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

Just as Lan Yunxi was feeling down, Han Yue pushed open the door and came in.

Seeing that the girl on the bed was awake, Han Yue took off his shoes and lay down again beside her, asking softly, "Shall we get up?"

Lan Yunxi stared blankly at her husband, then said, seemingly out of the blue, "Brother Yue, I think I forgot to give you points. I need to give you points for your performance; you're already at 91 points."

He smiled and played with her hair, his palm resting on her head. The little girl's eyes were big, clear, and bright, as if they could draw you in. "Okay, do you want to get up?"

He asked again.

"No, just a hug." There wasn't much time left; they only had four days left before returning home. Lan Yunxi wanted to openly cling to Han Yue.

The little girl's request was so simple that he had to agree. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms, hugging her and the blanket together.

A muffled voice sounded from inside her arms, "Let's not go out today."

"Whatever you like." He gently stroked the back of her head.

Pigeon Square in Country A.

Countless pigeons flew and landed, their pure white feathers like a thick layer of snow, their eyes like red agate, and their dark red feet touching the ground.

A girl with collarbone-length hair was perched in front of countless pigeons, which were cooing incessantly. One side of her face was covered by her hair, which was tucked behind her ear, revealing a plain hoop earring that swayed as she fed the pigeons. Her tight-fitting top accentuated her slender waist, and she wore ripped jeans.

She squatted down, stretched out her fair and smooth arm and scattered a handful of pigeon feed. Instantly, all the pigeons in the square were attracted by the girl and gathered around her, their pointed red beaks nodding and pecking at the ground frequently.

In the distance, a well-dressed man captured this beautiful scene by pressing the freeze button, and a click was heard.

A girl with a smile as warm as the sun squatted on the ground, surrounded by a flock of pigeons. The scene was as beautiful and pleasant as a painting.

With just a few clicks, I set the photo as my phone's screen saver.

The girl turned around with a smile, like a ray of light shining into the man's heart. Her voice was full of joy. "Su Yu, look, this pigeon seems to be thanking me. Don't sit on the bench, come on over."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu stood up, glanced at the photos he had just secretly taken, put his phone in his pocket, walked over to Han Guoguo, tugged at his casual trousers, and then squatted down beside her. "Is there any more pigeon feed? Should I go buy some more?"

"No need, we'll stop feeding after this. We'll feed a little and then others will feed a little more. I'm afraid of killing the pigeons. Here's a little for you."

Su Yu: "..........." It shouldn't die, right? I've never heard of a pigeon dying from overeating in all these years.

As she spoke, Han Guoguo reached out and took Su Yu's hand, opening it up with his palm facing up and placing some pigeon feed on it, indicating that he should feed it.

Su Yu was happy to do these things with her, feeling that they were very meaningful. His life had always been uneventful, and he had acted according to his own conscience. Looking back, he felt that he had failed and had not accomplished anything particularly meaningful.

After feeding the pigeons, Han Guoguo stood up. Perhaps because she had been squatting for a while, her legs were a little numb, and she didn't take a step forward after standing up.

He maintained a strange posture, his lips twitching, his expression indescribable.

Su Yu stood up after her. Seeing that she didn't move, he glanced down at her ripped jeans and guessed that her legs must be numb. The young lady had been squatting for more than half an hour. "My legs are numb."

"Hmm, a little, maybe it's because I've been squatting for too long. It's okay, I'll take a break." At this moment, whenever Han Guoguo moved her legs, it felt like many small insects were moving inside them. She felt numb, as if her legs had been amputated, which was very uncomfortable.

Without saying a word.

Su Yu bent down and picked up Han Guoguo, carrying her to a bench where she sat down. He then squatted down in front of her again, saying, "Let me massage you."

"No need, it should be fine in a minute."

Faced with the sudden rejection, Su Yu assumed that Guo Guo was just shy or awkward, and thought it best to let it go.

Seeing that he was stunned, Han Guoguo was afraid that he would overthink it, so she changed her mind and said, "Why don't you press it for me? It's quite numb."

Han Guoguo was puzzled. Why did she feel guilty about refusing Su Yu? The melancholy prince was really something else. She couldn't bear to see him melancholy. It was as if Han Guoguo had been bewitched by him.

Su Yu gently lifted Han Guoguo's leg and placed it on his knees while he was half-squatting, massaging it through her pants.

Has anyone ever told you that you are a very warm and caring guy?

Han Guoguo looked at Su Yu, who was gently massaging her, and asked.

Su Yu said definitively, "No."

"What have other people said about you, like nicknames?" Han Guoguo, who liked to give others nicknames, was very curious about what kind of nickname Su Yu had. It was surprising that no one called such a warm man a "warm man."

Is it that no one has said it, or that no one has said it to his face?

It's probably the latter.

As Su Yu massaged himself, he recalled that he hadn't had much contact with girls. He used to receive love letters in his drawer, but no girl had ever given him a nickname. Qin Kai, on the other hand, often used the term "melancholy prince."

"The title 'Melancholy Prince' was given by a man." That served as an explanation.

Who is so talented and shares the same idea as her? Han Guoguo continued to look at the man who was giving her a serious massage. He was really quite handsome. "The person who named you must be someone who often plays with you. It's very fitting."

Su Yu said slowly, "My assistant has been with me for quite a while, and we're friends in private. I'll introduce you to him next time."

That's definitely more knowledgeable than she is; no wonder the nickname she gave him was so fitting. "Alright, I'm not numb anymore. Let's go to the next stop."

Han Guoguo pulled her leg back, and Su Yu stood up, sat down next to her, and asked, "Where do you want to go? The pottery studio or the embroidery workshop?"

Su Yu held the map and guide, pointing to the recommended section.

Since we're here, we should do something memorable, so let's go to the pottery studio.

Having decided on a location, the two took a taxi to a famous pottery studio in country A.

The price is quite affordable, 150 yuan per person, which includes wheel throwing, coloring, and firing.

The teacher saw the two of them enter hand in hand, dressed very appropriately. They looked like a young master and young lady from a wealthy family. Having seen many different people every day, the teacher could tell the difference between the genuinely wealthy and those who were just pretending to be rich.

If you take a closer look, observe carefully, and examine closely.

Teacher: "What would you two like to do? Here are some picture books for you to choose from."

As they were talking, the waiter brought over the catalog, and the two of them huddled together to look at it. Because Guoguo's hair was collarbone-length and kept falling down, Su Yu immediately tucked her hair behind her ear and remained silent.

A ray of sunlight shone in, casting a soft glow on the two of them, making them appear exceptionally well-matched.

After staring at the catalog for a while, she settled on a design that was both aesthetically pleasing and simple, suitable for Su Yu. "Su Yu, how about we make this color-blocked mug in the style of Mi Lifeng? What do you think?"

Su Yu's gaze, which had been on Han Guoguo's face, shifted upon hearing this. He glanced down at the catalog, noting that one cup had a white body and a brown handle, while the other had a grass-green body and a light green handle. They were simple and clean. "Okay."

"Teacher, then we'll choose this one. Thank you for your help." Han Guoguo politely handed over the picture book.

The teacher was also very polite: "Okay, let us explain in advance that this cup takes a long time to fire. It's not something you can take away immediately after it's made today. It will take about 25 to 30 days. Is that acceptable to you both?"

Su Yu glanced at Han Guoguo and nodded, "Okay."

Then the teacher personally led the two to a corner. The two seemed to be quite well-mannered, and the perceptive teacher specially arranged for them to sit in the corner, helping to arrange the clay and personally teaching them from the side.

Han Guoguo took two bibs, beckoned to Su Yu with one finger, and Su Yu bent down to cooperate. Han Guoguo helped him put on the bibs, looked around his chest, and tied the rope around his waist from behind.

This was the first time Han Guoguo had hugged Su Yu like this, but at this moment Han Guoguo only wanted to play with clay and her thoughts were very simple. She had no other thoughts and just wanted to help tie an apron.

But Su Yu was different. His gaze kept drifting to Han Guoguo. Guoguo looked especially beautiful today. The thoughtful and warm-hearted man helped Han Guoguo tie her apron, but she was facing away from him, leaning against his chest.

The two were very close.

Each person had their own seat. The plate was spinning, and Han Guoguo kept smiling. She was especially happy when the dirt got on her hands, and her smile widened. Her white teeth seemed to reflect light as she played happily, like a child who had never grown up.

Su Yu, sitting to the side, was also infected by the feeling, and his smile widened. He wished that this moment could last forever.

A few hours later, the two washed their hands, wrote down Su Yu's contact information at the front desk, and sent the items to the Su Group.

At the Lan family manor, Lan Yunxi felt so safe being held by Han Yue that she fell asleep immediately, leaving Han Yue with no choice but to lie down in bed with her.

It was almost noon when the little girl finally woke up.

Sensing the movement in his arms, Han Yue said in a deep voice, "You're awake."

I always need to find something to do at home. I need to exercise in the evening, so I'm a bit lazy and don't really want to go out during the day. "Hmm, I'm a little hungry. Yue-ge, what are we going to do this afternoon?"

Actually, it's fine if I don't go out. As long as Han Yue is by my side, Lan Yunxi is very content.

Han Yue said calmly, "Anything is fine. What do you want to do?"

The little girl seemed to be thinking, her eyes darting around, and she was frowning, looking like she was having a hard time. Han Yue lay on the side without disturbing her or saying anything. A few minutes later, Lan Yunxi excitedly picked up Han Yue's hand and held it in the air, "I'll teach you to play the piano and draw this afternoon."

After speaking, he gestured in the air as if he were playing the piano and drawing, as if there was a piano right in front of him.

The Han family's children don't have much artistic talent; it all develops naturally. Neither Sister Lu nor Brother Yu would specifically require them to learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting like other young masters. They can learn whatever they want, and they are never forced to learn what they don't want to learn.

Han Guoguo can dance but can't play the piano or paint. If you want to say what makes her top-notch, it's that she buys weird gadgets and has great acting skills.

Han Yue chuckled and pinched her delicate, flawless face. "Whatever you want, get up and eat first."

"Okay, let me think about where to start teaching you."

While the little girl was still thinking, Han Yue had already gotten up, opened the door to the walk-in closet, and leaned against the doorframe. "Which one should I wear?"

I'm staying home all day today, so I don't need to put on makeup or dress up too much. I'll just go for something casual. "That tracksuit with athletic shorts, the off-white one, the third one from the back."

Following Lan Yunxi's directions, Han Yue found the clothes, took them off the cabinet, and handed them to the little girl.

No matter how they talked at night, the girl was still shy during the day and embarrassed to take off her clothes openly in front of him. Han Yue understood and wisely left the room, carefully closing the door behind him.