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

Before going to work the next day, Tang Junyao went to Aunt Zhang's room. She had been thinking about what Ji Hancheng had told her the night before.

Ji Hancheng went to the company early. Yao Yao had more freedom at work; she would help the children at home wash up before driving to work herself.

Aunt Zhang's door was ajar, but Tang Junyao still knocked on it politely. "Godmother, may I come in?"

Sitting on the bed, Aunt Zhang was applying a plaster. The winter wind was quite biting, making it difficult for elderly people with rheumatism or cold legs to endure. They mainly relied on moxibustion and plasters.

"Yaoyao, come in. Why aren't you at work yet?" After applying the last plaster, Aunt Zhang pulled down her pants.

Tang Junyao sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at the trash can (which didn't contain any painkiller packaging), and asked with concern, "Godmother, have you been feeling unwell lately?"

Aunt Zhang lowered her head, tidying up the plasters herself. Her tone was relaxed, showing no sign of anything amiss. "You child, I'm around you every day, how could you be uncomfortable? You take your blood pressure twice a day. It's just this leg that's a little problematic, everything else is fine. Rheumatism is common among older people, don't worry, go to work."

Tang Junyao was skeptical, but she still planned to persuade her godmother to go to the hospital for a check-up another day. "Really?"

"Really." Aunt Zhang's eyes were firm.

"Okay, use the massager your brother gave you often; it can help relieve the coldness in your legs."

"Okay, you go to work now. Don't worry about me. There are so many people at home, I don't have to do any work. I just wander around aimlessly all day."

"I'm going to work now. If you feel unwell, you have to tell me. You can't hide it from me," Tang Junyao said, still a little worried as she stood up.

Aunt Zhang readily agreed, watching her dutiful goddaughter go downstairs. As she gazed at her retreating figure, a light began to shine in her eyes, and she felt relieved.

Once downstairs, he said, "Grandpa, I'm going to work."

The old man stood up, leaning on his cane. "Girl, I'll have the driver take you there."

"No need, Grandpa, I'm planning to ride my little motorcycle. My hands are itching to go, hehe." The weather isn't that cold today; the warm sun is already shining on the earth.

The old man nodded without objecting, only instructing, "Then be careful and ride slowly."

"Okay." Tang Junyao took the helmet and went straight to the garage to ride the motorcycle her grandfather had given her. She opened the protective cover, and the shiny, reflective body of the motorcycle stood out in the dark garage.

She also remembered the scene of her grandfather giving her the car, but she was no longer sad. She smiled, stepped onto the car, started the engine, and felt the caress of the wind again. The speed was steady and not fast. She no longer needed freedom or excitement. She only needed to remember her grandfather's kindness and cherish this beautiful love.

About half an hour later, the car stopped in the base's parking lot. She took off her helmet, shook her head, hung the helmet on the car, and tidied her hair. Her colleagues who came to work at the same time saw her and came over to ask her questions.

"Sister Yao Yao, you can drive this car? That's amazing! I like it too, but I can only admire it, not drive it." A colleague approached, touching the car body with envy, her tone tinged with regret.

"If you like it, why don't you learn it?" Tang Junyao asked with a smile, picking up the helmet and holding it in one hand.

"I'm willing but not brave. I'm a bit timid, but I admire all these cool things," a girl said shyly.

She couldn't really offer advice on this, so she could only smile and say, "Safety first. Four wheels are fine too, they'll keep you out of the wind and rain."

After get off work.

Tang Junyao drove home. During the drive, Ji Hancheng asked her if she wanted him to pick her up. She told Ji Meiren that she had driven herself and didn't need him to.

When she got home, Tang Junyao went to see the child immediately. She kissed Xiaoyouzi downstairs and said, "Grandpa, Mom, I'm going to check on the child."

Yuan Shu said calmly, "Yes, she's still asleep. If she wakes up, change her diaper."

"Okay, Lele, Mommy is going to check on your little sister. You play downstairs for a while."

Little Yuzu simply said, "Mmm."

The old man glanced at Yao Yao's retreating figure as she went upstairs and felt that he still needed to remind his great-grandson about his quiet nature. He couldn't let him be like his grandson, spouting out each word like toothpaste. "Little Lele."

Little Yuzu is fixing the airplane that Little Strawberry accidentally dropped and damaged. "Hmm."

The old man affectionately patted Xiaoyouzi's hair. "Lele, next time, could you use a few more words when you speak? For example, when Mommy was talking to you just now, you could have said 'um' or 'okay,' those three words, okay?"

Little Yuzu didn't quite understand why he had to talk so much. He looked at the old man's loving face with a half-understanding expression. "Haha, you don't understand? Let me explain. You see, if you talk to your dad, for example, if you're very happy today, you say to him, 'Dad, Dad, I'm so happy today, can I share it with you?' And then you say a lot, and your dad says 'Hmm,' does Lele like that answer?"

Little Yuzi thought for a moment and shook her head, but then she remembered that her father only said "uh-huh" and rarely said many words, and her mother didn't say anything to him either.

The old man saw the confusion in his great-grandson's eyes. "Are you saying that Dad is like that too?"

Little Yuzu nodded.

"Dad's beyond saving. Only your mom can save him. We can't be like Dad and not be popular with girls, understand?"

Little Yuzu nodded again.

"We're not going to fix this little plane. We'll wait for Dad to come back and have him fix it." If he can't even fix this little thing for his precious great-grandson, the brat is doomed.

Before long, the man who had been thoroughly disliked returned, bringing a cold breeze into the living room.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw two eyes, one big and one small, staring at him from the sofa. The old man was staring at his grandson because he was quiet and set a bad example for his great-grandson, which he was unhappy about. The little boy was staring at him because his great-grandfather said that his father could fix it, so he was hoping that his father could fix it.

Ji Hancheng felt uneasy under the gaze. It was too direct. He coughed lightly, "Ahem, Grandpa, just say what you want to say. You're staring at me like I've done something wrong."

The man sat down next to the old man, picked up his son with one arm and sat him on his lap. The old man was quite pleased with this gesture. "Help Lele fix his plane."

Ji Hancheng glanced at the broken airplane on the coffee table. The parts seemed to be broken too. There were rattling noises inside the airplane when he picked it up. It was generally not repairable. If he wanted to fix it, he would have to go around buying matching parts. It would be better to just buy a new one. "This one is ruined. Buy a new one."

A loud thud echoed as the cane struck the ground, startling Ji Hancheng, who frowned, bewildered. What had he done to offend his grandfather?

After a long pause, the old man finally spoke, "What kind of father are you? It's a good thing that Lele wants to fix it, but you keep buying new ones whenever something breaks, as if money is falling from the sky. Look at how you've raised your daughter. Can't you think of any other way? You can't even fix a plane, what else can you do? Only Yaoyao doesn't look down on you."

Ji Hancheng: ".................." He's not in this field either.

Unable to withstand his grandfather's intimidating presence, he had no choice but to put down the little pomelo and pick up the airplane on the table to study it. Judging from his grandfather's attitude, he knew that if he couldn't fix it today, he wouldn't be able to eat.

It felt like being forced to do homework. "I'll fix it, Dad, try it. It might not be 100% fixable. How did it break?"

Based on Ji Hancheng's understanding of Xiaoyouzi, he cherishes the gift he gave her very much and handles it very carefully. If he is not very familiar with the aircraft's operating system, he will fly lower than a chicken. Only when he is skilled will he fly like a dragonfly.

Little Yuzu lied, and she did it with such seriousness, her little hands behind her back, twisting them together, "My hand slipped."

Tang Junyao, who was coming downstairs, overheard the conversation between the father and son. She squinted at her son and thought, "He's so young, yet he's already learned to take the blame. It was clearly Little Strawberry who switched them."

When she saw her mother come downstairs, Xiaoyouzi's eyes darted away, looking away, as if she felt guilty.

Tang Junyao didn't expose him, planning to ask him why he lied when Ji Hancheng wasn't around, since lying is a bad habit for children.

"You're back?"

"Well, Lele said she accidentally dropped the airplane. I'll try to fix it, but I'm afraid Grandpa won't let me eat at the table if I can't fix it," Ji Hancheng said in a teasy tone, sounding helpless.

Tang Junyao: "Give it a try. If you really can't fix it, then forget it, Lele, right? We've tried, we've done our best, that's enough."

Little Yuzu didn't dare look at her mother because she was lying, so she just nodded. Then, remembering the old man's teachings, she lowered her head and answered, "Yes, Mom."

The old man thought his great-grandson was exceptionally clever, learning everything in no time, and gave his grandson, who was repairing an airplane, a disdainful look.

The plane was deemed beyond repair, but Ji Hancheng, harboring a rebellious spirit, insisted that it must be fixed.

After dinner, Xiaoyouzi played for a while before Yuan Shu took her upstairs, while Aunt Zhang went to bed early. This made Tang Junyao feel vaguely that something was wrong and slightly worried.

Downstairs living room.

Only Ji Hancheng remained, his lonely figure radiating fatherly love as he diligently repaired the airplane, his head bowed. The table was covered with small tools, screwdrivers, glue, and so on.

My neck hurts from repairs, but it still can't fly. The internal parts aren't shaking, it just won't fly. It looks like a pretty good plane, but even the best plane isn't a good plane if it can't take off.

He pinched his aching temples. Tang Junyao, having soothed the child to sleep, came down to check on him and saw him pinching his temples. She advised, "If it can't be fixed, then forget it. Didn't we already tell Lele?"

"I'll be disappointed. You go to sleep first, and I'll try other methods."

"What can we do? Buy a new one?" She didn't leave, but sat down on the sofa.

Half an hour later, Tang Junyao finally found out what the new method was. It was indeed a new one, but instead of giving Xiaoyouzi a new one directly, she disassembled the airplane that Xu Mingkai had bought late at night and put the intact parts inside into the old airplane that had been glued back together after its exterior was cracked.

Without X-ray vision, no one could tell that the aircraft's parts had been replaced. As for the outer shell, Ji Hancheng had Xu Mingkai take it away for fear that his grandfather would find out.

The miserable Xu Mingkai was speechless. He had already crawled into bed and was almost asleep when his boss called, forcibly pulling him out of bed. In the freezing cold, he was told to find a way to buy a new airplane, and the important thing was that he only needed the parts inside.

Xu Mingkai: What would I do with a hollow airplane that can't fly? Just as a decoration?

The plane took off normally and circled the living room. Tang Junyao gave Ji Hancheng a thumbs up and said, "You're awesome."

It's tough on Assistant Xu.