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

When Ji Hancheng returned from the study, Xiaoyouzi was no longer pretending to sleep but was truly asleep. Her eyelashes were no longer trembling, and her even breathing could be heard. The little one looked very cute when she was asleep and quiet.

He stood by the bed, exuding a seductive charm, his eyes gleaming with lust. His gaze swept over Tang Junyao, who was watching a video on the bed, and he said playfully, "Wife, are you ready?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Junyao pulled the blanket over herself, still holding her phone, and reminded him, "Mr. Ji, could you please check the quality? Aren't you worried about quality issues?"

Then she unbuttoned the top button of her pajamas and accused the unrestrained man of his behavior, "Look at what you've done! I'm embarrassed to wear a skirt now. Do you want me to show you the graffiti on my thigh?"

Looking at his masterpiece, he wasn't embarrassed at all; on the contrary, he was quite pleased, his eyes and brows beaming with laughter. He couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, "So what about my grain? The granary is full."

Tang Junyao: The grain is full, so confiscation is definitely not an option.

After thinking for a while, I came up with a phrase: "I'll hoard it. I'm afraid I'll overeat when the grain is released in a few days."

Ji Hancheng was still persistent, but he quite liked Tang Junyao's frank conversation. Perhaps because she had been trained by him so much, she now used particularly novel terms in this regard. "Then I'll feed her a little less, as a midnight snack?"

"No, ask yourself about your credibility in this matter before you speak."

Anyway, Tang Junyao didn't believe it. He never kept his word. He said he would only kiss her once, but he ended up getting intimate with her, the kind of intimate that goes all the way. His excuse afterward was that he couldn't resist, that she was too beautiful.

Sometimes they say they'll only do it once, and they really do, but the foreplay and the act itself can take more than two hours. What's the difference between that and doing it twice?

Men's words are deceitful, especially in matters of trust; you should never be kind enough to believe them.

Ji Hancheng knew his wife wasn't going to give him the "perk" that night, so he disappointedly lifted the covers and sat down, pulling the blankets down over her chest. He chuckled, "I wasn't planning on forcing myself on you. Look how scared you are. Yao Yao, when did you become so timid, huh?"

He was fearless when catching thieves, showed no mercy when beating people, and beat them to death. He even scared her when she was sleeping.

Tang Junyao felt a pat on the arm. The two of them sat under the same blanket like an old married couple, their hands clasped together. Tang Junyao said, "If you acted like a normal person every time, would I distrust you like this?"

She didn't intend to keep talking about such pointless topics. "I'm planning to visit my godmother tomorrow and discuss the wedding date with her?"

Ji Hancheng didn't object: "Sure, I'll pick you up from get off work."

Tang Junyao pondered for a moment before speaking, "Husband?"

This was the first time Tang Junyao had called him that since they reconciled, her eyes revealing a clear purpose, indicating that she had something to say.

Ji Hancheng knew perfectly well that she had something to say next, but he still felt a sense of satisfaction. That particularly gentle way she called him "husband" almost broke his defenses, and his eyes darkened slightly. He tightened his grip on her hand and said, "Wife, if you keep saying this, I'll think you're being hypocritical."

His voice was slightly hoarse, and desire surged in his eyes once more.

Tang Junyao quickly stated her purpose, otherwise the man, who lacked self-control, would be on the verge of losing control again. "If you pick me up from get off work tomorrow, will I be able to ride my bike to work by myself from now on?"

Ji Hancheng remained silent, knowing she didn't really like four-wheeled vehicles, but he wanted to drive her to and from get off work.

Tang Junyao said step by step, "You worked so hard to sow the seeds the other day, who knows, you might have your little cotton-padded jacket next month. If you have one, I won't be able to touch my car anymore, and I won't be able to ride it for many days. It will just gather dust in the warehouse."

He spoke so logically and flawlessly that it was hard for Ji Hancheng to disagree. Indeed, if Yao Yao got pregnant, she wouldn't be able to ride a bike anymore, and this was the only time she could ride. "Okay, go to sleep early."

Seeing that he had agreed, Tang Junyao slowly lay down.

Tang Junyao believes that couples need to discuss things together to make the relationship last. Whether it's a small matter or a big one, one person's dissatisfaction with the other doesn't happen overnight; it accumulates over time.

Ji Hancheng lay down beside her, covered her with the blanket, and turned off the light. Neither of them was very sleepy. In the dim light, their eyes met, and Ji Hancheng asked, "Why did you choose April 18th?"

Tang Junyao found a comfortable spot in his arms, nestled quietly inside, and answered with her eyes closed, "I don't like the meaning of the number April 8th, and May 1st is too long. I want to become Mrs. Ji as soon as possible."

His chin was slightly lifted, and his thin lips pressed against hers in the darkness, gently sucking. The sound of their lips colliding echoed in the quiet room, and Tang Junyao's toes curled up inside the blankets.

What started as a light taste eventually escalated into an uncontrollable frenzy. A long, lingering kiss took place in the bed, causing the temperature inside to rise dramatically. Ji Hancheng yanked off the covers, rolled over, and braced himself on his hands on either side of him. His eyes were bloodshot, sparks flying, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Wife, I'm going to... force myself on you."

Tang Junyao clutched the sheets tightly beneath her. She noticed the change in the man during their kiss. Before she could speak, Ji Hancheng leaned down and silenced her again, the straps of his camisole slipping down to his arms.

A blush spread inch by inch, and the symphony of love began to play again, with high and low notes overlapping one after another, and the trees outside the window danced and swayed along with it.

This piece of music seems so beautiful and soothing, it plays on repeat endlessly.

At the Han family home, Han Guoguo, having finished her shower, sat on the sofa in the downstairs living room playing on her phone, replying to Lan Yunxi's message in Fairy Fortress: Remember to think of me, oh no, you should think of my brother instead.

Han Guoguo: Although I still feel resentful about my brother's milk tea, I'm trying my best to convince him that his crazy actions are out of love for me, considering that he spent a huge sum of 300 yuan to buy it for me.

Lan Yunxi burst out laughing over there; this joke was stuck in her head: Hahahaha.

Su Xue sensed the gossip: What milk tea? What 300? Is milk tea that expensive? Is it a newly opened one in the capital?

Su Xue really couldn't believe that there was such a thing as a milk tea that cost 300 yuan a cup. What could possibly be put in it to justify that price?

Bird's nest?

Or sea cucumber?

Tonight, only Tang Junyao remained quiet and did not participate at all.

Han Guoguo recounted what happened in the group chat.

Su Xue sent a meme with the caption "What did I just hear?": "Oh my god, your brother is so talented! Milk tea in a metal bucket, it's hilarious!"

Su Xue kept eating melon seeds and having a good time: Guoguo, may I ask you out of curiosity, did you finish drinking it in the end?

Han Guoguo posted a horrified emoji: Do I look like a pig to you?

Su Xue: Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore, my stomach is cramping! Your brother is a genius among geniuses, I'm impressed.

Su Xue: From now on, when I order milk tea, I'll probably think of the metal bucket milk tea.

Han Guoguo: I don't need you. I can't even see the iron bucket in my sight right now. I'm afraid I'll lose control and stomp on Han Youcai.

This is the nickname Han Guoguo gave Han Yuexin after the "Iron Bucket Milk Tea" incident: Han Youcai (meaning "Han Talented").

Han Guoguo: Wasting food is shameful, so I took all the sealed cups from his cabinet and put them in. I've been eating them for the past few days and I'm sick of them. Don't mention the word "milk tea" to me again, thank you.

Lan Yunxi: Hahaha, actually Yue-ge used that bucket because he was afraid that the material you wanted wouldn't fit.

Han Guoguo: Xixi, are you sure you're telling the truth?

Lan Yunxi: Okay, that sounds a bit fake.

Su Xue: Why isn't our Yao Yao pregnant?

Han Guoguo: I'm going to exercise.

This activity has become a tacit understanding in the group; everyone naturally knows what it means—it's simply an activity that brings joy.

Han's father, who was sitting on the sofa reading messages, received a phone notification. He picked it up, stared at it in surprise, and then held it closer to Han Guoguo. "Guoguo, is this your brother?"

"Hmm, what?" Han Guoguo put down her curled-up legs, moved closer to her father, and leaned in to look at his phone screen.

The photo shows Xixi and her brother having breakfast at a buffet. Xixi is wearing a long dress, has a beautiful fishtail hairstyle, and light makeup, which is very attractive at first glance.

Han Guoguo said, "Yes, yes, your future daughter-in-law and your son."

After watching, Han Guoguo continued to lean back on the sofa, sitting cross-legged, playing with her phone, and asked, "Isn't she beautiful? Let me tell you, Dad, she's a little princess, and my brother dotes on her."

Mr. Han moved a little closer to his daughter and inquired, "Your brother really likes her. How much does he like her? Tell Dad."

Han Guoguo was happy to share and always believed in sharing good things. She put down her phone and prepared to tell her story, "Brother Yu, let me tell you, my brother is such a repressed pervert. He clearly likes Xixi but just won't admit it. After Xixi went back to Lancheng, he secretly went to watch her competition and even gave her flowers, 11 of them to express his devotion. He also pulled a surprise attack by showing up at the Masked Party and sneaking into Xixi's university. Don't you think my brother is a real scoundrel... and a real schemer?"

Han's father was stunned. Was this talking about his cold-hearted son? He was sure there was no mistake, and that he wasn't possessed by a ghost.

Han Guoguo could tell from her parents' expressions that they didn't believe her, especially her mother, who was slightly frowning.

She continued, "Oh, don't you believe me? It's true, my brother did all of this. He even went to university to accompany Xixi to class. Last night, I saw a bracelet on Xixi's wrist. I guessed it was a gift from my brother, but I didn't ask any more questions for fear of hurting my feelings."

Han Guoguo was unaware that Han Yue had also taken half of the capital's defense map; otherwise, she would definitely have scolded Han Yue.

As they were talking, the sound of an engine came from the doorway, and there was no doubt that Han Yue had returned.

Han Guoguo immediately sat up straight, pretending to be nonchalant, as if she wasn't the one who had just shared the information, and that she hadn't said anything at all, and quietly replied to the message.