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

After Su Xue left, Tang Junyao took the letter given to her by Attorney Li and locked herself in her room.

Tang Junyao had Su Xue take the signed documents away for safekeeping. Hiding them in the Tang residence wasn't a safe place, especially since there was still someone who was causing trouble.

The envelope was made of very old paper, and it looked like it had been there for many years. It wasn't written recently, but when did Grandpa write it?

She opened the envelope as if it were a precious treasure, and her eyes fell upon her grandfather's strong and vigorous handwriting: "My dear Yaoyao, I regret that you have seen this letter. I did not wish for this day to come, but in the end, I will have to go before you. I cannot accompany our Yaoyao to old age; otherwise, I would become a monster. But our Yaoyao, do not be sad. I have just gone to where I am meant to go. Lawyer Li should have come to see you. Those things were my dowry that I prepared for you ten years ago. If you are already married, these things should no longer be kept by your grandfather. They belong to our Yaoyao. If you are not married, you should hide these things well and not let your good-for-nothing father see them. When you meet the one you love, you can bring these dowry and live more comfortably in your husband's family. I am giving you this house. It is your last resort, no matter when or where. No matter how you are doing, you still have a home to come back to. Yaoyao, in the end, the Tang family has failed your mother and you."

"Keep these things without feeling burdened. When the Tang family project was losing money, it was your mother who brought the Jiang family's funds to the Tang family, which made Tang Corporation what it is today. Otherwise, without your mother, how could we have achieved such glory? So, what Grandpa has given you is too little. The Tang family has wronged her, and your father is ungrateful. Don't let your father bully you because of Grandpa. You don't have to back down at all. Grandpa will always be on your side. Please forgive Grandpa's departure. Every day from now on, our Yaoyao must be happy."

Tang Junyao's knuckles turned white as she gripped the letter tightly. She carefully stuffed the letter back into the envelope, smoothed it out, and pressed it to her chest.

Without Grandpa, there would be no home.

The dim light illuminated the already dark room. Suddenly, she folded her hands and knelt down on the edge of the bed, clutching her chest. Her chest felt like it was being pricked by needles. In the dim light, her figure appeared exceptionally lonely, and the quiet room was as silent as if she didn't exist.

After a long while, she sat on the floor and sobbed painfully, pouring out all the pain she had suppressed for the past few days. Her hoarse roars echoed in the quiet, oppressive room. Her fair arms were covered with tears. Her loud crying at this moment was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open. The tears in her eyes were like the water of the sea, flowing endlessly.

The commotion in the room alarmed the servants. The two servants stood outside the door, looking distressed and unsure whether to knock or not, their eyes reddening.

When the old man passed away, they didn't see the young lady cry loudly. They knew she was just putting on a brave face. Given the relationship between the old man and the young lady, how could she not be sad? It's so heartbreaking.

The crying inside the room stopped after half an hour. Fearing that Tang Junyao might do something foolish, the maid knocked on the door anxiously, "Young Miss, are you alright? Young Miss?"

The door opened quickly and unexpectedly. "I'm fine, don't worry. I just wanted to say goodbye to Grandpa. Let's go downstairs and talk."

She had already heard the two servants pacing back and forth outside the door.

Tang Junyao sat on the sofa, composed herself, and looked at the two of them with red and swollen eyes. "Auntie, please sit down."

"Grandpa has passed away. I want to ask about your plans. Do you intend to stay here or seek a new life? I respect your decision."

"Young Miss, will you stay? The master said you're getting married. Are you leaving?" one of the maids asked.

Another servant was already weeping softly.

"Auntie, I'm leaving here today. If you want to stay, you can stay here. I'm sure Grandpa won't mind."

The two servants exchanged a glance and firmly said that they had decided to stay and guard the house. They would not need to be paid any more wages. Both servants were around 50 years old and had no children. They had worked in the house for so many years and were reluctant to leave. In addition, Old Master Tang treated them like family and never skimped on their food, clothing and other necessities. Even if they did not go out to find work, the two of them could live comfortably in the house until they were old.

It was as if everything had cleared up after the rain, and the afternoon sun felt especially comforting.

A black Mercedes-Benz was already parked in front of the Tang residence. A man dressed in a black suit, who appeared to be about 1.8 meters tall, got out of the driver's seat and respectfully took the two suitcases from her hands.

Tang Junyao didn't have many things. She wasn't the type to spend money recklessly. She only needed clothes that were comfortable enough to wear. One box was full of medical books, and the other box contained clothes and daily necessities. Her life was extremely simple.

"Good afternoon, young mistress. My name is Xu Mingkai, and I am Mr. Ji's assistant. Mr. Ji has a meeting this afternoon and cannot leave, so he specially sent me to pick you up."

Xu Mingkai felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't the young master who had asked him to come; it was clearly Old Master Ji who had sent the young master to pick up the young mistress. But that troublemaker absolutely refused to come, so Old Master Ji called him instead.

Tang Junyao didn't pay attention to these details. Instead, she understood that he had forced her to get the marriage certificate, so why would he be willing to come and pick her up in person? He had never even shown up at her grandfather's funeral.

Xu Mingkai felt an unusual familiarity when he saw Tang Junyao, as if he had seen her somewhere before. He searched his memory until he saw the black motorcycle in front of the yard and suddenly realized.

So that's what it was...

"Hello, Assistant Xu, could you please help me carry my luggage over? Just send me the location of my accommodation, thank you."

Tang Junyao first took out her phone and opened the friend QR code, and Assistant Xu added her as if flattered.

He had a feeling that his boss would fall for his wife, a cool, stylish, and beautiful girl.

No man could bear to look at it more than a couple of times.

"Madam, are you driving there yourself?" Although I had already guessed, I still asked politely.

"Okay." With that brief reply, Tang Junyao had already put on her helmet.

Motorcycles are faster than four-wheeled vehicles. Tang Junyao was already waiting at the entrance of the residential area. She took off her headgear and stood lazily next to the motorcycle, observing the surrounding environment, roads, and features.

I can't help but sigh: This is definitely a place for the rich; every inch of land is worth its weight in gold.

Fifteen minutes later, Xu Mingkai saw Tang Junyao being blocked outside and quickly got out of the car.

"Young Madam, it was my mistake. I didn't tell the security guard in time when I went to the company this morning. I'm sorry." Assistant Xu was notified at the last minute, so it can't be entirely blamed on him. After all, the young madam is a motorcycle girl, how would he know?

Tang Junyao didn't care about these questions at all, and said lightly, "It's okay, it's nice to enjoy the scenery."

Xu Mingkai: The young mistress has such a good personality, she's not pretentious at all.

The security guard opened the door the moment he saw Xu Mingkai.

Tang Junyao sighed again: The world of the rich doesn't need invitations or access cards; facial recognition is all that's required.