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

15 minute later.

The manager, accompanied by waiters, personally brought in the dishes with a broad smile.

Su Xue: Sure enough, the way rich people make their entrance is different. Even the manager came in person. Usually, when I need to find the manager, he has to make his presence known by slowly making his way over.

Then, in a formulaic way, ask, "What happened?"

Halfway through the meal, the manager was signaled by Han Yue to leave.

Su Xue was starving, so she picked up her chopsticks without hesitation and took a bite of the dish. Her taste buds were overwhelmed by the familiar flavor. How come...? She didn't hide her thoughts at all: "Yao Yao, you should try this dish. It tastes almost the same as what you make."

Tang Junyao picked up the dish that Su Xue had turned to her chest with some skepticism, then paused, realizing that it wasn't just similar, it was exactly the same.

However, she didn't find it strange after a while. Her cooking skills were taught by the maid, and some were taught by her grandfather. Her mother also did it this way. Perhaps the chef and the maid were from the same hometown.

There are more than just one or two people who can do it!

Dishes cooked in the same place taste the same, and the spices used are also the same.

Su Xue was eager to confirm her thoughts, and staring at her intently, she asked, "How is it? Is it the same?"

Tang Junyao didn't hide anything, "Yes, we used the same spice."

Ji Hancheng picked up the chopsticks in front of him with his slender fingers, put a little bit in his bowl, and tasted it.

He had eaten a home-cooked meal by Tang Junyao, which suited his taste perfectly, so he remembered it vividly.

They are exactly the same, but I still feel that her cooking is more to my liking.

He put down his chopsticks and turned to ask Han Yue, "Tihou's chef has changed."

He remembered that the previous chef didn't taste like this; in fact, the flavor was more pronounced.

Han Yue thought to himself that this person was really picky, knowing that the chef had been changed just from this dish: "No, the original chef is still here. The chef who cooked this meal today is a new chef, so you can have a taste."

Su Xue understood a bit of what he said and exclaimed in surprise, "You own Tihou?" Her voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

Tihou Hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Beijing, with the most avant-garde interior design and even its chefs are well-known both domestically and internationally.

You need to make reservations in advance for accommodation and meals here.

The legendary boss never shows his face; many people say he's an old man.

And then, the boss actually sat down across from me?

Han Yue didn't seem to think anything of it and said lazily, "This is also Young Master Ji's hotel. I'm just a minor shareholder."

Lu Jinnan didn't like hearing this and looked down on him, "You're a minority shareholder even with 40% of the shares."

This hotel is Ji Hancheng's private property, and not a single penny of the Ji family's money has been used.

Privately, the assets he collaborates with Han Yue on are not limited to this one.

Tang Junyao remained remarkably calm, showing no surprise like Su Xue, and instead finding it normal.

Furthermore, it has nothing to do with her!

Ji Hancheng's gaze kept drifting towards her.

Tang Junyao's indifferent attitude made him feel uncomfortable, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

Su Xue blurted out, "Young Master Ji, you're really something." Logically, she calculated that Yao Yao could be considered a billionaire's wife.

Tang Junyao gave her a disapproving look, "Even food can't shut you up."

Su Xue just grinned foolishly.

Throughout the meal, Tang Junyao ate in silence, because she was genuinely hungry and had expended a lot of energy.

We have to make up for the lost calories.

Ji Hancheng ignored Su Xue's words. Instead, his deep eyes kept turning to the woman eating silently beside him, thinking to himself that she looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

The dinner party ended.

Tang Junyao didn't let her best friend take her home. Everyone present knew that she and Ji Hancheng lived under the same roof. If she were to be pretentious and ask Su Xue to take her home now, it would be an obvious insult.

The man in the car glanced at the woman who remained silent, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window. He parted his thin lips slightly and asked, "Where was the maid who taught you how to cook from?"

He has always been sharp-minded and insightful. Before getting on the bus, he asked Han Yue about the hometown of the Emperor's chef.

Han Yue: "He's from City A. What are you doubting? If you have any questions, I'll ask him for you."

Ji Hancheng: "No need for now, we'll talk about it if needed."

This was a brief conversation between the two a few minutes earlier.

Her eyes held surprise and suspicion. Why had this person suddenly become so concerned about her? "The maid is a local from Beijing. She's been taking care of my grandparents since she was younger. Is there a problem?"

Silence, as always.

Tang Junyao: You're sick. You answered but then ignored me. Would you die if you didn't act aloof?

Xu Mingkai was worried for his boss, saying, "You're going to kill yourself with this conversation."

After arriving at the Imperial Garden.

The two acted like strangers, each returning to their own rooms to wash up, which made her feel that the easing of their relationship over the past two days was an illusion.

Perhaps this person is just unpredictable; when they're in a good mood, they won't be sarcastic, but when they're in a bad mood, they'll make sarcastic remarks.

After taking a shower, she stood in front of the mirror changing into her pajamas and noticed a large red patch on her chest, along with some bruises, which were a little painful.

With her slender, fair hands, she unbuttoned her clothes to check for any other injuries, and as expected, there were bruises on her arms as well.

But it felt really good after venting, I was drenched in sweat, and the recent frustrations dissipated. But the consequence was that I was covered in injuries, and that man was really strong.

She went straight to the bedside table to look for the spray bottle, but found nothing there; she had forgotten it at the Tang residence.

What should I do? If I don't rub it open tonight, it will be even more bruised and painful tomorrow.

I've already taken a shower, but it's raining heavily outside, and I can't order takeout nearby, plus I don't have any medicine.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

She quickly snapped out of her daze, buttoned up her pajamas, straightened them, and opened the door. What greeted her was Ji Hancheng, dressed in dark blue pajamas, holding a tube of ointment and a spray in his hand.

So you're here to deliver medicine to yourself?

A delicate fragrance emanating from the girl's body entered his nostrils and filled his mind. He stared blankly at her neck, which was even more alluring after she had washed up, and her soft, luscious red lips.

Tang Junyao noticed his strange gaze, awkwardly adjusted her already intact pajamas, and said apologetically, "Young Master Ji... is there something you need?"

Her soft voice brought him back to his senses, and he pretended to be calm as he handed her the medicine: "Here, take this medicine. After all, I gave you the injection."

She reached out her delicate, slender hand to take the medicine. At the moment of handover, their fingertips touched, sending a shiver down her spine and making her feel a tingling sensation all the way to her feet.

She quickly took it and prepared to close the door: "Thank you, Young Master Ji, goodnight."

Just as the door was about to close, his slipper got stuck in the crack. He looked at her with an ambiguous expression and said, "Miss Tang, I just delivered the medicine, and you're already discarding me after using me without even asking about my injuries."

Her movements were stiff, and she guessed with suspicion, "You're not going to ask me to give you a medical checkup, are you?"

Ji Hancheng said matter-of-factly, "Isn't your profession a doctor? Examining external injuries should be a piece of cake for you."

He brought up the profession of doctors, who save lives and heal the wounded, implying that not letting him in would be a lack of professional ethics, and that he would definitely start to discredit himself.

Anticipating what would happen next, she reluctantly gave in and let him into the house, figuring he wouldn't do anything to her anyway.

It was my first time in her room.

It's very simple and austere. The four-piece duvet set isn't a girly pink, but rather navy blue stripes, which is similar to his taste. He wouldn't be able to stand it if the duvet cover were changed to pink or cartoonish in the future.

He was like a leader coming to inspect, looking around every corner, and then sitting down on her bedside without a care in the world.

Tang Junyao: ".............." Have you lost your mind?