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

Tang Junyao wasn't pretending to sleep when she returned to her room; she was actually asleep. When Ji Hancheng came back, she was already asleep, which made him wonder if his guess was wrong.

However, given Yao Yao's deep affection for Grandpa Tang, this reaction shouldn't be the case. The two of them have relied on each other since they were little.

It's clear that she loves her grandfather very much.

After the divorce, she could have bought a house, but she didn't. Ji Hancheng asked her about this, and Yao Yao said: "Because renting and buying a house are different. When you rent a house, it belongs to someone else, and you can accept that no one will turn on the lights for you. But it's different when you buy a house. It's your new home. If it's dark every time you come home, it doesn't feel like a home."

Recalling what she said, it's heartbreaking; you can see how much she couldn't accept Mr. Tang's passing.

He stood by the bed with a slight frown, but finally got into bed and slept with her in his arms as always.

The night was quiet, and she didn't dream, perhaps because of the sense of security he exuded.

The next morning, under a clear blue sky, Su Xue sent a message early in the morning, suggesting a spring outing.

Tang Junyao typed a few messages in the chat interface, made up a lie, and said that she had something to do today and couldn't come along. She didn't reveal what had happened in the past few days, not wanting Su Xue to feel guilty or worry.

If Su Xue finds out, she definitely won't go out with Lu Jinnan today; she'll definitely come over.

After replying to the message, I saw that Ji Hancheng was still asleep, and I wondered to myself, isn't he going to the company today?

I moved a small stool, sat on the carpet, took out paper and pen, and started making plans for today and tomorrow.

The caption reads: A schedule for saying goodbye to the past.

I started hiking because I often climbed small hills with my grandfather when I was a child. At that time, my grandfather was not very old and did not have pancreatic cancer. He would always accompany me to find the beauty of nature, release my unhappy emotions, and shout into the mountains to vent.

Rock climbing is a sport she has loved since college. She goes rock climbing whenever she encounters difficulties, and each time she succeeds, she feels a different state of mind.

One activity after another was chosen: boxing, cycling, dancing, piano playing...

Her grandfather taught her all of these skills; even riding a bicycle was taught to her by a professional he found.

Ji Hancheng had already woken up. He sat on the bed, watching the woman on the floor busily writing something. He was very curious. He had thought she would be gloomy when she woke up in the morning, but she wasn't. He quietly got out of bed, stood behind her, glanced at what was on the paper, and asked, "Are we going today?"

She didn't turn around, but replied, "Okay, you go to work. I'll go by myself. Don't worry."

Ji Hancheng lied, "My father won't let me go to the company. He wants me to prepare for the wedding, so I can only stay at home. Why don't you take me to experience your schedule?"

She turned her head, trying to find a clue on his face, but he was expressionless and very serious. She knew there was some worry in him, even if he didn't show it. "Okay, time is a bit tight."

Try to get your emotions in order before Monday.

The two hurriedly changed their clothes, and after they were dressed, Ji Hancheng asked, "Bike or car?"

Tang Junyao thought for a moment, her face showing no sadness, "You drive the bike."

Ji Hancheng knew she was a little reluctant to touch the car because it was a gift from Grandpa Tang, so he said, "Okay."

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Ji Hancheng lifted his long legs, hopped onto the hood, and started the engine. Tang Junyao, who was standing beside him, was lost in thought, staring intently at the car until a hand landed on her head, bringing her back to her senses. She forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

After getting in, she tightly hugged his waist with both hands. The car sped along the roads of the capital, and memories flashed before her eyes. Tears drifted away with the speed of the car, burying themselves in a corner. She raised one hand to wipe them away and continued to hug him.

Ji Hancheng, who was ahead, naturally sensed her change, but he remained silent and didn't expose it.

The car stopped at the foot of a mountain. He got out, took a hat, and put it on her head. "It's a bit too sunny to wear this."

"Um."

They walked side by side, one square at a time, without saying a word. They were just quietly climbing the mountain, as if they really were there to climb a mountain. Each square they took was a farewell to the past, stepping over memories and heading towards the future. There was no turning back, only the road ahead, as long as they didn't look back.

Upon reaching the summit, Ji Hancheng remained silently watching over her, not disturbing her. Standing in one spot, she called out to the mountains again and again, a method her grandfather had taught her.

After shouting, she turned to Ji Hancheng and smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. "This is a way for me to vent my emotions that my grandfather taught me. When I was little, whenever I was unhappy or did poorly on a test, my grandfather would take me hiking to vent. After venting, we would keep trying. My grandfather often said that hiking is like walking through life. You can't jump and leap on a steep cliff. You have to be careful step by step and not make any big mistakes. Once you make a mistake, it will be irreversible and you may be shattered to pieces."

"At the time, I didn't understand what Grandpa meant because I was too young. Now I think I understand what Grandpa was implying. He was subtly telling me that he had made a mistake and couldn't change it."

Ji Hancheng listened quietly to her story, walked closer to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and together they gazed at the scenery of half of the capital. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "No matter what, you still have me. I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me."

She reached out and wrapped one arm around his waist, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder. Quiet companionship is always the most healing and respectful thing, without elaborating on her thoughts or telling him what to do.

Everyone has their own thoughts and their own unique ways of dealing with emotions.

After climbing the mountain, the two went to the climbing gym to climb. They started to compete in speed, and Ji Hancheng intentionally slowed down during the climb to wait for her.

They did the things on the list one by one. When they got to the last two items, piano and boxing, they chose to play the piano first so that their hands wouldn't shake while playing. The venue they chose was Tiss Club, which was occasionally booked for people to confess their love by playing the piano.

Half of the list was completed by the end of the day. To prevent Tang Junyao from becoming exhausted, Ji Hancheng suggested continuing tomorrow, and she did not object. She slept very peacefully that night, and Ji Hancheng was also very well-behaved, simply staying by her side and holding her.

On Sunday, because Ji Hancheng secretly lit incense to help her sleep the night before, Tang Junyao didn't get up in the morning and slept until 10 o'clock. After waking up and having lunch, it was already 11:30.

I spent the whole morning in bed.

In the afternoon, there were only a few clerical staff at Tiss. Surprisingly, Han Yue was in the office, and Ji Hancheng led Tang Junyao into the office.

Han Yue lay on the sofa, preparing to take a nap, looking quite relaxed. Seeing that Tang Junyao's mood had improved considerably, Ji Hancheng teased Han Yue a bit, "Didn't you try to get closer to my sister-in-law?"

Han Yue lay lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, looking every bit like a carefree prince.

"So free today, something's up?" He glanced at Tang Junyao behind him.

"I'd like to borrow the piano from your clubhouse," Ji Hancheng said.

"Our family's terrible sense of direction shouldn't be contagious. The piano is downstairs, and I didn't lock it. No need to pretend to be polite," Han Yue retorted to Ji Hancheng in front of Tang Junyao.

Ji Hancheng: "I mainly wanted to see if you were lovesick. If you were depressed, I could even send you some medicine."

"Thank you and your whole family," Han Yue said.

Ji Hancheng led Tang Junyao to the first floor. She slowly sat down. It had been many years since she had played music. She wanted to flip through the sheet music, but she saw a possible piece of sheet music on the piano. In an instant, she felt that the sheet music seemed quite suitable, especially for the current scene.

Clench your fist, then relax it, press each note, and a beautiful song might begin to play in Tiss, each note drifting through Tiss.

Her piano playing wasn't the best, but it wasn't bad either; it was much better than many professionally trained people. She controlled every rhythm very well. Ji Hancheng stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Tang Junyao on the stage. This was the first time he had seen Yao Yao play the piano. It was beautiful and charming, but there was sadness on her face, which he noticed.

I feel a little sorry for her.

An annoying voice rang in my ears, "Does your wife know?"

Ji Hancheng responded calmly, "Mm."

Han Yue, with one hand in his pocket and the other smoking, glanced at Tang Junyao on the stage. "She's in pretty good shape. It's not as serious as you initially thought. It seems you have a lot of misunderstandings about your wife."

"If you can't speak properly, you can shut up," Ji Hancheng rolled his eyes at him. Only Xixi could cure this foul mouth.

"I'm just reminding you to spend more time getting to know your wife," Han Yue replied, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Thank you, but please clear the snow from your own doorstep before spouting nonsense. Go pick out your best man outfits next Sunday."

Han Yue paused, his hand holding the cigarette twitching, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Where's the bridesmaid?"

Ji Hancheng never looked at Han Yue, and said impatiently, "What do you think? Did a donkey kick your brain?"

Han Yue wasn't angry at all; instead, his smile widened. "Alright, do you want to take it and try it on?"

"No need. My wife said that Xixi is studying hard lately, and the designer will be going there to take measurements. Your plan probably won't be able to come to fruition." Ji Hancheng was in a much better mood, and Tang Junyao's complexion on the stage also improved a lot.

A piece of music can be a release, a farewell to the future, a recollection of the past, and a burial.

Han Yue scoffed, "I don't have time on Sundays. Have the designer come and take the measurements. I'm very busy."

"Well, you don't have to participate. I'll find another groomsman for Xixi. I think Yan Zhun is a good choice."

Han Yue said sternly, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Han Yue instantly thought of the helmet Lan Yunxi had touched before leaving, and stared at Ji Hancheng meaningfully, saying, "Your wife probably doesn't know that you buried Su Yu's helmet here with me."

It's just a burial, Han Yue won't wear it, and no one will touch it in his life.

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng didn't feel embarrassed. He curled his lips slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and watched the woman on stage lost in the music. "Ninja God Su's stuff is perfect for this."

Han Yue frowned slightly upon hearing the nickname. "That's a pretty good one. You should find one for yourself sometime."

Ji Hancheng quickly replied, "Brother-in-law."

Han Yue smiled but did not answer. In his mind, Lan Yunxi's infectious smile filled his mind, and he unconsciously smiled as well.