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

Boxing gym room.

On stage, Tang Junyao, wearing red boxing gloves and a mouthguard, skillfully performed a series of warm-up exercises.

Ji Hancheng put on his gear, stood opposite her, took a step forward, helped her tidy up her equipment, and then stepped back to take a look.

After exercising for a few minutes, Tang Junyao asked expressionlessly, "Are you done?"

Ji Hancheng snapped out of his reverie and replied, "Yeah, be careful."

Tang Junyao did not answer the question, but instead threw a punch directly. She did not want to waste a single second. Her movements were swift, her punches were quick, and her body was light, but the force of each punch was not light.

Ji Hancheng knew he had to throw a punch; he couldn't just keep dodging, otherwise she wouldn't be able to vent her anger. His strength was greater than Tang Junyao's, and the force of his punch brought wind to Tang Junyao's face. She quickly dodged it.

On stage, the two fought fiercely, exchanging blows one after another, tirelessly and without fatigue. Ji Hancheng, on the contrary, seemed to enjoy it. However, whenever Tang Junyao was hit by him, he would always frown with heartache, while Tang Junyao would not even flinch.

He knew she was letting go, reminiscing, and venting.

All I can do is stay by your side.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Han Yue leaned limply against the doorframe of the boxing gym, watching the couple on stage engage in a love-hate relationship with great interest. He found it quite amusing, thinking that Ji Hancheng had rather unusual tastes.

He took out his phone from his pocket, found the little princess's picture, and filmed a perfect video of the intense battle on stage, capturing every point perfectly. After filming, he sent it over.

Then, satisfied, he held his phone in one hand and a cigarette between the other, taking occasional puffs. A notification popped up: Lan Yunxi's message: ?

Lan Yunxi's messages came in a barrage, one after another without stopping: Ah............Brother Yue, are these my sister and brother-in-law?

Lan Yunxi: Am I seeing things? Are they boxing? My sister knows boxing?

Lan Yunxi: You're so handsome! Yue-ge, take another picture of me, and add a selfie of yours too. I miss you.

Han Yue was fine at first, and he could tell from the girl's excitement in her words. But when he saw the last sentence, his lips trembled as he bit down on his cigarette, and he almost dropped it. The girl always said whatever came to mind without any reservations: "Your sister can also dance and play the piano."

Lan Yunxi: Really? Really? That's so exciting! My sister is so amazing! What an incredible combination it is for my sister and brother-in-law to spar!

Han Yue: ".............."

The fighting on stage was intense, while the conversation offstage was lively; everyone had their own space.

Lan Yunxi, who had no idea why, thought it was her sister's new skill. She shared the video on Fairy Fortress and thought her sister and brother-in-law were both very cool and a good match.

The group chat exploded instantly. Su Xue knew that Yao Yao could box, and she had refused when she invited her to go out yesterday. Over the years, she knew Yao Yao well. She wouldn't box unless she was venting or unhappy. It was a habit that Yao Yao had developed over the years.

So Su Xue was certain that Yao Yao was unhappy. They had agreed to try on wedding dresses today after get off work, but it seemed there was no need to. Yao Yao must have her own things to do.

Su Xue privately messaged Xi Xi: Xi Xi, please withdraw the video. I'll explain the reason to you later.

Su Xue didn't mean to keep Han Guoguo from seeing it; she was afraid that after Yao Yao's injury, she would discover that another side of her had been revealed to everyone. What they might see was Yao Yao's coolness on stage, but what Su Xue would see was Yao Yao's scars.

Lan Yunxi was quick; the video she sent was retracted in less than two minutes. Han Guoguo was stunned, holding her phone, not knowing what was going on. She watched for a while and wondered why it was retracted, but she did get a clear look at the boxing environment.

I'm pretty sure it's Tess, his brother's territory.

Han Guoguo immediately called Han Yue, who was chatting with Lan Yunxi at the time. Han Yue hung up on his sister without hesitation, but Han Guoguo kept bothering him. He finally answered, sounding annoyed, "Speak."

Han Guoguo paused for a moment, then quickly asked, "Brother, did you send the video to Xixi? Is Yaoyao in Tissot?"

Han Yue paused for a moment. Why did the little girl send the video to Guo Guo? It seemed she didn't know the reason. He was stunned. "What does it have to do with you? Go to sleep."

Han Guoguo pleaded, "Brother, please show it to me! I think Yao Yao is so cool, her punch and counterattack are amazing..."

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, I'm busy," Han Yue said impatiently.

"What are you busy with? Xixi has already gone back, and you're all alone," Han Guoguo exposed.

Han Yue took a deep breath; he didn't want to talk to his sister anymore—he was too tired.

Han Guoguo suddenly thought of something, "Brother, are you going to be a groomsman? Shall we go try on suits together today?" She thought that Yao Yao and Ji Hancheng were just having fun boxing to increase their affection, a kind of fun between husband and wife.

Han Yue: "The time has been changed to next week."

Han Guoguo's voice suddenly rose, "Huh? When was it changed? How come I didn't know? Why weren't you notified?"

Han Yue: It's already a miracle that Ji Hancheng's wife isn't autistic; she's practically inhuman for even thinking to notify you.

"Those who know you're going to be a bridesmaid will think you're so excited because the groom ran away and canceled the wedding. You're a bridesmaid, not the bride. Don't make a scene for yourself," Han Yue said speechlessly.

"Try reading the Bible when you have some free time," Han Yue said before hanging up the phone.

The chat in the group had stopped. Su Xue sent a private message to Lan Yunxi: "Xi Xi, don't worry. Yao Yao probably encountered something unpleasant and is just venting. She treats herself after boxing, and she has your brother-in-law to vent with her."

Lan Yunxi was still a little worried: Okay, then I won't ask for now, I'll wait until my sister is happy before I ask.

The people on stage fought for an hour or so. Tang Junyao was so tired that she lay down on the stage with her arms outstretched, legs together, and eyes closed.

Seeing this, Han Yue got up and left, closing the door behind him. He walked outside and said to a security guard, "You, come here. Guard this side and don't let anyone in. You can leave whenever the people inside come out."

Security guard: "Yes, boss."

Ji Hancheng sat down first, then lay down as well, crossed his arms behind his head, looked up at the pure white ceiling, and asked Tang Junyao beside him, "Feeling better?"

Tang Junyao opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. "I'm not that fragile." Then she turned her head and the two looked at each other. Ji Hancheng saw through her and felt uneasy and guilty. She couldn't hide it.

Well, she was definitely putting on a brave face, hiding her emotions, not wanting him to worry. Before, when she was alone, she could secretly hide away and cry, but now that he was around, it seemed like she couldn't hide these emotions anymore and could only find something to vent them out.

She quickly looked away and continued to stare at the ceiling as she spoke softly, "I admit I'm heartbroken. I've relied on my grandfather since I was little. He's my everything. I don't have a mother or a father. He's my everything. All my achievements are thanks to him. He's spent so much time and energy on me. You know what? After I found out what he was hiding, I felt like my world had collapsed."

When the only belief in your heart collapses, your whole world collapses with it. That's what she's going through now. She felt suffocated and miserable, but after two days of venting, with his company, she no longer felt lonely and seemed to have found some relief. She didn't feel so bad anymore.