's heart. Her sweet and soft voice rang out, "Okay."

After saying that, she really didn't hold back at all. She opened the app on her phone, searched for hair braiding tutorials, and entered "fishbone hair" into the search bar.

Instantly, many knitting tutorials popped up on the screen. Lan Yunxi swiped the screen, selected a very simple tutorial, opened it, placed it on the phone stand, and showed it to Han Yue.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the car was dispelled by this topic. Han Yue did not put Lan Yunxi down; she remained sitting on his lap, her hands tightly wrapped around her waist.

Lan Yunxi looked down and saw that Han Yue's hands were long and slender. Compared to a girl's hands, they were really not inferior. The piano teacher would probably like them very much.

Han Yue watched the video intently. After a while, he seemed to understand it. He released his hands from Lan Yunxi's waist and slowly untangled her messy hair. He followed the video step by step to learn. He had a good learning ability, and his hands weren't as long as his feet, so his braiding was naturally not bad, but rather very good.

In no time, a brand new, Yue-ge-style fishtail hairstyle was born. Lan Yunxi touched it lightly with her hand, and it looked pretty good. She turned around and asked for permission with an expectant look in her eyes, "Can I take a picture of us together?"

Han Yue indicated his permission, "Okay."

Today, Han Yue unknowingly learned a brand new skill: knitting.

Lan Yunxi sat on Han Yue's lap, opened her phone, and smiled from the bottom of her heart. Han Yue's thin lips also curved slightly. The curves of their lips were similar, and when they were in the same frame, they gave the illusion of being a married couple.

Lan Yunxi wanted to take more photos so she could look at them when she missed Han Yue. Click, click, click, she took more than a dozen photos, and then took a photo of her own fishtail hair for a photo album. After taking the photos, she nestled softly in Han Yue's arms and posted them on her WeChat Moments, uploading the hairstyle she had just taken, with the caption: Boyfriend version of fishtail hair, one of a kind.

After sending the message, they snuggled together for a while before getting off the bus. It was already 2:30 a.m., and it would be dark by the time the girl got home.

The two were already standing outside the car, facing each other. Han Yue asked again, "Shall I take you home?"

Lan Yunxi refused again, appearing completely unburdened, and said casually, "No need, I can manage. Goodbye, boyfriend, I'm leaving. Remember to miss me."

The little girl's face was filled with a happy smile and a reassuring expression, which made Han Yue feel reluctant to let her go. He reached out and pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly. "Goodbye, girlfriend."

Water vapor once again assaulted Lan Yunxi's eyes, gradually blurring the plane's fuselage. "I will miss you so much."

"Okay, text me when you arrive."

"Okay," Lan Yunxi replied obediently.

Han Yue saw her off at the plane, controlled his emotions as he got off, leaned against the black SUV, pursed his lips and remained silent, smoking one cigarette after another, looking up at the plane soaring into the sky. Even after it disappeared from sight, he still didn't leave.

Stepping into the driver's seat, I quietly gazed at the azure sky. The car still carried the faint fragrance of the young girl, which was very comforting.

The little girl said she would deduct points last night, but in the end she couldn't bear to deduct any and didn't deduct any points.

Ji Residence.

The atmosphere at the dining table was particularly harmonious and warm. Tang Junyao had been staying at the Ji residence for several days, and Ji Hancheng picked her up and dropped her off from get off work every day. She missed her beloved car a little, but she was worried that her mother-in-law might not like riding it at the Ji residence.

Grandpa Ji has been in a good mood lately, enjoying the happiness of family life every day. He feels like he can live a few more years and might even live to see the birth of his great-granddaughter or great-grandson.

The old man picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in the bowl, saying affectionately, "Girl, Grandpa asked a fortune teller to check auspicious dates for you. One is April 8th, another is April 18th, and May 1st is also good. See whichever you like, Grandpa will go with your choice."

Ji Hancheng, who didn't express any opinion throughout the meal, ate his food attentively without even looking up. He had nothing to do today; he would be the groom on his wedding day.

Tang Junyao now respects Yuan Shu's opinions. Yuan Shu treats her even better than before. Although she doesn't talk much, Tang Junyao can sense it. Sensitive people are particularly perceptive of changes and actions around them.

They are more perceptive in capturing key information than the average person.

"Mom and Dad, Hancheng, which one do you think is better?" Mutual respect is also an essential courtesy to learn.

Yuan Shu no longer has any objections to this daughter-in-law. As long as the child is happy, that's all that matters. After spending time with Tang Junyao at the Ji residence, Yuan Shu genuinely likes her. She is very sensible in her actions. "I have no objections. It's up to you both. I will take care of Lele."

This statement can be considered as expressing an opinion.

Ji Hang gave a reassuring answer: "Yes, this is your wedding. You can choose whatever you like and pick a time. Acheng will cooperate."

Little Yuzu, who had been eating the whole time, was still holding a spoon in her hand. "18."

Grandpa Ji was overjoyed. "Oh my, you sure know how to pick a date! Mom hasn't even decided yet, and you've already made the decision. My little darling, this isn't something you can decide, it has to be Mom."

The old man's face was full of smiles; he was clearly very happy.

Little Yuzu slurped up a mouthful of soup, and even though she didn't understand, she still replied, "Okay."

The old man was even happier, and he laughed out loud.

Tang Junyao found it amusing that Ji Hancheng remained silent, his face still bearing a pitiful expression. He was feigning helplessness. "Acheng, which day do you prefer?"

Ji Hancheng felt much better, knowing that his wife cared about him and considered his thoughts. "The days you like are the days I like."

Goodness, he earned a satisfied look from Old Master Ji, who nodded knowingly at him.

Tang Junyao: "............." Oh well, I'll get married sooner or later anyway. It's no different from being married now, except for an official announcement and a wedding.

There was no need to be coy, so I made a decision right away, "Grandpa, I'll choose April 18th."

Having received a definite answer, Grandpa Ji finished his meal, slowly put down his chopsticks, looked up at Ji Hancheng, and said, "Alright, since Yaoyao has made up her mind, you can start making arrangements. You must give the girl a satisfactory wedding. I faced hardship back then, but I still wanted to give your grandmother an unforgettable wedding. Think it over carefully tonight. If you don't want to get married a third time, use your brain."

Ji Hancheng: "............"

Ji Hang chimed in, "Well, since the date is set for next month, and this month is almost over, there's not much time left until your wedding. For now, you can leave the company matters to me and focus on preparing for the wedding. Just make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Um."

The whole family was subtly putting Tang Junyao first, which made her feel embarrassed but also touched once again, warming her heart.