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

The one in the lead had wicked intentions. Several times, Lu Yiyue went to the construction site to find Lu Jinnan, and this man saw her a few times. He kept asking about her, and recently, when he learned that Lu Yiyue had opened a studio, he couldn't resist his reckless desire and came over with two followers.

Seeing this, the other follower became weak, guessing that the person in front of him was not simple, and wisely shut his mouth, while the other kept babbling "ah ah ah" without being able to utter a single word.

It's noisy enough just to listen to.

Ji Jiale casually lowered his head, playing with his fingers and rubbing his fingertips. His deep eyes were filled with frost, devoid of any warmth. He asked, "What was it again?"

The one in the lead was all smiles, but his face was stiff. He took a step and then turned back. It seemed that his mission had failed him today. He had heard that the Ji family and the Lu family were planning to get married, but all the information he had gathered confirmed that the two were not a couple and did not usually go out together.

"Lai, Lai Xuan, those two characters are easy to remember. There's no need for someone as insignificant as me, Brother Le, to remember them."

Ji Jiale scoffed, a chilling laugh. "Am I that free, or are you just too arrogant, thinking you're making too much money in the Lu family? Do you think the Lai family is the only battlefield in the capital?"

His tone was flat but cold, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

The assistant was a little confused. Why didn't Yueyue's friend step in earlier? She was so nervous. She had some basic martial arts skills, but she couldn't beat three grown men.

Upon hearing this, the man became even more frightened. If his father found out, he would beat him to death. Lai Xuan had been severely scolded and warned the first time he asked his father about Lu Yiyue. This time, he came secretly.

Lai Xuan sincerely apologized, "I was wrong, Miss Lu, I was wrong. Please let Brother Le go. I promise I won't come again."

He kept apologizing, but deep down he was resentful, feeling that Ji Jiale was being nosy and that he was stopping him instead of getting involved. However, a wise man knows when to back down and waits for Lu Yiyue to speak up.

After a while, Lu Yiyue spoke up. She didn't want to waste the whole morning on such trivial matters, nor did she want to see these people. She glanced at Ji Jiale and said softly, "Let them leave. Don't come into my studio again."

She doesn't welcome me; she just called me an idiot, which is really annoying.

After she finished speaking, Ji Jiale remained silent. The others waited, and Lu Yiyue cautiously tugged at the hem of Ji Jiale's clothes.

Ji Jiale turned and stared at Lu Yiyue for a moment, then turned back to see that the others hadn't moved. He raised his eyes and coldly swept his gaze over them, "What, do you want me to go with you to get your chin fixed?"

"No need, no need, we'll do it ourselves. Goodbye, Brother Le, goodbye, Miss Lu."

No one paid any attention to these people, coldly staring at the departing figures of the flies.

At the door, another henchman, unconvinced, angrily asked, "Brother Xuan, this is too pathetic of us. Let's just let it go." These guys were used to being domineering and had some money. This was the first time they had been taken advantage of, so they were indignant.

Lai Xuan spat out a mouthful of saliva. "This guy's surname is Ji. Do you think I'd openly confront him? Damn, he was just born into a better family than me. If Ji Hancheng weren't his father, Ji Jiale would be nothing. Bah! I'll go back and plan this. I've never been so humiliated before. Let's go."

As he spoke, he turned around and glanced at the studio's name, only —ly. He couldn't pronounce it, and without much education, he couldn't guess the meaning of the name.

He spat on the ground again, his behavior a stark contrast to his attire, and then beckoned his two henchmen to leave.

After the toads left, the studio quieted down, but Ji Jiale clearly had no intention of leaving. He jumped off the table, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned against a pillar. Lu Yiyue was about to politely thank him when her assistant came over. "Sister Yueyue, is this your boyfriend?"

Ji Jiale suddenly looked up at Lu Yiyue, who was already working with her head down. A wisp of hair fell from her forehead and covered the corner of her beautiful eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiyue paused in her grip on the measuring tape, then smiled and said a little loudly, "He's my brother, isn't he, brother?"

The two stared at each other across the distance, a strange atmosphere surrounding them. Neither spoke, they just looked at each other. The assistant felt that the way the two interacted was a bit odd, sometimes close and sometimes distant. She couldn't find an adjective that could accurately describe their relationship.

It's just weird. I don't plan to ask any more questions. The assistant thought Ji Jiale's cold face was quite scary. He was radiating coldness, like an air conditioner.

The assistant, who was now silent, seemed unapproachable. She timidly stepped back, holding her breath. She didn't want to be caught in the crossfire of their battle of wits, so she secretly hid in a corner, tidying up the fabric and trying not to make a sound. She even adjusted her breathing.

Time ticked by, and neither of them looked away. Finally, Ji Jiale was the first to look away, clearing his throat. "You don't need to compensate me for driving away business for you?"

Lu Yiyue lowered her head, remained silent for a while as if thinking, tucked her stray hairs behind her ears, and hung the measuring tape around her neck, letting it hang naturally in front of her chest.

After a moment, Lu Yiyue smiled and said, "If you really want to compensate me, I won't refuse. How do you plan to compensate me? WeChat, Alipay, bank card, whatever is convenient for you."

As she spoke, Lu Yiyue deliberately took the QR code from the bar counter and also the card reader, holding them in her hand and asking, "Brother, which payment method do you plan to use?"

elder brother?

For some inexplicable reason, Ji Jiale felt a lump in his throat. He squinted at Lu Yiyue, whose face was innocent and harmless, and she still had a smile on her face. He exhaled and asked, "How much?"

He slightly curled his lips, took out his phone to prepare to transfer money, and asked, "WeChat, I'll transfer it to you."

Lu Yiyue smiled, her smile widening uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip to suppress her laughter. "Family price: 131400."

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiale paused for a moment, then smiled and handed the card directly to Lu Yiyue so she could swipe it, as WeChat couldn't transfer that much money.

Lu Yiyue took the bank card in a good mood and skillfully operated it a few times. A few seconds later, Ji Jiale's phone received the payment notification.

He smiled again as he looked at the numbers on his phone's text message, then put the phone back in his pocket.

Lu Yiyue's phone rang, probably a notification of a bank deposit. She didn't check it; she knew the money had arrived. "Let me measure your size. Come here."

Seeing that Ji Jiale was still standing there watching her, Lu Yiyue urged, "Are you going to measure? If not, I'm going to get to work."

Assistant: "............" What kind of interaction is this? Weren't they just talking about compensation? Why are they measuring clothes now?

A few seconds later, Ji Jiale strode up to Lu Yiyue, as if afraid that she really wouldn't take his measurements. His tall figure completely covered her body, and the assistant could only see Ji Jiale's back; she could no longer see Sister Yueyue.

The assistant would steal a glance every now and then.

Ji Jiale looked down at the girl who was shorter than him. Her light brown, slightly wavy hair was casually tied with a hair tie, with a parted fringe. The curls on both sides fell on her cheeks, slightly curled, and the fragrance of her hair wafted into her nostrils. It smelled very nice.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "How do I measure it?"

Assistant: Why does this look more like... dating than taking measurements? Is it just my imagination?

Lu Yiyue: "Raise your hand."

Ji Jiale followed Lu Yiyue's instructions exactly as she said, being incredibly obedient.

She pressed one end of the measuring tape with her fingertips, pulled it flat against his shoulder with one hand, and stood on tiptoe. Just as she raised one foot, Ji Jiale suddenly shrunk down a bit and squatted down.

Lu Yiyue easily measured the shoulder width, put away the measuring tape and held it in her hand. "Your shoulders are all measured now, stand up." She picked up a pen to write down the measurement, and then gestured for Ji Jiale to raise his hand.

"Hmm, which action?"

These words made Lu Yiyue laugh, and Ji Jiale laughed too.

The assistant watched the scene from the corner: What's with this sweet feeling?

"Raise your hand."

"Um."

She wrapped the measuring tape around his body and started measuring his chest and waist. He stood there motionless like a mannequin, letting her do whatever she wanted. After measuring his upper body, she moved on to his lower body. She measured very meticulously, usually taking two measurements.

A dozen minutes later, she put away the measuring tape, but he was still in the same position, looking quite cute. Lu Yiyue raised her hand and put his hand down, "Okay, I don't have money to pay you for being a model."

Chi Chia-le: "What else needs to be done?"

"Hmm?" Lu Yiyue had already memorized Ji Jiale's measurements. She looked up at the person who asked the question, puzzled, wondering what the question meant.

"I mean, is the measurement ready?"

Lu Yiyue looked at Ji Jiale with amusement, blinking her eyes. Her mascara-covered eyelashes looked like fans. "Alright, where else do you want to measure?"

Ji Jiale glanced at her and saw her smiling. He looked around and found no security cameras. "Why aren't there any cameras?"

"The studio is full of blueprints, and there's an installation team at the entrance."

Ji Jiale nodded. "I'm leaving."

After a pause, Lu Yiyue nodded, "Hmm, not choosing a color?"

She was referring to the color of the fabric of the clothes.

"You can arrange it as you see fit."

Lu Yiyue looked at him and replied, "Oh."

Before leaving, Ji Jiale glanced at her one last time. They stared at each other for a few seconds before he turned and left, his hands in his pockets. He smiled the moment he turned, and his assistant saw it.

The moment Ji Jiale stepped out the door, his assistant jumped up and ran to the entrance. Watching the car drive away, she turned and, with a gossipy expression, bounced up to Lu Yiyue and asked, "Sister Yueyue, is something going on between you two?"

The assistant was certain, "No, I think the way that handsome guy looked at you just now was wrong, and the way you looked at him was wrong too. It didn't seem like you were brother and sister, but why did you call him brother?"

Lu Yiyue smiled as she worked, her head down, in a good mood. "Because I've called him 'brother' since I was little. We were born on the same day, month, and year, and we grew up together."

"Childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree since childhood, but why...?"

Lu Yiyue interrupted her, smiling beautifully, her eyes full of anticipation and hope, as if dawn was just ahead. "Wait for time to break."

Waiting for time?

These words left the assistant confused and bewildered. Lu Yiyue found it amusing to see her bewildered expression and said, "Bring out that black fabric with starlight that we received before."

"Is it the one we bought at the highest price?" the assistant asked.

Yesterday she complained about why she bought such expensive fabric. The point is, Yueyue didn't just buy one black one, but also white, gray, navy blue, and brown.

As a result, we used a color today: black.

"Yes, that's the one. Go get it, be careful."

"Okay, I understand."

One of the studio's doors leads to a storage room where fabrics are piled up neatly on white shelves, each with its material labeled.

On the way back to the Ji residence.

Lu Qingchen sent the edited essay to Ji Jiale, and only checked it on his phone at the traffic light.

After reading the long passage, Ji Jiale began to doubt Lu Qingchen's language organization skills. It was still barely understandable, but he talked about this and that. It was only because of his good comprehension and recombination abilities that he would have been completely confused.

After reading the whole thing, Ji Jiale couldn't help but laugh. No wonder every time Hanhan asked her father how he won over her mother, he would give a simple answer, like love at first sight or mutual affection, but he wouldn't go into details.

Judging from the content of the short essay, it's indeed difficult to go into details; it's all about Dad's embarrassing past.

The great-grandfather of the Lu family made great contributions, which explains why my father goes to the Lu family's grave every year to sweep the tomb.

Only when the horns behind him kept blaring did Ji Jiale step on the gas and continue driving.