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

Lan Yunxi looked at the photo in disbelief. Wasn't this photoshopped?

I picked up my phone, brought it close to my eyes, and looked at it carefully several times before finally confirming that it was photoshopped.

Knowing about computers, she immediately spotted the seams in the composite, but instead of pointing it out, she asked the question that had been bothering her: When did my brother and future sister-in-law take this picture?

Why would you want to composite photos to show your family? The photo compositing technology is quite good, though; someone like Feifei, who doesn't understand computers, probably can't really tell the difference.

"What's wrong? Why are you frowning? Are you having trouble? Should we go ask Sister Lu?"

As soon as Han Yue returned, he saw the little girl with her eyebrows furrowed.

Lan Yunxi looked up at Han Yue, who was worried about her, and handed her phone to him without saying a word, showing him the photo. "Brother Yue, look at this photo."

Meeting the girl's urging gaze, he took the phone to check it. In just one glance, he saw the trick in the photo. As if he understood something, the corners of his mouth kept turning up, and he smiled very nicely.

Lan Yunxi stared blankly, looking just like a lovesick girl, quietly resting her chin on her hand and staring at Han Yue. Her Yue-ge was so handsome; she had such good taste.

Just as Han Yue was speculating and Lan Yunxi was lost in thought, Yan Feifei's message came in again: I don't know exactly when, it must have been several months ago, I think Guoguo wasn't pregnant yet, it seems like it was when Su Xue got married, it seems like it was, but it seems like it wasn't, I need to ask my mother when she first received the photos my sister sent.

Yan Feifei was completely confused about the date, having long forgotten it. Then, without remembering, she randomly sent a date to Xixi: "It should have been half a year, yes, half a year. They often take photos together."

Then, Yan Feifei posted several more photos of Lan Yunchen and Yan Na together.

Han Yue and Lan Yunxi were huddled together on the table, their heads close together. They both looked up at the same time, the little girl's expression one of pure wonder. "Did you two get together because you photoshopped pictures of your future sister-in-law?"

After saying that, Lan Yunxi couldn't believe her own words. Her small eyes widened in shock.

Han Yue tidied up the stray hairs that had fallen from the girl's hair due to her excitement and explained, "This should be Yan Na's technique; she studied this in college."

He continued, "It's likely that Yan Na asked her older brother for help, and after paying him, their paths crossed. It could have been a chance encounter between the two in the capital, or it could have been that her older brother fell in love with Yan Na."

Based on Han Yue's understanding of Yan Na's work and his analysis of Lan Yunchen's cunning, if we're talking about who fished first, then Lan Yunchen was definitely the one who set the hook, while Yan Na was definitely the one who took the bait.

Han Yue was certain of this.

The little girl was still in shock. Her brother and future sister-in-law were actually together because they were lying. This was too shocking!

Then, through all the deception, they ended up together. How can one even describe this kind of fate?

"Don't think about it anymore. The result is good. They've known each other for quite some time now. According to the evidence provided by Yan Feifei, it should have been before Lu Jinnan got married."

Lu Jinnan got married on the Double Seventh Festival, and the Tiss Hotel was packed. Now it's already the first month of the lunar calendar, which is indeed half a year as Yan Feifei said. Han Yue did the math in his mind. As for whether it was correct, he didn't delve into it. In short, he could confirm that they had started interacting a long time ago.

"My parents would be terrified if they found out. My brother is really something else; when he does something, it's absolutely terrifying. This is amazing; he's totally manipulating my sister-in-law."

Han Yue manipulated Lan Yunxi's phone, transferred the photos to his own phone, and then immediately sent them to Ji Hancheng. As for Lu Jinnan, that big mouth, well, that's it.

After sending the message, Han Yue gently placed his phone on the table and said something that left Lan Yunxi even more dumbfounded: "Maybe the tomboy deliberately fell for it."

Lan Yunxi, regaining her senses, laughed, a hearty and unrestrained laugh. Han Yue was infected by the little girl's laughter and gradually began to laugh as well.

At that time, the Ji residence.

Tang Junyao was discussing the issue of going back to work after the New Year with Ji Hancheng. The topic was brought up by Ji Hancheng, who believed that Yaoyao could go back to work and have her own space, and that he could make arrangements for the child.

Even if he resumes work after the New Year, he can come back to see his children anytime, and besides, there are so many people at home to take care of them.

The old man approves of Yao Yao going to work. He said it a long time ago and has always emphasized that it should be done according to Tang Junyao's own wishes. She can go to work anytime she wants, and there is no need to worry about the child.

"I think I'll wait until my maternity leave is over." Tang Junyao actually wanted to spend more time with her children. All three children were still young, and she couldn't let her family take care of them all, otherwise it would seem like she, as the mother, was only responsible for giving birth.

Seeing Yao Yao gazing longingly at the three children, Xiao Youzi was already fast asleep in her crib, while the two little princesses were like night owls, kicking their legs, sucking their fingers, and babbling in their own language in their cradles.

Ji Hancheng took off his coat and prepared to take a shower. "Wife, have you thought about working at my brother's base? It will be operational after the New Year. If you work there, it will be easier for you. You can come back anytime you miss the kids, and you can also bring the kids with you."

Since it's their own business, they should make the decisions. Ji Hancheng hoped that Tang Junyao would resign and work at the base, so she wouldn't have to work such a tiring shift schedule.

Tang Junyao had also thought about this issue and had indeed considered it, but she hadn't made up her mind yet. "I'll think about it for a few more days."

"Hmm, no rush, take your time to think it over. I'll support whatever decision you make."

"Go take a shower. Wait a minute, you have a text message on your phone." Tang Junyao suddenly called out to him, glancing at her phone out of the corner of her eye; the screen lit up briefly.

"Honey, you handle this for me, I'm going to take a shower." With that, the man picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom, completely unconcerned about who sent the text message.

The password was her birthday. She skillfully unlocked the phone. The two didn't have any secrets and helped each other check their phones and reply to messages. Sometimes, when Ji Hancheng was changing diapers, Xu Mingkai would send messages, and Tang Junyao would be the one to reply.

It's like having a personal secretary.

Opening Ji Hancheng's phone, the screen saver is her photo, and the lock screen is a group photo of the three children, which looks very warm and happy.

The first thing Tang Junyao saw was Han Yuefa's information. Tang Junyao, who didn't know much about computers, didn't notice the problem. She was just curious as to why Han Yuefa's brother and Yan Na's photos were given to Ji Hancheng.

Xi Xi had already shared the good news of their marriage proposal to the Yan family with Tang Junyao. Tang Junyao was truly happy that Lan Yunchen had found his own happiness, and she hoped that everyone around her could find happiness.

Fifteen minutes later, Ji Hancheng came out wearing white pajamas. Perhaps because he hadn't dried his hair in time, there were water droplets on his shoulders. "You should dry your hair first."

"Yes, my wife."

Tang Junyao chuckled. This guy had completely changed; he would occasionally throw in a witty remark.

About six minutes later, Ji Hancheng came out again, walked to the bedside and sat down. The little guy in the cradle had fallen asleep while playing by himself.

Tang Junyao was covering the little ones with blankets. After she finished, she noticed that the man's shoulders were still wet. She nudged his back and said, "Go change your pajamas. Your shoulders are all wet."

Ji Hancheng was very obedient. He quickly got up, went to the wardrobe to get his pajamas, changed into a new set, buttoned them up, and walked towards the crib and cradle. He bent down and kissed the two little princesses on the forehead, giving them goodnight kisses, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

She then went to the crib to tidy up Xiaoyouzi's blankets, touched her son's forehead with her fingertips, but didn't kiss him.

Tang Junyao didn't disturb him, and just quietly watched this once incredibly proud man do his essential bedtime routine.

Ji Hancheng lifted the blanket and crawled inside.

She handed him her phone, intending to discuss their earlier questions together. "Han Yue sent several photos of my brother and Yan Na together. I don't know what he's up to."

Han Yue wouldn't just post someone else's photos for no reason; there must be a reason. He picked up his phone, opened it, and understood in a second. He smiled and said, "So that's the problem."

Tang Junyao leaned closer to look, and Ji Hancheng put his arm around her waist. "Hmm, what's the problem here? What happened to the photo?"

"Look closely at these photos. Do you notice anything wrong?"

After looking closely, Tang Junyao frowned and couldn't find anything. "The biggest problem is that the two of them are quite a good match. If I had to pinpoint a problem, it's that my brother doesn't seem to photograph as well as he is in person. Don't you feel the same way?"

Tang Junyao's first impression of him was that he was rigid.

"Honey, most people are forgetful for three years after pregnancy, but you're an exception. That's the problem. These photos are photoshopped; they weren't taken by the big brother and the tomboy."

Tang Junyao looked incredulous, narrowed her eyes, and frowned as she asked, "Photoshopped? Why?"

My aunt and uncle didn't pressure my older brother to get married to the point of needing to photoshop pictures; at most, they would mention his marriage indirectly.

His large, warm hand gently caressed her slightly plump waist. "The reason is probably that the tomboy's family is pressuring her to get married too much, and she couldn't resist, so she hired her older brother as a maid. Maybe her older brother deliberately got hired as a maid, and deliberately set a trap for Yan Na."

After hearing the whole story, Tang Junyao was completely bewildered. Her brother could do such a thing? That's too cunning!

Ji Hancheng's mind wasn't on the photos. He already knew everything about the connection between Lan Yunchen and Yan Na. His eyes gleamed with desire, and with slightly reddened eyes, he turned to ask, "Yaoyao, is that alright?"

"What about the three children? Do you want to broadcast this live?" Tang Junyao didn't dare to look directly at the man's naked thoughts; they were too intense.

One sentence instantly dampened the man's enthusiasm by half. It seemed he would have to find an excuse to have the nanny take care of him tomorrow. The man coaxed softly, "Then have some vegetarian, I won't make a sound."

Seeing the pitiful man eating vegetarian food for so long, they couldn't bear it and had to compromise, but things weren't as they could control.

The moment the kiss landed, things became irreversible, there was no escape, and Tang Junyao found herself missing Ji Hancheng terribly, her heart itching with longing.

They kissed for a long time, until they were both panting heavily. Ji Hancheng said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go to the bathroom, okay?"

Before Tang Junyao could agree, Ji Hancheng had already carried her straight to the bathroom. As they entered, the shameless man said, "Next time, install the system in this room too." Then we won't be able to grow flowers anymore.

"Shut up, are you coming or not? It's getting cold."

"It won't get cold, it'll heat up right away..." The temperature in the bathroom kept rising, and the once neatly dressed pajamas had fallen halfway down, buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of her figure...

Everything spiraled out of control, heading straight for a storm.

Just as the two were about to take things further, the bedroom phone rang again at an inopportune moment. Afraid of disturbing the child's sleep, Ji Hancheng had no choice but to run out in frustration, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, his mood extremely low.

The phone call was strictly permitted.

He answered impatiently, his voice as cold as the wind outside, "You'd better have something to say, or you won't be able to stay at the hospital after the New Year."

Yan Zhun sensed the tension in the air. "Damn it, did I interrupt your good deed? Sorry, but I'm single and didn't know what time you guys did things at night. Next time, give me a class schedule so I can remember it."

Disturbed from his good time, Ji Hancheng had no interest in arguing with him. "What is it?"

Yan Zhun, as if trying to drum up business, asked, "If you're not going to get your tubal ligation done, when are you planning to get it done again?"

"Is Yan's Hospital going to go bankrupt? They're trying to drum up business so late at night."

Ji Hancheng's anger had not subsided, and he spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Didn't you say you wanted to have a tubal ligation? I've had a lot of surgeries lately, and I was just trying to be nice and give you a fast track."

Tang Junyao came out of the bathroom, tidying her clothes. Because Yan Zhun's voice was so loud, she could hear the word "vasectomy" even standing at the bathroom door. "Are you going to have surgery?"

Turning around, he saw Yao Yao standing at the bathroom door, looking unhappy. Ji Hancheng completely ignored Yan Zhun's mood and hung up the phone, saying, "Three is enough."

Childbirth is too painful; he couldn't bear to give birth.

"Don't do it. What are you thinking? If you're careful, you can avoid it. Do you hear me?" Her tone was very firm.

Seeing that she was a little angry, Ji Hancheng explained, "To be safe, this is just a minor surgery, nothing serious."

"Are you the doctor or am I?" She raised her hand to stroke his cheek, her touch tender. "I know what you mean. You don't want me to have children, but there are other ways to avoid it. There's no need to choose this kind of surgery. If all else fails, you can avoid it by becoming a monk and chanting the sutra."

He held her, his eyes glistening with tears. He didn't want her to worry or be unhappy, so he started to shift the blame, "I listened to you, Dr. Tang. It was mainly because Yan Zhun wanted to boost his sales figures. I didn't particularly want to have this surgery; it was Yan Zhun who suggested it."

Tang Junyao didn't believe this. Who would trick Ji Hancheng into doing something he didn't want to do, especially something like tubal ligation?

They simply didn't expose it, but instead indulgently said, "Continue."