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

After sending the message, Han Yue immediately merged and selected the short essay that Lan Yunxi had posted, and forwarded it to his mother.

upstairs.

When Han's mother came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, she saw the phone on the bed flashing. She walked over while tidying her pajamas, bent down, picked up the phone, and unlocked it to check the messages.

After reading the information.

A crack suddenly appeared on her usually aloof face; the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she quickly typed on the screen: "Looks like you have good taste."

After sending the message, I threw my phone back on the bed and went back into the bathroom to blow-dry my hair.

downstairs.

Han's father and Han Guoguo finally finished unpacking the packages. They were so tired. They told themselves again that they would never buy anything like this again.

Two pairs of shoes were found among a pile of packages. Both were white and very young. When Han's father saw the shoes, he felt a pang of heartache for a second.

This was obviously not bought for him, because he's too young.

"Guoguo, are you sure these shoes are for Daddy? Aren't they a bit too young?"

Han Guoguo quickly waved her hand, "No, no, Brother Yu, this suits your current style. If you and your brother walk together outside, you'll look like brothers. Who would know you're father and son?"

"Right, bro? I'm talking to you."

Han Yue acted as if he hadn't heard Han Guoguo's conversation with her father, and was seriously chatting with Lan Yunxi, giving a perfunctory reply: "Mm".

Han Guoguo was delighted to see her brother giving her so much face. "See? My brother is quite the talker. You can be a little skeptical of what I'm saying. He's usually not very talkative, and he's already admitted it, so why don't you believe him?"

The confident Mr. Han believed that his daughter's shoes were bought for him. Although he still had a slight doubt deep down, he couldn't bear to ask any more questions. If his daughter said so, then so be it.

I was so happy! My daughter said that she was young and sweet-talking, and even my usually quiet son thought so.

After tidying up the packages, Han Guoguo held a silk scarf and a tank top undershirt and stuffed them into her father's chest. "Brother Yu, are you going upstairs? Could you give these to Sister Lu for me? I bought these for her. I have some things to do and need to go upstairs later."

Looking at the gifts and shoes in his arms, Mr. Han was extremely gratified and happy. It felt so good to have a little darling.

Who would have thought that this powerful figure who commands respect outside is someone who can be overjoyed at home by a single word from his son or daughter?

All the warmth and the most adorable side of her were given to her beloved family.

Han Yue replied to his mother in the chat box: She is fine.

These three simple words perfectly illustrate Han Yue's affirmation of the little girl.

Like a diligent little bee, Han Guoguo started sweeping, tidying up the trash, and mopping the floor. After finishing all these tasks, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at Han Yue, and said, "Excuse me, sir, could you please move your long legs that are in the way?"

Han Yue: "You're itching for a beating again, aren't you?"

Han Guoguo retorted, "Is your head itchy?"

Just as the two were about to fight again, Han's mother's cold voice rang out from the stairwell, "That's enough. How old are you?"

Upon hearing this, the two immediately stopped their fighting stances.

Han Guoguo took several photos of the diamonds on the suitcase.

It's 11:30 p.m.

Han Yue was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when his phone suddenly rang with a text message from Lan Yunxi, whom he had been longing for.

He thought the little girl was asleep, but then she sent him a message at this hour. Han Yue's rare drowsiness vanished, and he sat up straight again after lying down on his side, leaning against the headboard with boundless energy.

A natural smile played on his lips as he opened his phone to read Princess Xiaoxi's message: "Brother Yue, are you asleep? I miss you. I can't sleep because I miss you so much."

Lan Yunxi: If you're asleep, that's fine, but remember to dream about me.

The little girl becomes listless when she's sick, but starts teasing everyone as soon as she gets better.

Han Yue typed quickly: Do you want to make a video call?

Just a few seconds after the message was sent, the video call came in from the girl's side. Lan Yunxi's face quickly appeared on the screen. Because she had been running a fever for several days, her originally chubby face now looked as if it had been sliced ​​off by a knife.

Her face was a little pale, and her lips weren't as rosy as they should be. Han Yue felt a pang of heartache seeing this, and his longing welled up inside him as he asked, "Xiao Xi, are you feeling better?"

On the other end of the video call, Lan Yunxi sat on the bed, the blanket falling onto her curled-up knees, and nodded slightly. "Did you miss me?"

Han Yue pursed his lips. "I want to."

It was no longer "yes" but "I want to," which made Lan Yunxi very happy. Her Yue-ge was finally willing to express his true feelings. It was still a long way from saying he loved her.

Lan Yunxi's slightly flushed face was facing the screen, her eyebrows and eyes curved, like a ray of light quickly shining into his heart.

"I miss you too, I miss you so much. My brother said you came to see me last night. You can't do that again. It takes at least 8 hours to go back and forth, not even counting the time you drove to the manor."

Lan Yunxi said with heartache, her little mouth opening and closing.

Han Yue looked closely, and for a moment he wanted to kiss him.

"I'm not tired, I slept on the plane."

"Okay, but I can't rush like this in the future, it hurts me to see it."

Han Yue agreed, "Okay."

Seeing that the little girl seemed a bit down, she probably missed him. A question popped into my head: "Xiao Xi, do you want to see something good?"

Lan Yunxi stared wide-eyed at the camera, her face full of curiosity. "What's this cool stuff?"

Han Yue thought for a moment and decided that it wasn't exactly cool, but it was definitely a bit of an eyesore.

His computer boots up very quickly, in 3 seconds. He taps a few times on the laptop, opens a folder, and then points the webcam at the computer screen.

Lan Yunxi is really drawn to Han Yue's hands. It's not just his good looks that attract her, but also his hands. They're full of tension, both alluring and wild. How could she not like them?

Han Yue tapped the computer with his index finger, and a beautiful photo appeared in front of Lan Yunxi. The girl was stunned. Why did it look so familiar? Was it a beautiful woman she had seen somewhere before?

With her chin resting on her hand and an adorable expression, a face flashed through my mind, as if I could spot a familiar one. "Brother Yue, does my brother-in-law have a younger sister or older sister?"

Lan Yunxi stared intently at the computer screen, almost as if she were staring a hole through it.

"An only son." Han Yue explained succinctly, leaving it to the little girl to guess.

Several minutes passed, and even after scrutinizing the photo, Lan Yunxi still couldn't guess. Han Yue smiled and pointed the phone camera at himself, "Didn't expect that?"

Lan Yunxi was genuinely surprised. She shook her head honestly, her brows furrowing slightly as she continued to ponder the question.

Han Yue gave a bombshell answer: "Your brother-in-law."

Although the joke is a bit unethical, it can make the little girl happy and prevent her from feeling down.

Lan Yunxi's mouth was wide open, she was out of control, completely bewildered, and couldn't find her bearings. She stood there frozen, unable to utter a single word.

Han Yue looked at the adorable little girl in the video with such doting eyes, and chuckled, "Don't believe me?"

You could tell from the little girl's expression that she didn't believe it and was quite surprised.

Han Yue adjusted the camera on his phone, pointed it at the computer, then held the phone in one hand with the camera pointed at the computer, and used the other hand to operate the mouse on the keyboard, using computer technology to change Ji Hancheng's women's clothing into a handsome suit.

In an instant, the beautiful woman turned into a handsome man, all within seconds.

Lan Yunxi was speechless, "................."

Okay, she believed it, completely believed it, because she had used this technique before, once when dressing Tong Xuxu in women's clothing.

Does my brother-in-law have any unusual fetishes? Why does he dress up as a woman, yet he looks surprisingly good?

After regaining her senses, she burst into laughter, her infectious and unrestrained laughter emanating from the phone screen.

Han Yue turned off the computer and put it aside. He turned the webcam back on, pointed it at himself, and watched the little girl happily without saying a word.

As long as the goal and effect are achieved, that's good.

He felt a little sorry for Ji Hancheng. When Ji Hancheng climbed onto the balcony, he asked Ji Hancheng to cooperate in turning off the camera and power. Ji Hancheng was just being cautious and wanted to see what this guy was up to.

Little did he know that this would happen. At the time, he was sitting in Tiss's chair smoking when he saw the video. He quickly took a screenshot of the whole thing with his mouse.

After admiring him closely, he almost fell off his chair. The cigarette ash landed on his leg, burning a red mark, so much so that for a long time, whenever he saw Ji Hancheng, he would have the illusion that he was dressed as a woman.

However, Ji Hancheng must not know about this. It's one thing for Ji Hancheng's wife to know, but it's another thing for him to know. Ji Hancheng also cares about his reputation, so it's enough for him to see it in private.

A deep, magnetic voice rang out, "Are you happy?"

Lan Yunxi nodded hurriedly. It really was funny. She never expected her brother-in-law to have such a dark history.

Finally, Lan Yunxi asked Han Yue's brother-in-law why he was dressed in women's clothing. He explained the general situation, which was to avoid the Lan family's bodyguards and avoid conflict while also seeking Tang Junyao's forgiveness.

Lan Yunxi was moved by what she heard. It was really admirable that her brother-in-law would dress in women's clothing and climb over the wall for her sister.

The story is over, and it's late, 1:30.

Neither of them were sleepy at all, but staying up late was bad for Lan Yunxi, who had just recovered from a fever, as her body was already weak.

Han Yue glanced at the still excited little girl and said softly, "Xiao Xi, go to sleep."

As expected, he was unwilling and shook his head reluctantly.

"Listen to me, it's late."

"You have to go to work tomorrow, right?" Lan Yunxi asked.

It's not good for me to stay up all night with her if I have to go to work; she won't have any energy tomorrow. She took the day off so she can sleep tomorrow.

"Um."

Lan Yunxi puffed out her cheeks, reluctantly saying, "Alright then, goodnight, remember to miss me."

"it is good."

Han Yue suggested, "Don't go to class tomorrow."

"Yes, my brother gave me two days off. I'll be off tomorrow. Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Lan Yunxi rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at Han Yue's sharply defined features, and couldn't help but kiss the screen.

Han Yue's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his heart felt as if it had been struck by something. "Xiao Xi."

The girl, oblivious to her own flirting, wore an innocent and pure expression, completely unaffected. "Um, what's wrong?"

Han Yue sighed, composed himself, and said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Okay, goodnight, I miss you.

Lan Yunxi was afraid that Han Yue wouldn't say he missed her, so she hurriedly hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

How could someone as observant as Han Yue not notice this detail? He shook his head helplessly, realizing that he hadn't done enough and the little girl was being self-conscious.

Type in the chat: I miss you too, Xiaoxi, goodnight.

After a pause, Lan Yunxi sent a spinning emoji, which clearly reflected her true feelings—she was very happy.

Han Yue thought to himself that he needed to express his true thoughts in the future, otherwise the girl would hide her disappointment.

She should be smiling happily, not suppressing her emotions because she feels wronged.

Fenghua Terrace Villa.

Completely unaware that his past had been exposed, Ji Hancheng was awakened by the vibration of his phone on the bedside table. Ever since Tang Junyao became pregnant, he had set an alarm for the approximate time when Yaoyao would go to the bathroom.

He raised his hand, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to wake up, when suddenly he was struck hard in the lower abdomen.

She couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm..."

He frowned and turned to look at the culprit's son, only to find that his son's stinky feet were hitting his lower abdomen, the little man at a 45-degree angle to him.

By the dim light, Ji Hancheng stared at his son, who was sleeping poorly. He used to sleep just as well as Yao Yao, but now that he's a little older, one bed isn't enough for him.

It can turn 360 degrees, and taking a nap is like performing a juggling act.

Thank goodness the brat held back; otherwise, that kick would have ruined the Ji family's seed planter.

Thinking this way, I gently took Xiaoyouzi's legs off, then got up, straightened the little one, and placed her in the middle of the crib, pulling the blanket over her.

Perhaps it was time, or perhaps it was the noise, but Tang Junyao slowly woke up and saw Ji Hancheng holding his son, placing him on the bed, and covering him with a blanket. Her heart warmed; it was a particularly cozy scene. This was what family was all about.

After completing his series of actions, he turned around and saw Tang Junyao looking at him with a smile. "What's wrong? What are you laughing about so late at night?"

Tang Junyao's smile deepened. "It's so good to have you."

"If I'm not good to you, who else should I be good to? You're my wife."

A man who has figured things out can spout sweet nothings without even thinking, and Tang Junyao was no exception. She found it incredibly sweet, as if honey had been poured into her body.

Seeing the woman beside him smiling sweetly, he smiled back and asked with concern, "Need to use the restroom?"

She did feel the urge to urinate and was woken up by the urge. "Okay, you go to sleep. I'll go by myself. I can still move around and go to the toilet."

She wasn't as delicate as he thought.

He didn't agree. Before he could answer, he got off the bed, walked to Tang Junyao's side, and put his arm around her waist. Only then did he open his mouth and say, "I said I want to be involved in everything you do during this pregnancy. I wasn't by your side when you were pregnant with Lele, and that's a regret I'll carry for the rest of my life. Do you want me to have that regret this time too? Mrs. Ji, be kind."

Hearing him say that, Tang Junyao was still touched. A thin mist covered her eyes as she composed herself. "Alright, since Mr. Ji is willing, I can't very well refuse. Having someone to eat with and someone to sleep with seems like having Mr. Ji accompany me to the toilet isn't so bad."

He slowly reminded her, his gaze sweeping over her lower body, "No rush."

Ji Hancheng felt no pain when his arm was patted; instead, he felt a sense of happiness.

After she finished using the toilet, he helped her back to bed and covered her with the blanket. He took care of everything, big and small, without her having to lift a finger. She was convinced that if someone were to invent a toilet-assistance device, Ji Hancheng would take her urine with him, so she wouldn't have to do anything.

He held her loosely, preparing to fall asleep. "Go to sleep quickly, or I'll have to take a shower again."

Tang Junyao chuckled, knowing what he meant. "Goodnight. It's so good to have you. I'm so happy."

She murmured softly in his arms. The room was quiet, and every word she said struck the deepest part of his heart. This was the result he wanted: for the rest of her life, she could feel happiness and love.

"You will be happier in the future, believe me."

These words were said to her, but also as a warning to myself.