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

Tang Junyao took a taxi to a supermarket a few kilometers away from the Royal Garden Villa, because she had parked her car there that morning.

This morning, in order to hail a taxi as soon as possible, I had to park my car in the parking lot next to the supermarket.

back home.

The living room was pitch black, and looking at the scattered lights throughout the villa area, I still felt a little sad.

The capital city is so big, yet not a single light is waiting for her.

No matter how late he worked his shift, Grandpa would always watch TV in the living room and go to sleep when I got back.

There will never be someone to light that lamp for you again.

If the divorce is completed in a little over a month...

She shook her head, trying to cut off the thought, but the more she thought about it, the more suffocated she felt. She parked the car in the garage and turned on the living room light.

Winter days are particularly short; it gets dark as early as 4:30. It's only around 6 o'clock now, and it's so dark you can't see the road. Fortunately, the streetlights are on, making it as bright as day.

After taking a shower, she went to the closet, grabbed a coat, put it on, took out cigarettes and a lighter from the bedside table, opened the balcony door, leaned against the white railing, lit a cigarette, put it to her moist lips, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the taste of nicotine.

She promised herself she wouldn't be sentimental, but she's still a woman after all, not quite so rational. Deep down, she's still a bit melancholic, and right now her mind is filled with the image of Ji Hancheng leaving with the woman in red.

Play on a loop.

It stings a lot.

The streetlights at the villa were so bright that the headlights of a car parked downstairs were not even noticed in the yard.

The man noticed the woman leaning against the balcony the moment he got out of the car, until the smoke surrounded her and her beautiful brows furrowed together.

He had forgotten that this woman smoked. Lu Jinnan had previously shared photos of her smoking in the group chat; she was very skilled, charming, and alluring.

"Young Master Ji, take some hangover medicine tonight. I'm leaving now," Xu Mingkai kindly reminded him.

Judging from Ji Shao's slightly intoxicated state, it could be guessed that he must have drunk quite a bit that night. In his memory, Ji Shao rarely got drunk when socializing outside.

First, no one dared to force him to drink, and second, he was very sensible.

Ji Hancheng did not answer Xu Mingkai's question. He strode into the villa with his long legs and went straight to the guest room on the second floor without lingering in the living room.

The purpose is very clear.

At this moment, Tang Junyao was thinking with her eyes closed. The cigarette between her fingers was still burning. She hadn't smoked in a long time and had only taken three puffs.

"Why would a girl smoke?" He took the cigarette from her fingers and threw it down from the second floor.

Tang Junyao suddenly opened her eyes. He was right in front of her, very close, his handsome and three-dimensional features clearly displayed before her eyes.

A hint of dissatisfaction lingered in his eyes, along with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher.

Perhaps still fuming, Tang Junyao leisurely crossed her arms and continued to lean lazily against the balcony railing, her beautiful eyes lingering on the man who had brushed past her that evening and was now trying to snatch her cigarette. "Young Master Ji, are you trying to control me? But I have no intention of quitting smoking..."

Ji Hancheng's brows furrowed with displeasure. This woman was arguing with him, and they weren't even divorced yet, but she was already accepting gifts from others everywhere. The way the woman's lips moved as she spoke was stimulating a certain nerve in him.

He suddenly leaned forward, his icy lips silencing her before she could speak. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pinning her against the railing, and ruthlessly plundered her, exploring her inch by inch.

Tang Junyao's mouth was full of nicotine and alcohol, which made her feel very uncomfortable. She tried her best to push him away, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great and she couldn't budge him at all. Fearing that she would suffocate, she bit his lip hard, and instantly a bloody taste spread between her lips and teeth.

But Ji Hancheng seemed to be bewitched, feeling no pain at all, and continued to kiss her, the kisses becoming more intense and fiercer than before.

Tang Junyao thought that if this continued, she would suffocate. This person was acting crazy, his mind was racing.

Distracted and trying to save herself, she scratched his armpit with her hand.

really.

The man quickly released her and stepped back sharply, his brows furrowed. He raised his hand to touch his bitten lip, even he hadn't expected this woman to pull such a move.

He thought she would fight him.

Tang Junyao watched this scene with a half-smile. For some reason, she thought the man was quite cute. He seemed to have forgotten that he had been forcibly kissed. As a doctor, she understood the structure of the human body very well. Most people are ticklish.

The armpit is a non-exposed area and is rarely touched. However, the skin in this area has a rich sensory system, making it particularly sensitive to itching.

However, it doesn't itch when I touch myself, but it itches terribly when someone else touches me unexpectedly.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Even a dignified young master like Ji was just an ordinary person who was ticklish. The human body is not so different from others.

The pain in his lips reminded Ji Hancheng of the fact that this woman had bitten him. He glared at her sharply with half-closed eyes, then slowly moved closer, placing his hands on the railing. "Tang Junyao, are you so impatient that you're already looking for someone else before you're even divorced?"

Next client? She only interacted with one man today, and that was Su Yu.

Therefore, he regarded Su Yu as his next client.

Do you think she's flirting with other men?

The image of him embracing the woman in red flashed through her mind again, and her tone became somewhat provocative and sarcastic, "Isn't Young Master Ji the same? Isn't he also preparing for his next move?"

Ji Hancheng's face darkened. He clung to her tightly, gritting his teeth as he said, "So you admit it, is that right? Hmm?"

She tilted her head back, trying to meet his gaze as much as possible, her attitude nonchalant. "What do you think, Mr. Ji? Our business relationship will end in a little over a month. Does Mr. Ji really care who my next husband is?"

He licked his aching lips again, and said fiercely, "Fine, Tang Junyao, you're really something. You've shown your true colors. You think you can't get me, so you've turned your attention to Young Master Su. You're really quick. What else can you do besides clinging to men?"

He raised his hand and grabbed her chin, a dangerous glint in his eyes: "Let me tell you, Tang Junyao, before we're divorced, don't even think about getting my hat stained. Otherwise, I'll dig up your grandfather's grave. You don't believe me? Try me."

After saying this, Ji Hancheng sobered up a bit and couldn't take it back. It would be too embarrassing to take it back; words spoken are like water spilled.

How could someone as proud as him possibly bow his head and apologize for those words?

But looking down at the woman's astonished eyes, he felt a strange pang of regret, sensing that he had gone too far with his words.

In the end, he didn't apologize and strode away.

For Tang Junyao, who was unaware of the complex emotions in a man's heart, the forceful kiss just now seemed like a fleeting cloud.

Tang Junyao was left alone on the balcony, tears streaming down her face, and the unreadable emotion hidden in her eyes slowly faded away.

A moment of panic.

She stood up, holding onto the railing, her eyes fixed on a certain spot ahead. She wiped away the tears that remained on her cheeks, and with trembling hands lit a cigarette to compose herself.

Su Xue warned her not to mess with Ji Hancheng on the day they got their marriage certificate, saying that he was not someone she could mess with. At the time, she didn't believe it and thought it was just hearsay.

After spending the past month with Ji Hancheng, she began to doubt whether the rumors about the capital were just hearsay.

He could eat home-cooked meals with me, even simple dishes like pickled vegetable soup noodles—the most ordinary of meals. Unconsciously, this stirred my heart, making me think that I could still dream of having a home.

At that moment, I was absolutely convinced. I had been blinded by appearances over the past month and thought he was just an ordinary person.

Ironically, just as I was tickling him, I thought Ji Hancheng was just an ordinary person, with the same senses as everyone else.

She was wrong, so incredibly wrong. He was a capricious person. When he was in a good mood, he could chat with you and talk about things, but when he was in a bad mood, he could hurt you with the things you cared about most, right to your heart, causing you unbearable pain.

Why would Grandpa force her to marry such a person? Is it out of love or to harm her?

She quickly finished her cigarette, rubbed her aching temples, and licked her swollen and numb lips.

Not long after.

I heard the sound of a door closing downstairs, followed by the sound of an engine starting. He was gone.

He must have gone to find his white moonlight. Gazing at the departing car, it's quite nice.

This was the first time the two of them had faced off directly, and it was also the first time he had been so ruthless to himself.

The future is uncertain; we can only wait and see until the day of divorce arrives.

She went into the bathroom to wash her face, letting go of all her emotions, and lay down under the covers. Nothing could affect her efforts to go to work and earn money tomorrow; she would still have to rent a place to live in two months.

The earth will keep turning no matter who's gone, and the sun will still rise in the east tomorrow. There's nothing to be sentimental about; we're just not on the same wavelength anyway.