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

After talking with Lan Yunxi, Han Yue went to Han Guoguo's room.

Han Yue knocked on the door but received no response. He knocked again but still no reaction. He guessed that the person was either asleep or listening to music with earphones in.

In the end, he still pushed the door open and went in, just in case Guoguo caused any trouble inside and he would have to clean up the mess.

After entering.

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

He leaned against the door frame with great interest, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his gaze fixed on his sister on the bed, her legs crossed, her hands resting on her lap with delicate fingers, her eyes closed in meditation.

It's really hard to imagine what's wrong with this girl again. The phone next to her is playing the Great Compassion Mantra on a loop in the room. The sound is very soft, so it's no wonder that Mr. Han said he didn't hear it.

Han Guoguo stood at the door for several minutes, still meditating quietly, completely unaware that someone was suddenly standing there. Han Yue looked at his sister with an idiotic expression, thought for a moment, took out his phone and took a picture of Han Guoguo meditating, then sent it to Lan Yunxi.

Lan Yunxi: What are you doing, Sister Guoguo?

Han Yue wasn't in a hurry to go in. He stood leisurely at the door and shared with Lan Yunxi: Becoming an immortal.

Lan Yunxi immediately sent a laughing emoji: I've got it! This seems to be meditation, accompanied by guided meditation audio. It's meant to help you relax and get rid of all the day's distractions. Guoguo, do you have something on your mind?

After reading Lan Yunxi's message, Han Yue frowned. Didn't she just come back from her trip?

Han Yue replied: Maybe he's having a fit.

As soon as she finished replying, Han Guoguo spoke with her eyes closed and her posture unchanged, "Esteemed benefactor, you have disturbed me. Please be polite."

Han Yue really wanted to slap her to death with his slipper. He strode over to her bedside, sat down, picked up his sister's phone, and glanced at the phone that was still playing the Great Compassion Mantra. "After your trip, you feel like you're suited to become an immortal. Do you want to be Nuwa or Chang'e, cultivating with your hair still intact?"

Han Guoguo remained unmoved and ignored her, continuing to meditate with her eyes closed in a serious manner.

Seeing that his sister didn't react, Han Yue wasn't in a hurry. He picked up his phone and typed in the meditation audio that Xiao Xi had mentioned. Instantly, the music was switched to the sound of flowing water in nature. Han Guoguo finally opened her eyes and glared at her brother who had disturbed her.

"You're so annoying. I'm clearing my mind. Everything is empty, you know?"

"You're just putting on a show; do you even know how your music matches your actions?"

Han Guoguo's eyes widened, her face full of confusion. "Isn't it the Great Compassion Mantra from the Buddhist scriptures?"

"You're meditating, not becoming a monk," Han Yue said confidently, as the young girl had already explained it to him.

"How did you know, brother? Have you done this before?" Han Guoguo never expected that her brother would know about this. She found it online. She was afraid that she would dream about embarrassing things again at night, so she thought it would be safer to clear her mind before going to sleep.

She can't just kiss him every night in her dreams. At this rate, she might just sleep with Su Yu in her dreams. That would be too much of a scoundrel.

It was agreed that no fillers would be made.

Han Yue ignored his sister's nonsense and asked directly, "Tell me what you want to clear?"

This was a sensitive question, and Han Guoguo definitely wouldn't answer it. "Hey, isn't it because you get older that you have more worries? Like, why does work start at 8? Why do I have to eat every day? And why am I terrible with directions? And so on..."

Han Yue was so noisy, he didn't want to listen to her rambling, so he quickly cut her off, "Stop, let's continue."

Han Guoguo couldn't keep up the story any longer. Luckily, Han Yue stopped her, otherwise the conversation would have gone way off track. Seeing her brother about to leave, she said, "Where are you going? Let's talk about the five yuan."

Han Yue had already stood up, looking down at his sister with his hands in his pockets, "Aren't you afraid of hindering your ascension to immortality?"

"I told you I was clearing away my worries, when did I say I became an immortal? You're so annoying."

Han Guoguo changed the subject, "During dinner, Sister Lu asked me if you had any plans to get engaged. What are you thinking? You don't mean you don't want to marry Xixi, do you?"

"Do I look like a thug or a scumbag?" Han Yue squinted at his sister dangerously.

Han Guoguo trembled at the warning look in her eyes. "I was just confirming, so that I can explain my feelings when Sister Lu asks next time. So, when are you planning to get engaged to Xixi?"

"Mind your own business, go take a shower and go to bed," Han Yue instructed.

Xiao Shuai was trained by Han Guoguo to become a race car driver, and now he boasts about his driving skills at the dock, making his younger brother quite envious.

After Han Yue finished showering, he went downstairs to pour out the water. Han's father was still worried about his daughter. Seeing his son come down, he hurried over and asked with concern, "Is Guoguo alright?"

Han Yue poured a glass of water. "Want some?"

Mr. Han glanced at the water in his son's hand and waved his hand, "No need. Drinking too much before bed makes it easy to need to urinate. As you get older, your bladder capacity decreases."

Han Yue didn't intend to discuss the bladder problem in detail with his father. He took a sip of water and went straight to Han Guoguo's issue: "She might be planning to become an immortal."

Han's father didn't understand what he meant. Thinking the worst, his voice broke, "What, Guoguo...?" Is she thinking of doing something drastic again?

Han's mother, sitting on the sofa, was also taken aback. Her expression grew colder and darker. Han Yue glanced at the couple and knew from their expressions that they had misunderstood and were probably thinking in that direction. He quickly explained, "Meditation, it's about letting go of bad emotions."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was clear that Han's father and mother breathed a sigh of relief. Han Guoguo's suicide was an indelible wound in their hearts.

Han Yue comforted her naturally, "Don't always think the worst. Guoguo isn't as fragile as you think. She's not the same Guoguo she used to be; she's 26 now."

He's grown up and become more sensible, but Han Yue didn't say that.

Mr. Han nodded. As long as his son and daughter were safe and sound, that was their greatest happiness. Finding a daughter-in-law and a son-in-law would be the icing on the cake, but if they couldn't find one, it wouldn't matter. Their family would still be very happy, and life would always get better and better.

They've already endured so much hardship before, what else can't they overcome? Their bottom line is their children.

Fenghua Terrace.

Tang Junyao was a little hungry again after finishing her meal. Her digestive system had been working incredibly well lately; it was clear that having one child was completely different from having two.

Little Youzi is already asleep at this time. Ji Hancheng said he needs to attend an international conference tonight and may not be home until 9:30.

The man who always reported everything to her sent her detailed messages, giving her a great sense of security. Tang Junyao always thought that love couldn't be kept under control. If someone's heart wasn't with you, it wouldn't matter if you checked their phone every day.

Loving someone comes from the heart. If someone cares about you, they will always tell you where they are, even if you don't ask where they are.

For example, Ji Hancheng now, from Monday to Friday, after dropping her off, he will send her a message reminding her to eat, to eat more of whatever she wants, and when he comes to pick her up in the afternoon, he will also send a message in advance saying, "I've arrived, take your time, don't rush."

On weekends, he would say, "Honey, I'm going to work. Remember to eat breakfast when you wake up." For example, if he was working overtime today, he would say, "Honey, I have to work overtime for a while. If you're sleepy, go to sleep first. If you want something to eat when you wake up, send me a message."

She could feel that this man's heart was always with her. It would be a lie to say she wasn't happy; she was very happy. She never imagined that one day this man would spoil her so much.

Wearing a shawl and a silk nightgown bought by her aunt Shen Muyun, she went downstairs, holding onto the stairs with one hand. Aunt Ji was still awake, sitting in the living room watching a TV series about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law battles, completely engrossed in it.

Hearing the noise on the stairs, Aunt Ji quickly got up and clapped her hands. "Young Madam, why did you come down? Are you hungry?"

Tang Junyao smiled slightly, a little embarrassed, "A little, does Aunt Ji have anything to eat?"

Aunt Ji strode into the kitchen and asked Tang Junyao, "What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

It's already 9 o'clock, and making it is quite a hassle. Actually, she wanted to eat pickled vegetable noodles, something salty, but she thought it was too much trouble. "Is there anything ready-made?"

"Bird's nest and white fungus soup, if you don't like them, I'll make you something else. Don't think it's too much trouble to eat them. Maybe it's not that you want to eat them, but that the two little ones in your belly want to eat them."

As she spoke, Tang Junyao touched her stomach. "I want to eat noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork, with a fried egg, mushrooms, and bok choy."

Seeing that Tang Junyao had finally revealed what she wanted to eat, Aunt Ji was very happy. She was just afraid that the young mistress would find it troublesome and said, "Alright, young mistress, please sit in the living room for a while. The young master asked me to buy some shrimp today. Would you like to add a few?"

"Sister Ji, you can have whatever you want. I won't be picky or vomit."

"That means the young mistress is carrying angel babies. The two children are here to repay a debt of gratitude. It must be because you, the young mistress, have saved so many lives and are so kind. God has specially sent you sensible angels. How wonderful!"

Aunt Ji was chattering away in the kitchen.

Tang Junyao smiled, unsure how to respond, and slowly walked to the living room to sit down.

Half an hour later, Aunt Ji's noodles were ready, and the long-awaited aroma wafted from the kitchen into the living room.

Just as she was about to get up, her wrist was firmly grabbed. The man walked around the sofa to her side, threw his coat on the sofa, glanced at the kitchen, and asked, "Hungry?"

"Yes, a little. Aunt Ji said your two little angels are hungry." Tang Junyao smiled, her eyes crinkling.

It feels so good to be home with my wife and kids. "What are you cooking?"

Upon arriving at the restaurant, when he saw Aunt Ji serving up the pickled vegetable noodles, memories flooded back, and Ji Hancheng smiled unconsciously. After helping Tang Junyao to sit down, he seemed to still be reminiscing, asking with a smile, "Yaoyao, do you still remember how much you priced this bowl of noodles back then?"

Tang Junyao thought for a moment, "I think it's 20."

Aunt Ji didn't understand what the couple was saying and thought they had gone somewhere for a late-night snack.

Ji Hancheng pulled up a chair and sat down next to Tang Junyao, then instructed his wife, "Aunt Ji, go to sleep."

"Okay, young masters, just leave the bowls after you finish eating. I'll wash them tomorrow."

Ji Hancheng handed Tang Junyao chopsticks and a tissue, asking, "Would you like me to peel shrimp?"

"No need, I can peel it with my mouth."

Before this man took care of her, she used to peel shrimp with her mouth. It was no big deal. She wasn't that delicate to begin with. It's just that now that he's pampered her, she seems to have become delicate. He wants to pamper her.