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

After helping his son get dressed, Ji Hancheng went to the bathroom to take a shower. Tang Junyao was the first to finish showering.

She would lie in bed reading picture books to her son, and to avoid neglecting him, she moved the crib to the side of the large bed.

Little Yuzu lay in her crib, holding a toy in her hand, listening to her mother tell a story.

A moment later, Ji Hancheng came out. The man was wearing a gray silk nightgown with the cuffs rolled up at the elbows.

The muscles in his arms were taut and tense from carrying a basin of water, exuding a masculine charm.

Tang Junyao stopped reading the picture book and fixed her gaze on him. Who would have thought that the richest man in the capital would bring his wife water to wash her feet and massage her every night?

No one would believe it if I told them.

Ji Hancheng placed the foot bath water at the foot of the bed, then went to get a small stool and sat down, looking like he had prepared everything. "Yaoyao, come here, I'll massage your feet."

Tang Junyao slowly got out of bed and walked to the foot of the bed to sit down. He took off her shoes and gently lifted her feet into the water. "Is the water temperature okay?"

"It's not hot. This isn't the same bucket as yesterday. Did you buy another one?" The color is the same, but the material is obviously different.

As for why they didn't buy an automatic massage tub, it's because a certain man said he wanted to provide personal service.

His hands gently massaged her feet in the water, his movements practiced, and his deep voice slowly came over her, "This one is constant temperature, the previous one wasn't."

It gets cold quickly while soaking, so it's not very useful.

Driven by emotion, Tang Junyao leaned over and kissed Ji Hancheng's forehead. She was sitting on the bed, higher than Ji Hancheng, so she could just reach his forehead when she leaned over.

Receiving the deep affection, the man tilted his head back and kissed her lips directly, lingering for a moment.

Not far from the bedside, Little Yuzu heard the sound of water and prepared to get up and join in playing in the water. Before her little legs could even step out of the crib, Ji Hancheng ordered her to stop, "Lie down."

Little Yuzi pouted, looking dissatisfied. Lately, their relationship had deepened, and she had become much bolder. She glared at Ji Hancheng and then lay down.

The kid glared at me, and Ji Hancheng felt provoked. "This brat's temper has gotten worse lately. I think he's asking for trouble."

Tang Junyao chuckled, "That's because he knows you love him and won't hit him. He's very perceptive."

The Han family.

After receiving the message, Han Yue dragged Han Guoguo home. Han Guoguo, looking completely bewildered, was wandering around the living room, hands on her hips, pacing back and forth.

I'm really confused, what's wrong with my brother?

Han Yue walked quickly to the top of the stairs, then stopped and turned to call out to his sister, who was pacing in the living room, "Can you take the day off tomorrow?"

"Huh? Where am I supposed to go for an entrance?"

Han Guoguo kept her hands on her hips, her eyes fixed on her brother on the stairs.

"Blue City." A concise and to-the-point statement.

Han Guoguo thought she had misheard, but then she remembered that her brother's behavior that evening hadn't been quite right. "Did something happen to Xixi?"

"Um."

"Get ill."

Han Guoguo: "What illness?" It shouldn't be a common cold; you can tell from how worried her brother is.

Han Yue remained standing at the top of the stairs, not taking a step. "He has a fever."

As a doctor, Han Guoguo didn't think a fever was a big deal. She thought it was just from catching a chill or a common cold, and wondered if her brother was being overly anxious.

Using her professional medical skills, she said, "Brother, how about I explain fever to you? If it weren't for other bodily functions..."

"Can I ask for leave?"

Han Yue interrupted his sister's rambling, wanting a chance to show off, and asked again, his tone tinged with impatience.

Taking leave is definitely out of the question. With the Han family's status, she could take leave in a heartbeat, but is Han Guoguo that kind of person? Of course not.

She's already exhausted all her leave requests lately, and the HR department is exasperated by her. One minute it's her brother's wedding, the next it's her best friend's wedding. Surely she can't be asking for leave this time by saying it's her own wedding.

She had no idea where her boyfriend was, and quickly ran through the reasons in her mind.

Han Guoguo lowered her hands from her hips, walked up the stairs, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her brother. She even struggled to stand on tiptoe and reach out to hug her brother's shoulders. "I'm not going. You go by yourself. I'm someone who has to go to work, and you're someone who's going to inherit billions of assets. We're two different people."

Han Yue didn't shake off his sister's pig's trotters. "Speak like a human being."

"I've taken too many days off lately, I can't take any more, otherwise it won't look good if I'm too red in the hospital, especially since it's a dark red."

Although being infamous is still fame, she didn't want to be that high-profile. The title of "Queen of Time-Based Performance" was already enough; she couldn't add anything more.

"Can she sleep alone tonight?" The Han family home is so big, it's understandable that we're worried about this girl sleeping alone. We also don't know how many more days it will be before Han's mother and the others come back.

Han Guoguo looked around. There were servants and bodyguards downstairs, and the outside was surrounded by layers of fortifications. "It's no big deal. Look how impenetrable it is outside. Not even a fly can get in. How could I be carried away by ants? Go ahead and leave without worry."

These words sounded ominous. "Don't worry, go ahead," Han Yue thought, feeling a sense of unease. But time was of the essence, and he didn't want to argue with the girl. He pulled his sister's hand away and instructed, "Have Xiao Shuai take you tomorrow. Don't drive there secretly. Also, don't go to the dock alone until I'm back."

The docks are mostly filled with men, with only a few female clerical workers, but they mostly stay in the factory area and don't come out.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you to come back before I go."

"Han Guoguo made a sweet promise and waved her hand.

She won't go if Sister Lu and the others come back. It's too boring there. There's nowhere to go except to do aerobics or watch the uncles and grandpas unload goods and chat.

Within minutes, Han Yue had packed his things and gone downstairs. Standing downstairs, he called out to Han Guoguo upstairs, "Stop causing trouble."

"Okay, okay, go ahead, go ahead."

Han Guoguo looked at her with a "don't worry" expression.

After Han Yue left the villa, he took out his phone and made a call to Xiao Shuai, "Add four more people to the shadows tomorrow."

He hung up the phone and instructed the bodyguard at the door, "Don't let the young lady go out tonight. She must get my permission before she goes out."

The bodyguards responded in unison, "Yes, young master."

Two hours later.

Han Yue parked his car at the entrance of the manor. He glanced at the several entrances and made a call to Lan Yunchen. "Hey, I want to see her."

Lan Yunchen paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then quickly recovered, "Pretty fast."

The call was disconnected shortly after the call ended, and the bodyguard at the entrance answered a call shortly afterward. It was undoubtedly Lan Yunchen who made the call, and the entrance was quickly opened.

Han Yue's car drove into the manor.

It was already past midnight. He didn't knock on the door. After getting out of the car, he stood at the door waiting for Lan Yunchen to open it. Han Yue thought that if Lan Yunchen would let him in, he would open the door.

Sure enough, the door opened a moment later. As expected, it was Lan Yunchen, dressed in his pajamas, who opened the door. Seeing Han Yue's travel-worn appearance, Lan Yunchen smiled and said, "Quite a rush. Going back tomorrow?"

"Okay." On the way here, Sister Lu sent a message saying that she needed to help him sign a document tomorrow. The Han family has always put integrity first in business, so they can't break their promise this time. They can only go back to do what they agreed to.

I'll definitely be leaving tomorrow.

This softened Lan Yunchen's heart, and he also thought more highly of Han Yue. His sister had a fever, yet he took a flight of more than four hours to come here, only to stay for a while before going back tomorrow. He appreciated Han Yue's thoughtfulness.

His face remained expressionless, and he said calmly, "Come in."

Han Yue's footsteps were very light, knowing that the Lan couple were asleep.

Lan Yunchen led Han Yue to Lan Yunxi's room, which was also Han Yue's first time going up this staircase.

Lan Yunchen opened the door to Lan Yunxi's room but didn't go in; he just stood at the doorway. "Come in. Do you need to wash up?"

"Thanks."

Just a few minutes later, Lan Yunchen brought him new toiletries, then closed his eyes and shut the door.

Hearing the noise, Shen Muyun and Lan Chumu both came out of their rooms. Lan Chumu frowned and walked towards her daughter's room with concern, preparing to open the door, but was stopped by Lan Yunchen, "Han Yue is inside."

Lan Chumu paused, her hand gripping the doorknob, then quickly withdrew it, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. "Did you rush here specifically because Xixi is sick?"

"Yes, I'll go back tomorrow." This was a way of telling Lan's father that time was of the essence.

Shen Muyun pondered for a while, and finally said, "This child is quite sensible. He rushed back and forth just to take care of Xixi. Let's go, Yunchen, you should go to sleep too, it's already past midnight."

Actually, none of the family slept when Xixi was sick. Although only Lan Yunchen was in the room watching over his sister before Han Yue came, neither Lan's parents slept.

"Hmm." Lan Yunchen glanced at the closed door and left with his parents.

Inside Lan Yunxi's room, Han Yue didn't bother to admire the layout; as soon as he entered, all eyes were drawn to the person curled up on the bed.

He approached gently and noticed that the girl's brows were furrowed because she was uncomfortable. He wanted to touch her, but then he remembered that he hadn't washed up yet after getting off the plane, so he turned around and took the toiletries that Lan Yunchen had given him into the bathroom.

After washing up, I glanced around at the cosmetics on the girl's vanity and their arrangement before leaving the bathroom.

The person inside the blanket probably hadn't completely recovered from the fever; her face was flushed, and her brows were furrowed. Han Yue half-squatted down and reached out to touch Lan Yunxi's forehead; it was slightly hot.

He turned around and went to the bathroom again, took Lan Yunxi's towel and placed it on her forehead, moved a stool over and sat on the edge of the bed, half of his body lying on the bed, reaching out to stroke her eyebrows.

He soothed it little by little, each touch was extremely gentle, each touch was filled with heartache, and even his brows were constantly furrowed.

The little girl was no longer her usual lively and energetic self; she looked listless and exhausted, as if she had been sick for two days and her body had been completely drained.

Towels were changed one after another. The medicine took effect. Lan Yunxi was very hot and kicked off the blanket, sticking one leg out. Then her hand also came out of the blanket. Han Yue touched it and found it was sticky with sweat.

The little girl loves cleanliness and freshness, so I had to wash the towel again to dry her off.

Holding a towel in one hand, he gently lifted her arm with the other and wiped it little by little, very carefully, as if he were holding a rare treasure.

The sweat on her body was wiped away, and she felt much more refreshed. Lan Yunxi's brows slowly relaxed, and Han Yue touched her forehead with his hand and found that it was no longer hot.

Still not entirely reassured, I grabbed the bedside thermometer and measured my forehead. It read 36.7 degrees Celsius, which is normal.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, relaxed. His brows stopped furrowing. He covered the little girl with the blanket, held her hand in one hand, leaned on the edge of the bed, and kissed the back of her hand with extreme tenderness.

The comfortable warmth traveled through his palms to Lan Yunxi's body; the two lovers could always feel each other's presence.

Lan Yunxi's eyes were closed. Whether she was talking in her sleep or in a semi-conscious state, she mumbled something, looking aggrieved, "Brother Yue."

Upon hearing this, Han Yue opened his mouth, holding her hand with one hand and stroking her face with the other, "Yes, I'm here."

Lan Yunxi: "Brother Yue..."

It seemed the little girl missed her and wasn't fully awake. She leaned down and placed a reluctant kiss on her forehead.

It was as if a dry branch had been moistened by a drop of rain.

But it doesn't quench your thirst.

Time passed second by second, and it was almost dawn. Sister Lu had agreed to sign the contract at 10:30, so there was still time.

The little girl's fever had subsided, but she was sleeping soundly, so I couldn't bear to wake her and quietly left the room.