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

The rear of the car waiting to leave was not visible.

Ji Jiale stepped towards the passenger side, opened the car door, put one hand in his pocket and the other on the door, and said to Lu Yiyue, who was still standing there, "Get in."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiyue moved a few steps and replied, "Oh."

Lu Yiyue wore a long dress without pockets, and held her phone in her hand with a light purple phone case. The phone was a bit large because she sometimes needed to look at picture books, and it wasn't convenient to carry a computer around all the time, so she simply bought a larger size phone.

Her hands were small with long, slender fingers. She held her phone in one hand and lifted her long skirt with the other. She stepped into the passenger seat, put her phone on her lap, and reached for her seatbelt.

Just as I fastened the seatbelt buckle, I turned around and saw Ji Jiale bending over to adjust her skirt.

She didn't stop him from helping; she watched quietly, a warm feeling flowing through her heart.

When she first got into the car, she was so focused on the seatbelt that she forgot she was wearing a long dress, and the hem of her dress was still outside the car door. At this moment, Ji Jiale slowly lifted the hem of her dress and got into the car.

A few seconds later, he stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and said calmly, "All done."

Ji Jiale looked like he was just helping out casually, but Lu Yiyue's cheeks flushed slightly. "Thank you."

"Hmm." After saying that, Ji Jiale gently closed the door, his fingers rubbing together in his pocket.

After walking around the back of the car, Ji Jiale opened the door, got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car. The car slowly drove along, reaching the intersection in the city. Just as Lu Yiyue had said, this spot was very congested, not just a little bit.

Seeing that the traffic wouldn't clear up anytime soon, the car stopped. Ji Jiale handed the black cardigan hanging behind his car seat to Lu Yiyue beside him, saying casually, "It's a bit congested. If you're sleepy, take a nap. Cover yourself with this. It's been washed and hasn't been worn yet, so it's clean."

Lu Yiyue took the clothes, glanced at Ji Jiale, then lowered her head to look at the clothes in her hands, her heart pounding. "It's okay, I don't mind, thank you."

She carefully held the clothes in her hands, not covering herself with them, but placing them on her lap, her hands gripping the collar tightly, looking somewhat unnatural.

The car started moving again, slowly driving forward. Ji Jiale kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his thin lips parted, and he said naturally, "I'm the only one driving this car. There aren't any girl's things in the car. Xiaoyu has her own car, so there are no blankets, only my clothes."

Lu Yiyue turned her head, a feeling of joy welling up inside her. She turned to look at the scenery outside the window, her red lips moving slightly, "Oh."

She turned her head slightly to look behind her, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Neither of them spoke after that. The carriage was very quiet, so quiet that they could feel each other's breathing. Lu Yiyue's phone vibrated. The phone was under Ji Jiale's clothes. She took it out from under her clothes, straightened her clothes, and leaned back in her seat to look at her phone.

"A message from Dad," Lu Yiyue said to the person in the driver's seat, glancing at her phone.

Ji Jiale wasn't surprised at all; it was as if she had expected it. She uttered only one word, "Mm."

Lu Jinnan's message was simply asking if his daughter had arrived at the studio, to which Lu Yiyue replied: "Traffic jam."

He even took a picture of the traffic ahead and sent it to Lu Jinnan.

Lu Jinnan replied that he should have his daughter send him a message at the studio, and Lu Yiyue replied: Okay.

After exiting the chat with my dad, I saw a message from a colleague at the studio: "Sister Yueyue, several men just came to order suits. I offered to take their measurements, but they refused and insisted on waiting for you to come."

Lu Yiyue didn't show any emotion after reading the message. She simply replied: "I'm currently full of orders and I don't plan to take any new ones. Just let it go. These people aren't genuinely interested in making suits."

How could someone who genuinely wants to make clothes be unwilling to take measurements and insist on being picky about the person? After the clothes are made, you should schedule a time to try them on. If you're not satisfied, you can have them altered. Besides, her assistant was personally hired by her father. How could she be so stupid as to not know how to take measurements?

Most of them are looking for trouble.

Besides, her studio hasn't opened yet; she's currently only handling online orders, and she has her own online store.

Ji Jiale caught a glimpse of Lu Yiyue's brow furrowing slightly out of the corner of his eye, but only for a moment before relaxing. "Is something wrong?"

She put away her phone and folded Ji Jiale's clothes neatly, like a virtuous wife. "It's okay, someone from the studio asked me to make a custom-made suit."

"Male" is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

"Yes, a man." After saying that, Lu Yiyue looked up at Ji Jiale's profile. After a while, Ji Jiale said, "That's normal. Your studio specializes in men's custom clothing."

Although it was the truth, it just sounded so unpleasant to Lu Yiyue that she suddenly didn't want to talk anymore and simply hummed in response.

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Ji Jiale realized he might have said something wrong. He turned the steering wheel with one hand, braced himself against the car window with the other, and glanced at the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye. "I meant your studio makes men's custom clothing, so it's normal for men to walk into the store."

This explanation is worse than no explanation at all. Ji Jiale himself felt that it was a bit awkward and difficult to explain, so he decided to give up.

Ji Jiale's answer was not what Lu Yiyue had hoped for, and she was a little unhappy. After that, no one spoke until they arrived at the studio.

The car was parked in the studio's parking space. A small Mercedes-Benz was already parked at the entrance, which Lu Jinnan had his driver bring over. Regardless of whether Ji Jiale had feelings for his daughter, Lu Jinnan was determined to prevent the brat from having any contact with her.

As soon as the car left the cemetery, Lu Jinnan called his family driver and asked him to take his daughter's car to the studio.

The car came to a stop and the engine was turned off. Before Ji Jiale could speak, Lu Yiyue had already gotten out of the car, neatly placed the folded clothes on the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut.

Ji Jiale was stunned for a few seconds, and he even got angry. He didn't seem to have said anything.

She seems a little angry, but there's no evidence.

She opened the car door, got out, and walked into the studio with her hands in her pockets. Lu Yiyue's studio had only been open for a short time, about a month ago. Lu Jinnan had helped with the renovations before she graduated.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Yiyue didn't let her daughter worry about anything. She just gave her father a blueprint, and Lu Jinnan personally supervised the renovation, paying attention to every detail. He would ask his daughter from time to time if she was satisfied.

When Ji Jiale stepped into the studio, he saw three men surrounding Lu Yiyue, asking her to take his measurements. Lu Yiyue told him that she was not taking orders recently and that she was not yet open for business. However, the three men seemed not to hear her and kept following her around, asking her to take his measurements.

The man leading the group had slicked-back hair and looked to be around the same age as Ji Jiale, but his attire was a bit too mature for his age. He was dressed in a suit and gleaming leather shoes, and he smiled broadly. "Designer Lu, I know you've just opened your business, but didn't your assistant just say that you're currently full and not taking any more orders? That means you can take this order. I'm not in a rush, so take your time. Let's add each other on WeChat, and you can let me know when it's done so I can come and try it on."

The man's eyes were full of covetousness, and his lecherous smile was very unfriendly.

The two men next to him chimed in, "That's right. If your order book is full, it means you can start custom orders. Business is business from the moment you walk in. Why don't you look down on us?"

The one in the lead said, "How can you talk like that? These two children are ignorant and haven't received much education, so they don't know how to speak properly. Designer Lu, please don't mind them."

On the pure white table were scissors, erasers, black markers, measuring tapes, chalk, a stapler, mechanical pencils, a pincushion, and some black and navy blue scraps of cloth, picture books, and drawings.

Lu Yiyue casually put the pincushion on her wrist, lowered her head, spread out a black cloth with sparkling sequins, placed the measuring tape on it, and began to measure.

The three men's eyes were all on Lu Yiyue, and they didn't notice Ji Jiale entering through the door. His assistant was a young girl who was of average appearance.

The assistant had never seen such a scene before and was very anxious. Boss Lu said that he had to protect Sister Yueyue's safety.

Looking for help, the assistant glanced at Ji Jiale, who was lounging lazily by the door watching the scene unfold. She couldn't tell if he was a client or Yueyue's friend, but guessed he was a client. If he were a friend, he would have intervened long ago if he saw Yueyue being bothered, instead of just standing by and watching.

The assistant stepped forward to help, explaining nervously, "Hello, our orders were placed several months ago, back when Yueyue was in college. Therefore, we are not accepting offline orders for the time being. Our studio will open at the end of next month. If you are interested in our services by the end of next month..."

The group seemed not to hear the assistant's words, only finding it noisy, and pushed her directly, causing her to stumble and almost fall.

Lu Yiyue, with her back to her assistant, didn't see anything. She simply lowered her head, her tone devoid of emotion, and said, "My assistant has already said what needs to be said. If you really insist on making your decisions today, you can have my assistant help you with the measurements."

A cold glint appeared in Ji Jiale's eyes. The group didn't actually touch Lu Yiyue; they just kept their distance and took her measurements, perhaps out of some fear of the Lu family.

It was the sight of beauty that emboldened him.

"I don't want the assistant to take my measurements, I want..."

The sound of ice breaking came from the doorway. "Can't you understand human language? Didn't you hear we said we don't take orders?"

Several people turned around at the same time. Two others, looking a bit angry, strode towards the door. "Who do you think you are? Do you have any right to talk to our brothers? You idiot."

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiale stood up, one hand in his pocket, the other hand moving casually, a chilling smile playing on his lips. He walked over to the person who had just insulted him, and with lightning speed, grabbed his chin and gently tugged it, instantly dislocating his jaw.

No one had ever called him an idiot since he was a child, so he remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, his eyes sinking to the bottom of a lake.

"Ah.............." The person whose jaw had been dislocated was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a single word.

Others couldn't tell Ji Jiale's emotions, but Lu Yiyue, who had grown up with him, could. He was angry, and very angry. She quickly put down what she was doing, handed Ji Jiale a tissue, and gestured for him to wipe his face. "I'm fine."

Ji Jiale didn't reply, and the coldness in his eyes didn't dissipate. He sat down on the table, took a tissue, wiped himself clean, and then threw the trash can with style and precision, placing his hands on his lap.

He scanned the group of people with eyes that could freeze a person to death.

The one in the lead recognized Ji Jiale and knew who his father was. He smiled apologetically, thinking that a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. "Brother Le, I was blind to your greatness. It's just that the clothes I bought recently weren't quite to my liking, so I was thinking of ordering a few from Designer Lu. I'll be going now."