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

When Tang Junyao came out after taking a shower, she saw the man sitting on the bed reading a book, looking refined and dignified, his gold-rimmed glasses gleaming.

It adds a touch of refinement; a handsome person can pull off anything they wear.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, noticing the woman's intense gaze, Ji Hancheng calmly sat on the bed and continued to pretend.

She scratched the back of her ear and then clenched her fist, as if to encourage herself, before walking to the bedside and gently lifting the blanket.

I burrowed under the covers with minimal effort, but as soon as I lay down, I realized I was wide awake, like I'd drunk a whole bucket of coffee. I wasn't sleepy at all, which was a bit embarrassing.

Looking for something to do, she decided to watch some suturing and surgical videos. Thinking he probably wouldn't like watching such gory scenes, she put on her Bluetooth headphones.

When she watches these kinds of videos, she becomes very focused and engrossed, carefully observing every detail and movement.

As she watched, she completely forgot the awkward atmosphere of the two of them sharing a blanket, and she didn't even notice that the man's gaze had been following her as she watched the screen since the moment she turned on the video.

Tang Junyao watched the audio version, while Ji Hancheng watched the silent version.

One was sitting, and the other was lying with his back to him.

After watching for a while, Ji Hancheng wondered why a woman would like to watch such gory anatomical scenes before bed. Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it good?"

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice anything amiss. "Hmm, this is beautiful. Look at that hand speed..." Realizing something was wrong, she immediately took off her headphones and sat up. As she looked up, she bumped her head on the man's chin, causing him to wince in pain.

Ji Hancheng was in pain from the impact, his face darkened, and his voice suddenly rose as he squinted and said, "Tang Junyao, are you trying to murder your husband? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

She apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought you would look up when I got up."

"So you think it's still my fault?" Ji Hancheng rolled his eyes at her, thinking, "You heartless woman."

She muttered under her breath: It was true.

Her words were mumbled and unclear; he rubbed his chin and didn't hear her. "What did you say? Speak louder."

"No, I'm sorry. Look up, let me take a look."

Ji Hancheng obediently followed her instructions and slowly raised his head for her to examine.

She gently lifted his chin with one hand, and with the other, slowly touched the spot where he had been bumped. It seemed a little red, but nothing serious.

Checked.

She stared at him with bright eyes and said, "It's a little red now, and it might bruise a bit later. I'll go get some ice to put on it for you."

He coldly refused, "No, it's too cold. You're a doctor, you need to find a way."

There was no way he could fix it himself; it was the first time I'd seen this usually refined and dignified man act like a rogue.

"Lie down and I'll massage it for you. There's ointment at the Imperial Garden, but not here. I'll massage the bruises to loosen them up. It might hurt a little, but bear with it."

He looked up slightly and saw her delicate hand gently pinching and rubbing his chin, which did hurt a little.

His body trembled with agitation that outweighed the pain in his jaw. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the woman who had a serious expression on her face.

His gaze lingered on her face; her eyes were like the starry sea, below which was her slender neck, and further down was the protruding part of her chest, which aroused his fantasies.

Their faces were only a few centimeters apart, close enough to touch if they lowered their heads slightly. Her warm breath fell on his face, stimulating his skin inch by inch.

Her Adam's apple bobbed again, and her gaze returned to her delicate lips. She turned her head away involuntarily, no longer letting her see, and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright, you go to sleep. I'm going out for a bit."

The man threw off the covers, got out of bed, put on a coat, and grabbed the cigarettes and lighter from the bedside table.

Tang Junyao recalled that she hadn't smoked much since moving into the Imperial Garden, which was quite strange.

After he left, she continued watching the autopsy video she hadn't finished.

A moment later, as she was about to lie down, Ji Hancheng came in from the balcony, bringing with him a chill.

She thought he was going to bed, so she consciously moved to the edge of the bed to sleep. But the man went straight to the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

So, does this person have obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness? Didn't they just take a shower? Do they need to shower again just to smoke?

Tang Junyao didn't think much of it. Firstly, she was carefree and thought that Ji Hancheng had no feelings for her. Secondly, she was still a little tired from yesterday's exhaustion and fell asleep in no time.

She slept very close to the edge of the bed, with a piece of clothing placed between them. This wasn't to keep Ji Hancheng away, but because she was afraid of overstepping her bounds and incurring his displeasure.

The man, after taking a shower, lifted the covers and lay down, only to feel something uncomfortable under the covers.

The moment I lifted the covers again and saw that sweater, my face turned as black as Bao Gong's.

The same thing can evoke different thoughts in different people.

At this moment, Ji Hancheng believed that the reason she left this piece of clothing was to keep him away.

In his anger, he threw his clothes out of the blanket and onto the floor.

He discovered that the woman was asleep, breathing evenly and obliviously, with her back to him.

Ji Hancheng carefully reached out and hugged her from behind. Perhaps it was the cold that made her scoff in her sleep.

It landed on his heart like a drumstick, striking again and again.

"Are you cold?" His tone softened naturally, and the moment he hugged her, the sweater became irrelevant; he didn't seem angry anymore.

"Mmm." Tang Junyao, who was fast asleep, had no idea that she was being held. She was always a very deep sleeper.

"It'll be warm soon." He said, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

Tang Junyao has a great sleeping posture, but she has one flaw: after falling asleep at night, she always turns around like a pancake, sometimes to one side and sometimes to the other. This time, she turned over and went straight to the source of warmth and threw herself into Ji Hancheng's arms.

It was already 2 a.m., but Ji Hancheng was wide awake and not sleepy at all. He watched the woman's every move on the bed with great interest, holding her as if she were a precious treasure.

"You'll be tossing and turning several times a night, like a pancake." He soon fell asleep holding her.

Tang Junyao was woken up by the alarm clock on her bedside table the next day.

I reached for my phone with my eyes closed and in a half-awake state, only to touch a wall.

Realizing something was wrong, she immediately opened her eyes, and the man's handsome face met her bright morning gaze.

She had crossed the line last night; how did she end up in his arms? The man in the morning wasn't cold at all; he was more languid and quiet. She had an urge to trace his figure with her fingers.

But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.

She prepared to gently step out of his embrace, slowly prying open his large hands that were holding her waist.

A lazy, hoarse voice came from above, "Be good, don't move, let me sleep a little longer."

Tang Junyao: Damn, big brother, are you still asleep? Why are you hugging me?

I guess I was half asleep and used myself as a pillow.

She gently nudged him, "Young Master Ji, I'm going to be late for work."

He half-opened his eyes, still groggy, and reached for his phone with one hand, only to find it was 7 o'clock.

"Lie down for another half hour, then I'll take you home." He put his hand on her waist again.

This made the impatient Tang Junyao so anxious that she wanted to kick him off the stage.

She mustered her last bit of patience and whispered, "Young Master Ji, I'm really going to be late. I start work at eight, and this place is far from the hospital, even farther than the distance between Yuyuan and the hospital." I was afraid of being late, so she didn't say the last sentence.

After saying this, the man reluctantly released her waist and sat up to get out of bed.

"I send you."

"No need, you can continue sleeping. I'll just take a taxi."

"You think you can't get a taxi even in the Imperial Garden, but you can here? Why don't you buy a car?" To Tang Junyao, this tone sounded like a complaint about how troublesome she was.

It also means he didn't want to send it.

"Young Master Ji, you don't need to see me off. I'll have my grandfather send a driver to take me."

"How dare you bother Grandpa at this hour, especially as a doctor?"

Tang Junyao felt like she had a full turd early in the morning; this man was exceptionally difficult to deal with.

The main reason is that I'm not sure if she was the one who jumped into his arms last night, otherwise I would have cursed him to death.

Tang Junyao didn't want to waste any more words with him and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. However, she didn't know what to do with the clothes she had changed out of. Should she take them back to the Imperial Garden or what? These pajamas were prepared for her by Aunt Ji at the Ji residence yesterday.

Noticing her hesitation, the man who was washing up said, "Throw your pajamas in Lou Kuang. Aunt Ji will come in and clean them up after we leave."

"Oh." This person has mind-reading abilities.

After washing up, the two walked down the stairs one after the other. Grandpa Ji's face immediately lit up with a smile, "Girl, go to work."

She walked quickly, smiling politely, "Yes, Grandpa, I have to go now, or I'll be late. Grandpa, could you please have the driver take me?"

The man who was adjusting his cuffs at the top of the stairs paused, his face instantly turning cold.

Just as he was about to speak, Old Master Ji glanced at his grandson and said with a clear smile, "Okay, Butler Ji, quickly have Xiao Zhang take the girl to the hospital, and Sister-in-law Ji, go to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the girl to take with her."

Aunt Ji is very efficient; she had already brought over a bag of breakfast. "Here you go, young mistress. I packed this for you a while ago."

Tang Junyao accepted the breakfast and thanked her, "Thank you, Aunt Ji. Grandpa, I'll be going now. Bye-bye."

He said goodbye to everyone except him. Ji Hancheng's face turned completely cold, covered with frost, and his whole body exuded a chill.

Watching the woman's departing figure, Ji Hancheng pursed his lips and remained silent, a slight tightness in his chest.

But seeing this scene, Old Master Ji smiled, and his mood became pleasant as well.