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

Originally, Lan Yunxi simply wanted to chat in the bathtub for a while, but things didn't seem to go as smoothly as she had imagined.

Right now, they are trying to figure out why water is so soft, so silky, so warm...

Love overflows the bathtub, splashing and gushing out endlessly, creating yet another scene altogether.

"I'm going to sleep now, goodnight." Lan Yunxi was exhausted and closed her eyes drowsily, saying goodnight to Han Yue.

He hurriedly went to find the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams).

Seeing the little girl's tired appearance, Han Yue smiled contentedly. "Okay, goodnight, go to sleep. I'll help you get dressed."

A good night's sleep.

After Han Yue helped Lan Yunxi get dressed, he held her and drifted off to sleep. It was so comforting to sleep with a little girl in your arms.

Early the next morning.

Han Guoguo got up early to eat breakfast in the dining room. After finishing, she kept looking at the stairwell while packing her breakfast, "Aren't my brothers getting up to eat?"

"If my brother were born in ancient times, he would be a tyrant, indulging in the pleasures of women. Look at him, he doesn't even go to work anymore. Sigh, I'm really worried. He still hasn't grown up."

Han Guoguo grumbled and complained about her brother sleeping in late and not going to work.

Adults would understand in a second why the two people upstairs hadn't come down. Han's father coughed awkwardly, thinking his daughter didn't understand. Actually, Han Guoguo was just rambling on out of boredom. Last night, Xixi dressed like that, which meant something was going to happen.

Neither the Han couple seemed inclined to bring up the topic of taking their daughter in.

Han's father: "Hurry up and go to work, earn more money."

"That's enough, that's enough, he didn't eat much." Han Guoguo refused the steamed buns her father offered.

Han's mother glanced at the breakfast in her daughter's hand, but ultimately said nothing.

After Han Guoguo left, Han's father started talking, "It seems like we'll be grandparents soon, right, Sister Lu?"

"You're overthinking it. Your son won't cause trouble while Xixi is in school. Put away your unrealistic fantasies."

Just as Mr. Han was feeling happy, Mrs. Han poured a bucket of cold water on him from head to toe, chilling him to the bone and extinguishing the hope that had just been ignited.

Mr. Han sighed heavily, looking helplessly towards the stairwell. His son being too sensible wasn't all a good thing, at least not in terms of being a grandfather. "Sigh."

Outside the villa, in Su Yu's car.

Han Guoguo got into the car and handed the breakfast in her hand to Su Yu. She then turned the rearview mirror over, took out her lipstick, and applied it in front of the mirror.

Fearing that Su Yu was hungry and in a hurry to come out, she didn't put on makeup.

While eating his homemade breakfast, Su Yu watched Han Guoguo put on makeup. After applying her lipstick, Han Guoguo smacked her lips several times before putting the lipstick away and putting it in her bucket bag.

She placed a finger under Su Yu's chin, lifting his head, and asked with a seductive look, "Is it handsome, Brother Yu?"

Su Yu was caught off guard by Han's sudden display of coquettishness and choked on his breakfast, coughing.

Seeing that his face was flushed from coughing, Han Guoguo lost interest in teasing him further. She quickly handed him the prepared soy milk to help him soothe himself. "I was just joking with you. Did you really have to be so scared that you choked?"

She didn't do anything special, just gave me a few flirty glances and blinked a few times. How come she's so easily swayed by that?

That's unacceptable. If she becomes like the female demons in TV dramas, can Su Yu handle it?

They definitely couldn't handle it.

Su Yu took a few sips of soy milk, then took the tissue Han Guoguo handed him and wiped his lips. "Sorry, Guoguo, I lost my composure."

The main reason was that Han Guoguo's sudden act of acting cute caused some inappropriate images to flash into Su Yu's mind in an instant.

But he couldn't tell Guoguo the reason.

Han Guoguo blurted out, "What's with the loss of composure? You don't need to maintain an image in front of me. Let's just do whatever makes us happy. Don't hold back. You... you need to live your own life." At least stay away from the melancholy prince.

Besides, who knows who might lose their composure in front of whom in the future?

Han Family Villa.

The phone on Han Yue's bedside table kept vibrating incessantly, causing the person in his arms to frown and shift slightly. "Brother Yue, it's on the phone."

She turned slightly, reached for her phone, and saw that the inconsiderate person was her future brother-in-law, Ji Hancheng. It's always annoying to be woken up while sleeping soundly, so she said in an unfriendly tone, "Feed."

Ji Hancheng, on the other end of the phone, clearly sensed the displeasure in Han Yue's tone, and instead chuckled, a sly smile on his face, "Unsatisfied?"

Han Yue smiled knowingly and retorted, "Who's really dissatisfied with this? It's all just talk."

Ji Hancheng wasn't angry. He had three children anyway, so what was wrong with eating some vegetables? He smugly said, "Try me with a real gun."

Han Yue instantly understood what he meant: he was fussing over nothing and getting no results. "Damn, you're just wasting your time this morning."

With three children already, how can you still have so much free time to tease him?

Having already gained the upper hand, Ji Hancheng stopped wasting words with Han Yue and continued with the important matter, "Come over to the Ji residence for lunch; your future mother-in-law and the others will be there."

"Even if we're not brothers, I'm still your brother-in-law, so I should at least call you that."

The word "by the way" is used very well, indicating that Ji Hancheng didn't sincerely call Han Yue by his name; he was just casually calling out "Xi Xi" when he was calling her.

Just as Han Yue was about to hang up, Ji Hancheng spoke again, "No need to bring anything, the Ji family doesn't need your things."

The polite words took on a different meaning when they came out of this person's mouth. He clearly didn't want Han Yue to carry things and wanted Han Yue to eat like one of his own, but the words he said didn't mean it that way.

Han Yue laughed out loud, "I wasn't planning on giving you a gift. Is there anything else?"

"I'm hanging up now to save on phone bills; baby formula is quite expensive."

Han Yue: He can't stop talking about having kids; he's so smug about it he's practically floating on the Pacific Ocean.

After hanging up the phone, Han Yue woke up, lay on his side, looked at the little girl who had been staring at him, and said softly, "Shall we get up? Your brother-in-law wants us to go to the Ji residence for dinner."

Lan Yunxi patted Han Yue's smooth arm, "Get up, let's hurry up, otherwise everyone will be waiting for us."

As she spoke, Lan Yunxi quickly sat up and patted Han Yue's arm again, urging him to hurry up as well.

When I go to my sister's house for dinner, it's not just my sister and brother-in-law who are there; my uncle and aunt are also there. It would be very impolite for them to be late.

Both of them dressed as quickly as possible. Han Yue was still a decent person last night and didn't leave any embarrassing marks on Lan Yunxi's neck, showing great restraint.

Two hours later.

Upstairs, Shen Muyun was chatting with Tang Junyao and watching the child together. Downstairs, Lan Chumu continued playing chess with the old man, while Yuan Shu was in the kitchen preparing lunch.

In the courtyard, Ji Hancheng was playing with his son, a remote-controlled airplane. The toy was a gift from Lan Yunxi. Every time Lan Yunxi came over, she would bring a lot of toys for Xiaoyouzi, usually not just one, but a set.

For example, Transformers are sold as a complete set, and toy cars are also given away as a complete set.

Little Yuzi looked up at the airplane flying in mid-air, her movements nimble. Her father's hands, operating the remote control, were also fluid and graceful. The airplane flew in circles in the air.

Little Youzi liked it very much and was eager to try it out. Ji Hancheng naturally noticed this, squatted down, hugged his son in his arms, and let him hold the remote control. Ji Hancheng's hand covered his son's little hand, and he taught him how to operate the remote control step by step.

Because she felt a sense of participation, little Yuzu felt a great sense of accomplishment. Her little mouth stretched into a wide grin, and she exclaimed happily, "Flying, Daddy, high..."

Ji Hancheng: "A little higher?"

Little Yuzu kept holding the remote control. "Hmm, higher."

With Ji Hancheng's help, the plane flew higher and higher. When Han Yue and Lan Yunxi parked their car and came to the yard, they saw this heartwarming scene.

Such a beautiful scene must be recorded. Lan Yunxi grabbed Han Yue, who was walking forward, and said, "Brother Yue, wait a moment. I'll take a picture of their interaction." She wanted to send it to her sister so that Xiaoyouzi would know that her brother-in-law loved her very much.

Han Yue was tugged and stopped in his tracks, inexplicably feeling a little envious of Ji Hancheng.

With two quick clicks, Lan Yunxi took the photos and then jogged over to stand beside Xiaoyouzi and the others. "Brother-in-law."

Ji Hancheng lowered the plane to a lower altitude, slowly landing it on the ground. He released his son's hand and said, "Give it a try."

"That's pretty fast." This was said to Han Yue.

Then she added, "Aunt, godmother and your sister are upstairs."

Lan Yunxi: "Oh, then I'll go find my sister. Yue-ge, you chat with your brother-in-law, I'm going to find my sister."

"Okay, go ahead." You can't stick to me all the time.

Han Yue squatted down and pinched Xiao Youzi's cheek. "Can't fly? Looks like your dad's skills aren't very good. How about Uncle teaches you?"

Little Yuzu replied in a soft, sweet voice, "Okay."

Then Han Yue actually picked up the remote control and earnestly explained to Xiao Youzi, just like a very patient teacher, and the child was listening attentively.

Someone took over Ji Hancheng's job, and he was free. With his hands in his pockets, he said casually, "I'll let you do an internship for free."

Even if the tone is flat, you can still hear the smugness hidden in the words.

Upstairs, Lan Yunxi pushed open the door and went in. Shen Muyun was sitting on a stool, with Aunt Zhang sitting next to her. There was no maternity nurse in the room.

"Mom, Aunt Zhang, Sister."

Tang Junyao turned her gaze to the doorway and beckoned to Lan Yunxi, "Xixi, come and sit down."

After Lan Yunxi sat down, Shen Muyun glanced at her daughter, said nothing, and smiled gently, instructing her in the tone of an elder, "Yaoyao, Lele is now the eldest, so pay more attention to her."

"Children are the most sensitive. The two little ones are still too young to understand anything. All they need to do is eat and sleep well, and change their diapers when they wet themselves. But Lele is different. He is gradually growing up and can understand many things. We need to care for him even more than before."

Tang Junyao understands that in a family with many children, the most difficult thing for parents to do is to treat them all equally.

Children, in particular, are very sensitive, sometimes even more so than adults. For example, a piece of cake, whether yours is bigger or smaller, or whether you have more fruit or less, can trigger a child's thoughts.

Unfair treatment from parents can also make children become heartless, let alone estranged from their parents.

"Aunt, I understand. I will remind Hancheng as well."

Shen Muyun thought Xiaoyouzi was very smart and wanted the child to protect her two younger sisters, but she wanted to guide her slowly and not tell her directly who she had to protect or that she had to protect them, as this would make Xiaoyouzi resentful.

Sometimes, removing the commanding tone, the arrogance, the sense of superiority, and the venting from a sentence can make it much gentler and more acceptable to others.

There are too many power struggles among wealthy families, and neither Shen Muyun nor Tang Junyao wants those dramas to play out in their own children.