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

Ji Group.

Ji Jiale is attending a high-level meeting hosted by her father. The man intends to give his son more experience and let him feel the atmosphere of such meetings, hoping that his son will be able to easily control high-level meetings in the future.

Halfway through the meeting, Ji Jiale's phone vibrated. He could feel the vibration even through his pants, and his legs felt numb. Messages kept coming in.

Half an hour later, Ji Jiale followed Ji Hancheng out of the conference room.

Ji Hancheng, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned around, and made a decision abruptly. He glanced at his son, who had his head down, and said, "You will chair the meeting tomorrow."

Seeing his son looking at him with his phone, Ji Hancheng, dressed in a black suit, with one hand in his pocket, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What, is it not allowed?"

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Ji Jiale hid his phone in his suit pocket and looked Ji Hancheng straight in the eye.

Compared to Ji Hancheng's demeanor, Ji Jiale was in no way inferior. In terms of age, Ji Jiale was superior, but in terms of presence, she was neither weak nor afraid. Her simple answer was, "Okay."

If a comparison must be made between the two fathers and sons, then as things stand, Ji Jiale's sense of pressure is not as strong as Ji Hancheng's, which is also what Ji Hancheng wants to train his son.

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng smiled, a smile that seemed to have no meaning. Xu Mingkai, who was standing to the side, gave Ji Jiale a thumbs up as encouragement, thinking to himself that they were indeed father and son.

Back in his office, Ji Jiale sat down in his office chair, the same model as Ji Hancheng's.

I unlocked my phone and opened WeChat. A large group of photos filled the screen. You could tell from the photos that the person who took them had their eyes closed. The photos were beyond description.

It's unbearable to look at, and it takes up memory.

In one of the photos, Ji Xinyu's eyes are closed and her mouth is open; this candid shot is truly...

He casually swiped the screen, looking for something. After swiping twice and looking closely, he typed a few words on the screen: "Xiaoyu, bring back some cranberry cookies."

Ji Xinyu replied to the message: OK.

At the orphanage, Ji Xinyu told everyone about the message she received from her brother, "Let's make some together, my brother said he wants to eat cranberry cookies."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiyue paused, holding the tray, and stared blankly for a few seconds. She glanced at the few cookies on the table, smiled gently, and said, "I'll make more later. Xiaoyu, take some back for your godmother to try, and Nuonuo, you take some back too."

Yan Feifei: "Okay, we still have the materials anyway, Xuxu, let's take some back with us, and we can show them off on our WeChat Moments."

As they talked, the group started making cookies together. Although Lu Qingchen's photography skills weren't very good, he didn't sit idle and kept taking pictures of everyone making cookies and sending them to the group chat.

night.

Ji Xinyu, who had been volunteering all day, sat on her bed scrolling through her phone. When she came back today, Aunt Feifei said that she was going to the US for the May Day holiday, and she was a little tempted by what she heard.

I'd like to go too; I'm looking at tourist attractions in country M right now.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Thinking it was her mother, she held her phone, looked up at the door, and called out, "Mom, come in, I didn't lock the door."

The moment the door opened, she saw her brother, dressed in dark blue pajamas, enter. She asked suspiciously, "Brother, did you need something?"

Ji Jiale glanced at the phone in his sister's hand and said without changing his expression, "Dad said your phone has been updated. He and Uncle added some features. I came to take a look."

"Is there?"

Ji Xinyu picked up her phone and was about to open the app to see what new features her uncle had added to her new phone when Ji Jiale said, "You don't know anything about computers. Let me see. I'll give it back to you in five minutes."

"If you want to steal your uncle's skills, why don't you just tell him directly?"

Despite saying that, Ji Xinyu still generously handed her phone to her brother. "Here, keep it safe and put it on my bedside table. I'm going to sleep now. I have class tomorrow morning. Oh, by the way, Aunt Feifei said she's going to the US for May Day. Can you go, brother? If you can, let's go together. I'd like to go too."

Ji Jiale held his sister's phone in his hand, seemingly uninterested, and replied indifferently, "We'll see."

Ji Jiale, who had reached the door, suddenly turned back. When he came in, he saw the cookies on his sister's bedside table, bent down and took them. "Go to sleep."

Seeing that her brother had taken the cookies, Ji Xinyu said, "I forgot." She was so focused on planning their May Day trip that she forgot to give her brother the cookies.

"Oh, these cookies were all made by Yueyue. She said you don't like them too sweet, so she made them separately. The ones I gave to Mom were made by Aunt Feifei and me, so they're sweeter and from different batches."

He looked down at the transparent box in his hand, where he could clearly see that the cookies inside were neatly arranged and stacked, looking very delicious. He said softly, "Hmm, go to sleep early."

After saying that, he turned and left his sister's room, closing the door behind him. The three children shared their phone passwords with each other.

What Ji Xinyu didn't know was that Ji Jiale had already changed his phone password.

After the door was closed, Ji Xinyu crawled into bed and went to sleep.

Back in his room, Ji Jiale stood by the window. He opened the cookie box, picked up a cranberry-scented cookie, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it. It was sweet and delicious, not too sweet, and very tasty.

Gazing at a distant point, a smile curved his lips. Chewing, he opened his sister's phone, not bothering to check the settings or the added features, but immediately opening the photo album.

Half an hour later.

Ji Jiale gently placed his phone on his sister's bedside table. Seeing that his sister's hand wasn't under the covers, he bent down and tucked her hand under the covers, then helped her cover herself with the blanket.

Just drifting into a light sleep, Ji Xinyu vaguely felt someone covering her with a blanket. Subconsciously, she murmured, "Brother, are you done?"

"Okay, go to sleep. I'll take you to school tomorrow." During this period, Ji Hancheng didn't allow his daughter to ride the motorcycle.

Ji Xinyu didn't actually hear what her brother was saying very clearly. For her, who usually falls asleep on time, this was the time to be in the throes of sleep. She just casually replied, "Mmm."

Ji Jiale left the room after she agreed.

"Is Xiaoyu asleep?" I came out and bumped into Ji Hancheng, who was coming out of the study.

"Um."

The man, who had one hand on the doorknob and was about to go back to his room to sleep with his wife, paused in his action. He glanced at his son's handsome features, a hint of pride in his voice, and said sparingly, "The proposal you submitted today was not bad."

"Not bad" is a great compliment, he rarely praises people, this is unprecedented. Ji Jiale was not overjoyed by his father's praise, his expression was indifferent, he was still a long way from his goal, "Hmm, good."

The next day, Ji Jiale took her younger sister to school, and Ji Hancheng picked her up after school. This continued until the end of April.

During this period, Ji Jiale did not go to the studio, but Ji Xinyu went several times. Before going, Ji Jiale would always tell her not to talk nonsense.

He also said that if Yueyue asked, he should say he was working hard.

With the May Day holiday approaching, the parent-teacher meeting at Dijing Middle School has been moved up in time. Originally scheduled for mid-May, it has now been rescheduled to the end of April.

Han Family Villa.

The change in the date of the parent-teacher meeting caught Han Yichen off guard.

Inside the room, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth. His phone had been confiscated, and the teacher had only given a brief mention today, without any notification in the group chat. He planned to have his aunt, Tang Junyao, go to the school beforehand so that when the notification came down, he could tell his parents that his aunt had already gone.

Following the usual procedure for elementary school students, he borrowed his younger sister's phone and called his aunt several times, but no one answered. When he called his older sister, Xiaoyu, she said that Xiaoyu hadn't come home and was staying at school recently.

He didn't dare call his uncle; if he did, his dad would probably know he was up to something as soon as he called.

Han Yinuo stood to the side, still holding her phone, and reminded him, "Brother, Teacher Chen said she will call each parent individually to inform them of the parent-teacher conference."

Han Yichen: ".............." Are teachers these days so careless about saving on phone bills?

Making money is so easy? You're so bad at managing a household.

A dozen minutes later, Han Yichen came out of his sister's room, walked downstairs with a look of grim determination, coughed, and then sat down on the sofa. He glanced at his father, who was huddled with his mother looking at his phone, and saw him grinning smugly. He was too embarrassed to look at him.

When Han's mother looked up, she saw her grandson looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't, and she felt uncomfortable just looking at him. Han Yinuo sat down next to his brother.

"Is there something you need?" Han's mother asked.

Han Yichen scratched his neck and stretched his shoulders. "Um, something came up. Um... who's going to the parent-teacher conference the day after tomorrow?"

Han Yue didn't hear the whole thing because his son's speech wasn't very clear. He only caught the gist of it, straightened up, looked away from his phone, and looked at his son who was speaking unclearly and hiding important words. "Speak clearly. I have time. Speak one word at a time."

Han Yichen: ".............." There's really no need for that.

Seeing that her brother didn't speak, Han Yinuo said, "Dad, Mom, Teacher Chen said there's a parent-teacher conference the day after tomorrow. My brother and I wanted to ask who will be attending."

"Parent-teacher meeting? So early this year?" Han Yue leaned back on the sofa, taking in his son's nervousness. He made a plan in his mind. Lan Yunxi also looked at her son and daughter.

Mr. Han volunteered, "The parent-teacher meeting? Xiaoyue, you've been quite busy lately. I don't have much to do, so I'll go."

Han's mother glared at Han's father, her intentions all too obvious.

Feeling guilty after being glared at, Han's father touched his nose.

Lan Yunxi noticed that her son kept glancing at Han Yue and then at her, clearly indicating that he wasn't doing well at school. She guessed he was afraid that his father would find out about his situation and that he would be afraid of being beaten.

Knowing she was going to get a beating, why couldn't she be a model student like Nuonuo? This was something Lan Yunxi couldn't understand. When she was little, she and her brother Lan Yunchen both had excellent grades, so they never experienced the need for their parents to discipline them or the need to consider who should attend parent-teacher conferences.

When she was little, her parents always attended parent-teacher conferences with her and her brother, and they never missed a single one, no matter how busy they were.

It was obvious that attending together was fine, but Yue Ge might come back in a bad mood if he went alone, so Lan Yunxi volunteered, "I'll go."

Hearing Xiao Xi say she was going, Han Yue clearly saw his son breathe a sigh of relief, his clenched fist loosening. Han Yue smiled and said, "No need, none of you need to go. I will participate."

Han Yichen refused, "Dad, why don't you go next time?" He wanted to try to do better next time. It was a bit embarrassing to have his butt bruised on one side. He had finally recovered, and he didn't want to go through it a second time.

Han Yue looked at his nervous son with a half-smile, feigning composure, and said, "I already told your Uncle Xu a week ago that I would attend the parent-teacher conference this semester. Your teacher, Ms. Chen, already knew, didn't she tell you?"

"Or are you trying to switch the prince with a cat?"

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

Han's mother knew that her son would definitely attend this parent-teacher conference, but she did not know that he had already communicated with the teacher, "You contacted the homeroom teacher separately."

Mr. Han: Is my son really this proactive now? It seems like he's serious.

Just when everyone thought Han Yue had contacted the homeroom teacher alone, Han Yue laughed and said, "I don't contact other women alone except for my family. Teacher Chen is Xu Mingkai's wife."

Mr. Han was a little surprised. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

"Are you giving me the opportunity to disrupt the school's atmosphere?" Han Yue retorted to his father, explaining why he had deliberately kept quiet about it in the first place.

Han Yichen's eyes darted around, a hint of smugness in them, as if he had found his way in his confusion. Han Yue caught this little expression and extinguished it, saying, "You don't need to think about flattering your Uncle Xu. I've already talked to your uncle. For every point your score goes up, Uncle Xu's year-end bonus will increase by the same amount. For every point your score drops, Uncle Xu's bonus will be deducted by the same amount."

Han Yichen grew anxious, his voice suddenly rising several decibels, "Dad, this is too unfair! Teacher Chen is Teacher Chen, and Uncle Xu is Uncle Xu. This has absolutely nothing to do with each other. How can you deduct his salary?"

Han Yue said naturally, without the slightest feeling that it was inappropriate, "Husband and wife are one, sharing both fortune and misfortune."

Han Yichen finally gave up, angrily got up and went upstairs, "I'm going to do my homework."

Han Yinuo also stood up. "I'll help my brother check his homework."

After the children went upstairs, Lan Yunxi turned to Han Yue, her handsome brows furrowing, and asked, "Brother Yue, did you really threaten Teacher Chen and the others?"

Han Yue responded, glanced at his parents, and said, "Mm."

Lan Yunxi felt that this was wrong, but her parents-in-law were there and hadn't said anything.

Nobody likes to be threatened.

A moment later, Lan Yunxi received a message on her phone from Han Yue, who was sitting next to her: I didn't do what I just said. I was just trying to scare the brat. But I did tell Xu Mingkai to tell his wife to be stricter.

After reading all the information, Lan Yunxi's face lit up with a smile again. She grinned foolishly at Han Yue, who couldn't help but reach out and squeeze her hand.

Upon seeing this, the Han couple felt it was time to go upstairs. "We're going to the study to take care of some things."

Han Yue: "Mm."

In an instant, only Lan Yunxi and Han Yue remained in the living room. Lan Yunxi leaned on Han Yue's shoulder and said, "You scared me to death just now. I thought you threatened the teacher."

Han Yue took her hand and played with it one by one, showing no sign of boredom. His voice was gentle, "No, I won't do things you don't like."

He didn't want to see her unhappy; he only wanted her to be happy.

Lan Yunxi felt a warmth in her heart from Han Yue's last words and couldn't help but want to kiss him. She glanced at the stairwell and did just that, giving Han Yue a light kiss on the cheek.

Laughing, she changed the subject, "Why has Xiao Chen's personality become so mischievous? He was mischievous when he was little, but he never refused to study. Xiao Chen actually has a good memory; he could recite ancient poems when he was very young, and he's also very fast at math. Why is he at the bottom now?"

Lan Yunxi felt quite puzzled and kept thinking and analyzing to herself.

Seeing Xiao Xi's puzzled look, Han Yue smiled and helped to explain, "I asked around about all the classmates he plays with, and they are all in the bottom 5. None of them have ever been in the bottom 6. Can Can is even the last one in a grade below, and he himself is the second to last. There is no generation gap when you talk to them."

Lan Yunxi: ".........."

Seeing Xiao Xi's stunned expression, Han Yue realized that this was something that most good students couldn't understand. He understood; he had also ranked near the bottom in exams a few times, but he hadn't done as badly as his son. It was only when Guo Guo was a child that he couldn't do the questions, and his parents were busy, so the homework that they helped him with was always covered in red marks.

Seeing Guoguo cry after being criticized by the teacher for his haphazard help, he suddenly started studying like crazy.

The purpose was to teach Guoguo the problems she didn't understand, but he had never told anyone about this, not even Guoguo herself.

Han Yue raised his hand to rub Xiao Xi's head, then pinched his squinted cheeks. Xiao Chen's studies had become a major problem for the family, causing headaches for everyone. He comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, I can make his grades improve. I guarantee it will be within the top 10."

Does the second to last become the ninth in sequence?

Lan Yunxi looked at him in disbelief, only to see that Han Yue's eyes were full of certainty, and he even nodded at her, which meant he was absolutely certain.