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

Both women were quite fast, and an hour later a table full of dishes was placed on the table, emitting a steaming aroma.

The scent drifted from the dining room into the living room, and Xiaoyouzi smelled it. She quickly dropped her toys, grabbed Ji Hancheng's hand, and said, "Daddy, food!"

"Your nose is quite sensitive. Come on, let me take you to wash your hands." With that, she stood up, bent down, picked up her son with one hand, and walked towards the kitchen.

At the dining table, everyone sat down. Halfway through the meal, Tang Junyao used serving chopsticks to put some food on Aunt Zhang's plate before slowly speaking, "Godmother, I have something to tell you."

Aunt Zhang nodded. "Yaoyao, you go ahead."

Tang Junyao smiled slightly, "Godmother, Hancheng and I are getting married on April 18th. The date was set last night. Grandpa even had someone check it out. It's auspicious for us. You'll be sitting at the head table at my wedding."

It's normal for older people to subconsciously choose auspicious things.

Aunt Zhang looked up, glanced at the surroundings of the house, and then at the empty main seat. Her feelings were complicated. This seat had been empty ever since Old Tang left. Tears slowly welled up in her eyes, but a happy smile appeared on her lips. "Good, good, godmother is happy for you, so happy for you. It's so good."

"Wait a moment, I'll be right upstairs. You guys eat first." Before Tang Junyao could stop her, Aunt Zhang had already hurried upstairs.

I was so happy that I couldn't feel the pain in my feet.

A few minutes later, Aunt Zhang sat down with two bank cards in her hand, pulled Tang Junyao's hand over, put the cards in her hand, and held her hand down so that she could hold the cards tightly.

Aunt Zhang covered her with her hand, leaving no room for refusal. "Since you call me godmother, you are my daughter. How can a mother not give something when her daughter is getting married? There's not much here. To be honest, it was all given by your grandfather. I've lived in the Tang family my whole life, and everything I eat and use comes from the Tang family. I have more money than I can spend. This is just a small token of my godmother's appreciation."

"This green card is mine, and this blue one is Aunt Wu's. We have no children in this life. Even if you don't call us godmothers, Aunt Wu and I have already discussed this. We'll give these cards to you and Lele. We'll keep both of our cards in one place. Whoever leaves first will be responsible for taking care of the aftermath. Now that you're getting married, we're giving these things to you in advance, so that your godmother won't have to worry. Please accept them. Old Wu will be happy."

Tang Junyao's hands trembled as she held the bank card. She hadn't expected that her two godmothers had already decided to leave all their savings to her. Thinking of her biological father, she felt heartbroken. She wanted to express her gratitude, but found that she couldn't utter a single word; all the words were stuck in her throat.

My eyes feel sore.

Ji Hancheng tenderly took out a tissue to wipe her tears, and Xiaoyouzi clumsily pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, saying, "Mom."

"Oh, thank you, baby." The voice was thick with a nasal tone.

Sniffing, she expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, godmother." She would keep the money for her godmother; returning it now would surely upset her.

She definitely wouldn't touch the money inside. Even the money her grandfather gave her, she hadn't used a single penny except to save the company. Plus, she had money now, given by Ji Hancheng, and her uncles would send her red envelopes every now and then. She had no way of spending it all, and she wasn't going to be wasteful.

Ji Hancheng also expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, godmother."

"Don't thank me. Stop crying. Your crying is making my heart ache. Aunt Wu will scold me tonight. Today is a happy day. You two are getting married. You should be happy."

"Okay, happy, happy." The people and things around her touch her every day, and her once indestructible heart has long since softened.

After dinner, Aunt Zhang, Xu Mingkai, and Xiao Mei played with Xiao Youzi in the yard. Xu Mingkai and Xiao Youzi were playing hide-and-seek, with Aunt Zhang helping them cheat, while Xiao Mei pretended to be blind.

Tang Junyao hadn't been to Old Master Tang's room upstairs for a long time. She opened the door and touched every piece of furniture inch by inch, her memories playing back frame by frame.

"Grandpa, I got a perfect score on my test today. Would you like to give me a reward?"

"Tell me what you want, and I'll get it ready for you."

"Well, how about you grant me one request in advance? I like motorcycles, so could you buy me a cool black motorcycle when I grow up?"

Grandpa Tang remained silent for a long time, offering words of comfort about the dangers of the situation. At that moment, she pouted sadly, but she didn't keep pestering her grandfather for more.

One year after she became an adult, her grandfather actually gave her a cool black motorcycle. She was overjoyed and even got up in the middle of the night to touch the motorcycle. From then on, whenever she was unhappy, she would ride the motorcycle. She used to have a habit of racing. Later, she learned from her godmother and others that since she started racing, her grandfather had suffered from insomnia and had nightmares.

From then on, she stopped racing and speeding, and has not touched these activities since.

Every corner of the room was filled with memories. Ji Hancheng followed quietly behind, as if he were invisible, without making a sound.

A worn-out crystal ball sat on the old furniture. Although it was hidden and inconspicuous, and seemed out of place with the room's style, Ji Hancheng still picked it up casually. With a click, the door next to the bed opened.

Ji Hancheng stared at the door of the room, lost in thought. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the composed Tang Junyao. "Is there a hidden compartment in this room?"

Tang Junyao shrugged, unconcerned, and readily admitted it, even inviting, "Hmm, are you surprised? Shall I show you around?"

Ji Hancheng turned around and locked the door. He followed behind with his hands in his pockets. There was a long staircase. She turned on the wall lamp, pressed a switch on the wall, and closed the door. The staircase led to the basement. The further Ji Hancheng went, the more novel it became, because there was not only a boxing gym, but also a piano, an art studio, and a dance studio.

Every detail shows the designer's dedication. Looking around, I was taken aback. "Did Grandpa make this for you?" Why did he make this? It's normal to learn these things.

Are you going to learn it secretly?

Tang Junyao could tell from Ji Hancheng's furrowed brows that he was puzzled, so she explained automatically, her hands resting on the ropes on either side of the boxing ring, looking relaxed as if she were talking about someone else's business, "Because Tang Xin wouldn't want Grandpa to train me. Ever since I was brought to the Tang residence, Tang Xin actually sent people to monitor us, but Grandpa found out several times and dismissed them. Later, Grandpa used the excuse of renovating the Tang residence to build this basement. Unbelievable, right? The designer was a very good friend of Grandpa's, but that person left not many years after the design was completed."

Ji Hancheng knew why Tang Xin didn't want Old Tang to mentor her: because he mistakenly thought she wasn't his biological daughter.

A slight pang of heartache shot through her; she had to sneak around to learn whatever she wanted, while Old Tang was atoning for his sins.

No wonder Yao Yao has so many skills. It was like opening a blind box back then. No wonder no one knew she knew martial arts. No wonder Chen Lan and the others hired such terrible thugs. They simply didn't know that Old Tang was secretly training her in martial arts, which could be considered self-defense techniques.

Tang Junyao sat down on the piano chair, opened the place where the sheet music was hidden, and a diary called "Repentance" came into view.

She frowned. She didn't remember having this notebook when her grandfather was alive. She wondered when it was put there. The two words were so attractive that Tang Junyao had no choice but to reach out and take it.

The paper had slightly yellowed edges, and Tang Junyao could tell at a glance that the two characters on the cover were her grandfather's handwriting.

However, this laptop is very thick and has a combination lock, so it can't be opened without the password.

When she was little, her grandfather taught her how to use a brush and a pen, so she was very familiar with his handwriting and practiced by copying his handwriting.

Driven by curiosity, she stretched out her fair fingers and carefully dialed the numbers. Ji Hancheng seemed to realize something and quickly stopped her from opening the book. He said without changing his expression, "You can see this sooner or later. Show me around. I want to learn about this place. This book... I'll show it to you when we get back."

He was afraid she might unlock the password, and what if it was...?

My heart skipped a beat for no reason. Yes, I panicked. Today I came to the Tang residence to announce the good news. No matter what's in this diary, I can't open it here.

Tang Junyao looked at Ji Hancheng with some suspicion, but after a few seconds she couldn't discern anything from his face. How could Ji Hancheng, who was always good at hiding his emotions, let her discover his inner turmoil so easily? In the end, she still took the diary in her hand and prepared to take it back to the Ji residence, without intending to open it again.

Ji Hancheng casually took the diary from her hand and held it in his own. "I'll hold it for you. You can introduce it properly."

"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Ji. Don't look at me like that. My gratitude has absolutely nothing to do with benefits. Don't even think about it. It's been agreed that your benefits have been canceled recently, and that's final. There's no room for negotiation."

Ji Hancheng chuckled. He wasn't actually that lustful; he just sometimes lacked self-control, and that was because of her. Look how scared she was! "Are you limiting me to thinking only with my lower body?"

As Tang Junyao walked towards the dance studio, she retorted, "Aren't you one too?"

Ji Hancheng shook his head. "Yes and no, it depends on the time."

After that, Tang Junyao led Ji Hancheng through a detailed account of how she learned to dance as a child, how her grandfather brought the teacher into the basement, and how Aunt Zhang and the others covered for her.

In fact, ever since Ji Hancheng told Tang Junyao about Tang Xin and Chen Lan, she finally understood why Tang Xin wouldn't allow her to be raised as his biological daughter. It was because Tang Xin always thought she was an illegitimate child, born from her mother and another man, so he wouldn't allow her to be outstanding; the more useless she was, the better.

What Tang Xin didn't know was that she was his biological daughter all along. So many tragic things happened because of a scheme that caused her such a miserable childhood, without the love of her parents.