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

After Tang Junyao finished speaking, she paused for a moment, perhaps reflecting on her past interactions with Old Master Tang. Ji Hancheng did not interrupt, but his expression was not good as he pursed his lips and remained silent, trying his best to be a quiet listener.

After a while, Tang Junyao continued to share, "When I was sick when I was little, my grandfather always stayed by my side. Several times I saw him wiping away tears in my drowsy state. Now I think that my grandfather probably felt guilty."

"After reading the diary and watching the video, I had a moment of doubt: was Grandpa's love for me a feeling of guilt or true love? Was Grandpa's upbringing of me an act of love or compensation? After two days, I figured it out: love, guilt, and compensation coexist. In the diary, there wasn't a single day that Grandpa didn't regret it. But there's no going back in life. All he could do was make amends and protect me."

"By signing a contract with Tang Xin to sever their father-son relationship, I think Grandpa probably wanted to protect Tang Xin as a father one last time. After that, they would no longer be father and son, and at the same time, he was telling Tang Xin to take care of himself. I think that's how it is. Hancheng, if something like this happened to Lele, you would probably choose to protect him this time too."

How many parents can put aside their own family for the greater good and make a decisive choice?

She didn't know because it hadn't happened to her, so she wasn't sure. Now that she was a mother herself, she felt like she could understand, yet she also felt like she couldn't fully understand.

But the only thing that's certain is that her grandfather loved her.

After a moment of silence, Ji Hancheng, who was staring at the ceiling, spoke up, "We won't let that happen."

A tear that had been suppressed for a long time finally flowed down her cheek, landing on the stage and spreading silently. She didn't wipe it away, letting the tear fall freely.

In the instant of silence, Ji Hancheng sensed something was wrong. He turned slightly, leaned over, and reached out to wipe her face. A thread broke, and he said with heartache, "You still have me. You don't need to suppress all your emotions. You can vent however you want. You can bite me, you can hit me, until you feel better."

Gentle words can always break down hidden emotions. Sometimes life's hardships can't make you cry, sometimes constant ridicule can't make you cry, but a simple "You're back" or "Have you eaten?" can easily break your defenses.

Ji Hancheng propped his head up with one hand and turned to the side.

Tang Junyao naturally turned around and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Her legs were sandwiched between his thighs, slightly bent, and his other hand pulled her towards his body.

The sound of sobbing echoed on the stage, staining his boxing uniform a deep, dark black. He cried for a very long time, until his hand, which was supporting his head, ached.

When she stopped and slowly stepped back, he looked down at her and asked, "Are you feeling better? If not, I have another good way to help you vent and completely forget about what's bothering you."

Tang Junyao, who had just finished crying, didn't delve into the meaning behind his words and simply replied, "What? Tell me."

He didn't say anything the next moment, but his actions directly told her what the method was. His chin was lifted, and his thin lips quickly covered hers. He removed the hand that was supporting his head and pressed it on the top of her head.

He leaned forward, blocking out the light so that all she could see was him. His pearly teeth were pried open, and surprisingly, Tang Junyao didn't refuse. Instead, she wanted to indulge herself once in a while, and this place seemed quite nice.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him slightly towards her, kissing him until they were both panting. Ji Hancheng, his eyes bloodshot, released her and asked hoarsely, "Want to?"

She smiled slightly. From now on, her memories of the stage would no longer be of her grandfather watching her train, but of their intimate moments. This change wasn't unacceptable. "Come on, is the door closed? Are there any cameras here?"

The next second, Ji Hancheng got up to lock the door. The security guard outside was very puzzled. Was it necessary for him to lock the door while he was guarding it? Who did he think he was?

Then Ji Hancheng found the location of the power switch, pulled the switch, and the room became dark in an instant. The window was still open, and a breeze was blowing the curtains, with a few rays of light faintly illuminating the dim room.

Ji Hancheng returned to the stage, lay down beside her, and kissed her lips again, the kiss growing more intense. The atmosphere in the boxing gym became ambiguous, and the flowing curtains seemed to blend together.

The stage is no longer a stage, but a giant bed.

As time ticked by, the security guard at the gate kept hearing strange noises, which he thought were the sounds of pain from the two men punching each other.

An hour and a half later, Tang Junyao was carried out covered with clothes, nestled in his arms. No one could see her flushed face. When the security guard opened the door, he was taken aback.

The security guard watched the long legs disappear into the distance and couldn't help but fall into deep thought: Was it that ruthless? He was beaten so badly that he couldn't walk anymore.

As he was going down the stairs, he ran into Han Yue sitting at the bar. Han Yue gave Ji Hancheng a meaningful look and said playfully, "When you're done, remember to transfer the room fee to me. I don't accept freeloading."

Luckily, Tang Junyao was hiding under her clothes. If she hadn't been covered by clothes, she would have wanted to find a hole to crawl into. The consequence of such indulgence would have been embarrassment.

Ji Hancheng met Han Yue's flirtatious gaze, smiled, ignored him, and carried Tang Junyao out.

When his wife is in a good mood, Ji Hancheng is naturally in a good mood too.

In the underground parking lot, Ji Hancheng carried Tang Junyao to the passenger seat, lifted her clothes, and covered her up. Her clothes had all been changed, and her previous boxing uniform was lying in the trash can.

Her face was flushed, like a stir-fried lobster. Ji Hancheng asked in a good mood, "Yaoyao, what do you think of this method? Is it feasible?"

Tang Junyao didn't back down, raising her chin slightly, "It's alright." She tried to appear calm.

It was actually alright, at least I really forgot about the unpleasant things. I probably won't want to box anymore, since the bad memories will resurface.

Seeing her feigned composure, Ji Hancheng chuckled but didn't expose her. He walked around to the back of the car, opened the driver's side door, got in, and prepared to start the car. He operated the steering wheel with one hand, and as the car reversed out of the parking space, Tang Junyao turned her head and said, "Let's go to the cemetery."

Ji Hancheng paused on the steering wheel. "Okay." It was time to say goodbye.

By the time they arrived at the cemetery, the flush on her body had faded. Gazing at the quiet cemetery and listening to the clear, melodious birdsong, her annoyance vanished, and her heart gradually calmed down. She didn't ask Ji Hancheng to leave, but slowly squatted down.

Ji Hancheng squatted down to help tidy up the grass nearby.

Tang Junyao took out the wet wipes she had brought and wiped herself little by little. After a long while, she finally opened her mouth. Just as she was about to speak, Ji Hancheng bowed once and left, saying, "I'll wait for you over there."

She needs time to talk to her grandfather alone.

Tang Junyao noticed that Ji Hancheng was becoming increasingly adept at knowing when to advance and retreat. He didn't need any prompting; just a glance or a gesture was enough for him to understand what to do next.