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

The day before Qingming Festival.

Ji Residence.

Sitting in the living room were Ji Xinyu, who had returned from vacation, and Ji Jiale, who had already graduated. The two siblings were huddled together talking. Ji Xinyu affectionately linked arms with Ji Jiale, while Ji Jiale nodded from time to time without much expression, just like Ji Hancheng, except that upon closer inspection, his features resembled Tang Junyao.

When Tang Junyao and Ji Hancheng came downstairs, they saw their daughter, who was wearing wide-leg jeans and a Chanel top, and their son, who was wearing a white sweatshirt and black sweatpants, chatting together.

Like Tang Junyao, Ji Xinyu doesn't like wearing skirts or high heels. She prefers jeans, wide-leg pants, casual pants, etc., anything but skirts.

Seeing her parents come downstairs, Ji Xinyu stood up from the sofa, quickly walked to Ji Hancheng's side, and took her father's arm. "Dad, Mom, my brother and I were talking about when to go to sweep the tombs."

Tang Junyao followed behind, smiled at her daughter, and then sat down next to her son.

Ji Hancheng doted on his two daughters. Just like when they were little, he patted Ji Xinyu's head and led her to sit down on the sofa. He asked softly, "Why did you come back by yourself? Didn't you want Daddy to pick you up?"

Ji Xinyu tilted her head back, shook her head, and smiled, almost coquettishly, "How could that be? I just think Dad and Mom are too busy. Besides, I study at the Capital Medical University, which isn't far from home. I can drive back by myself. My two-wheeler is faster than your four-wheeler, right, Mom?"

Ji Xinyu took Tang Junyao's motorcycle to the university. When she didn't have much luggage, she would ride her mother's motorcycle to school. She also disliked traffic jams. Her personality was very similar to Tang Junyao's, and even their thoughts were similar.

The only difference is that Ji Xinyu is very good at acting coquettishly, while Tang Junyao only knows a little bit, and she only learned this after getting married. If Tang Junyao had had loving parents since childhood, perhaps she would have learned to act coquettishly too.

When she was a child, Ji Xinyu dreamed of becoming a teacher, but as she grew older, her dream changed. She applied for surgery or orthopedics as her major in college. Tang Junyao knew that this child was being filial because of Ji Hang's leg.

Ji Xinhan got into military academy as she wished. This girl was quite stubborn and didn't want to study in China. She insisted on going abroad, saying that her father would use connections in China, but she wanted to train abroad and make a name for herself.

After her daughter cried, made a scene, threatened suicide, went on a hunger strike, and pleaded, Ji Hancheng finally gave in and sent his beloved daughter to a military academy abroad, a process that took a great deal of effort.

Tang Junyao recalled that when she sent Hanhan abroad, she and Ji Hancheng stayed at a hotel near Hanhan's school for more than a week, hoping that their daughter would give up because of the hardship and bring her back, but that didn't happen.

Hanhan is a clever girl. Knowing that her father would worry about her, she guessed that he was at the hotel and made a special call to ask him to come home.

On his first night back in the capital, Ji Hancheng hid in his study looking at photos of his three children. He started crying as he looked at them, and Tang Junyao had to comfort him for several hours. She used her beauty to soothe him, which was also a favorite activity of the man. The man even shamelessly gave this activity a name: the "Blooming Program".

Since he couldn't go to Yixinyuan and had to stay at Ji's residence for an extended period, the computer-based counter was replaced by a manual counter, and the man would report the number after each session.

After thinking it over, Tang Junyao smiled and replied to her daughter, "Your dad just misses you but is too embarrassed to say it. Remember to drive carefully and prioritize safety, or Mom will take the car back."

Ji Xinyu: "Okay, I'm driving very slowly. Are Grandpa and Grandma taking a nap?"

Tang Junyao: "Grandpa and Grandma are taking a nap. Your dad heard you were home and skipped work himself, and he even dragged me to skip work too."

Ji Xinyu smiled happily, looking up at her father, Ji Hancheng, who touched the end of his daughter's hair.

Ji Hancheng glanced at his son, who remained silent as if he had disappeared, and continued to ask his daughter, "Do you want to try out what you've learned on Grandpa's lap first?"

Ji Xinyu shook her head. "No, I just miss Grandpa and Grandma a little. They're sleeping, so I won't disturb them."

"Isn't it tomorrow for tomb sweeping? Do you have any plans?" Ji Hancheng glanced at his son sitting opposite him and asked unhurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiale looked up, met her father's gaze, and remained silent for a moment before replying, "Yes, I'll go to the Lu family's grave to pay my respects on your behalf."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Junyao clenched her fist and pressed it against the tip of her nose to hide her smile. The whole family knew this joke, and it was really funny that her son had brought it up so openly.

The three children didn't know the specific reason why Ji Hancheng went to the Lu family's graves every year, and Ji Hancheng would always brush them off whenever they asked.

Having a less-than-glorious past, Ji Hancheng certainly didn't want to lose face in the eyes of his children.

Ji Jiale spoke as if it were an ordinary matter, simply wanting to help her father. Her tone revealed nothing of the sort. "It's not appropriate for you to go to Grandpa Lu's grave at your age, but it's also not appropriate not to go. So it's most appropriate for me to go in your place."

Ji Hancheng squinted at his son. The brat's gotten too big for his britches, daring to complain about his age in front of his wife and daughter. "Am I 80? Very old?"

The mother and daughter watched the father and son compete with smiles. Ji Jiale did not praise her father for being young; she simply pursed her lips and did not answer.

Seeing that his son remained silent, Ji Hancheng became even angrier. "So I should thank you?"

There was no thank you in Ji Hancheng's tone; he stared intently at his scheming son.

Ji Jiale naturally replied, "You're welcome. It's what a son should do."

Tang Junyao, fearing a clash between the father and son, quickly chimed in, "Since Lele can help you go, that would be even better. How old are you to still be going to Grandpa Lu's grave? Aren't you afraid people will tease you? From now on, let Lele help you go. Are you really planning to go to the Lu family cemetery to sweep the graves until you're 80?"

Ji Hancheng dared not refute his wife's words, so he stopped arguing with his son about going to the cemetery. "Who dares to tease me?"

The two siblings: It's still Mom who can cure Dad.

Tang Junyao was too lazy to argue with a man who couldn't make sense, so Ji Xinyu glanced at her brother and changed the subject, "Dad, just let my brother go. Dad, do you know when Hanhan will be back?"

Ji Hancheng still didn't let his son off the hook, "Since you're going to help me, you've been out of school for a month now, so go to work at the company after Qingming Festival."

Ji Jiale didn't object and readily agreed, "Okay."

Seeing that his son agreed to answer his beloved daughter's question only after Ji Hancheng's request, he also missed Hanhan. The heartless girl hadn't called him since he sent her to military school. They had agreed to call once a week, and she was punctual at first, but now she only calls once a month. "She'll probably be back for the New Year. This girl is obsessed."

Why do girls have to become special forces soldiers? What's their thinking?

Ji Hancheng was heartbroken.

Evening at the trendy cafe.

A group of teenagers sat in the small house, laughing and chatting, sharing their recent interesting experiences.

With her curly hair, wearing a white t-shirt, black cargo pants, and brown high-top British-style boots, Lu Qingchen kept shaking one leg across the other, as if she had a leg-shaking disorder.

Ji Xinyu changed her clothes and was now wearing dark wide-leg jeans, a black belt, a short Chanel top, and black platform sneakers. Her long, straight hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and she wore light makeup.

He glanced disdainfully at the trembling leg, stared intently, and asked, "How about I help you cure your trembling?"

Meeting Ji Xinyu's serious gaze, Lu Qingchen hurriedly put his leg down. "Are you obsessed with studying medicine? Why are you staring at my leg for no reason?"

Ji Xinyu casually picked up her juice, took a sip, and then stuffed a bite of mousse cake into her mouth. She said seriously, "I only look at damaged legs. I don't care about normal legs."

Upon hearing this, everyone's face lit up with a smile.

Wearing a gray hoodie and jeans, Han Yichen quickly chimed in, "Let my sister give you a few acupuncture needles, it's free, isn't that great, sis?"

Ji Xinyu nodded, appearing very generous, "Yes, it's free."

Han Yinuo's sweatshirt is from the same series as Han Yichen's, except that hers is light pink. She wears white casual pants and has her hair tied in a high ponytail. Han Yue stipulates that his daughter can go out to play at night, but she must bring a bodyguard and wear pants to prevent any accidental exposure.

Xiao Shuai, Xiao Fei, and Xiao Ya were standing at the door.

Han Yinuo's personality is a carbon copy of Lan Yunxi's; she has a pure and innocent face, big eyes, and long, curved eyelashes. She glanced around, then looked at the doorway, and asked, "Isn't Su Can coming?"

Lu Yiyue, who had remained silent, spoke softly. Her already beautiful features were made even more defined by a light layer of makeup, and her eyeshadow even had shimmering points under the light. She replied gently, "Xiao Can has been grounded by her uncle. She did poorly on her midterm exams."

Ji Jiale, who was going out to a party, had also changed his clothes. He was now wearing a black and white casual shirt, casual pants, and white sneakers. He glanced at Lu Yiyue without making a sound, quickly looked away, picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip, and pursed his lips without saying a word.

Ji Xinyu was curious about what score Xiao Can got that made the usually gentle and quiet Uncle Yu use the word "house arrest." "How many points did Xiao Can get? 400?"

Lu Qingchen knew that his uncle had confined his younger brother to his home, but he didn't know how many points he scored on the test. He asked Su Can several times, but the guy only said that scores are like people, and appearances are similar.

Lu Qingchen guessed blindly, "I'm guessing it's less than 300 points, otherwise how could it have angered my uncle? Even my aunt couldn't protect it, so the score must be so low that there's no way to save it, and the only option is to use the new family rules."

Because Su Can's family has added a new family rule: confinement.

Lu Yiyue, who was next to him, slapped her younger brother's leg hard. Before he knew it, Lu Qingchen had put his leg up on the ground again. It had become so natural that he seemed unable to sit still without it. He spoke threateningly in the gentlest tone, "If there is really a problem with your leg, let Xiaoyu treat it for you."

Ji Xinyu readily accepted the offer, saying happily, "See? Even your own sister said so, why don't you give it a try?"

Lu Qingchen refused without hesitation, "No way. You've only been learning for a few months and you want me to be your guinea pig? Dream on. I don't want to be stuck in a wheelchair because you've already pricked me so many times." He doesn't even have a girlfriend yet.

Ji Xinyu: "That's too much. You're looking down on me. How about we fight? If I lose, I won't stare at your legs anymore."

"No, I won't fall for that." Even if he managed to win by chance, Brother Le wouldn't let him off the hook. With his sister-protecting maniac around, he wouldn't fight. He had suffered similar losses many times when he was a kid, so he was already experienced.

Ji Jiale slightly curled his lips and smiled faintly, "Since you can't beat Xiaoyu, it's wise of you to admit defeat."

Lu Qingchen: "............." Who do you think you are? What kind of girl is so good at fighting? Girls like Xiao Nuo and his sister are the real girls.

Han Yichen: Aren't you all curious about Su Can's actual score?

Han Yichen's personality is similar to Han Yue's; he loves watching dramas and thrives on chaos. Most importantly, he's a fiercely protective brother. If he hears at school that anyone is bullying his sister or has designs on her, Han Yichen will make that person question their existence.

Ji Xinyu was quite curious. With a straw in her mouth, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me about it."

When Lu Yiyue looked down, she glanced at Ji Jiale, who was also looking at her. The blush on her cheeks slowly faded as she lowered her head to drink her juice, biting the straw tightly. Ji Jiale avoided her gaze and looked at Han Yichen.

Han Yichen and Han Yinuo are in their first year of high school, while Su Can is in his third year. All three of them attend the same school. Lu Qingchen attends the same university that Ji Jiale previously attended, the Imperial University, majoring in management, because like Ji Jiale, he was born to be the heir.

When Han Yichen was called to the homeroom teacher's office for a reprimand, he found Su Can also in the office, being reprimanded.

It's such a coincidence, otherwise how could they be called brothers? They even met during a reprimand. What a coincidence! The two were being criticized by their respective homeroom teachers, but what they were actually listening to was the other teacher's scolding.

At Dijing Middle School, all homeroom teachers share an office from the first year of high school to the third year. The office is very large, so if a student is called in for a talk, all the teachers in the grade will know. There is no privacy whatsoever. According to the principal, this is to encourage students to make fewer mistakes.

After recalling the numbers, Han Yichen began to count, "250."

Everyone: ".............."

Ji Jiale wasn't surprised at all, and said in a calm tone, "It matches his ability, quite stable."

Han Yichen heard Su Can's homeroom teacher say the same thing.

With wide eyes, she asked Ji Jiale, "Brother, how do you know that Su Can's homeroom teacher said the same thing?"

Ji Jiale seemed to think everything was going as expected and didn't respond. Han Yichen's words piqued everyone's interest, and they asked what the teacher had said at the time.

Su Canren didn't attend the party, but he became the main character of the party tonight.

All of this is thanks to Han Yichen.