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

Time passed quietly, and May 20th arrived.

The entrance to the studio was filled with all kinds of flower baskets, making it look like a flower shop opening at first glance.

Luxury cars kept arriving at the entrance, turning the studio into a party venue. The assistant, Wenwen, was seeing such a scene for the first time and went back and forth to help take care of the guests.

People came and went in waves, and it had been two hours since the ribbon-cutting ceremony. The studio doors were practically worn down by the crowds.

The elders had all left after the ribbon-cutting ceremony, leaving the time for the children. At this moment, only a few children remained in the studio: Lu Qingchen, Ji Xinyu, and Han Yinuo.

Ji Jiale was the only one missing.

After Su Can and Han Yichen finished the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Su Yu and Han Yue each dragged them home.

Lu Qingchen: "Why didn't Brother Le come today?"

Ji Xinyu answered truthfully, her tone filled with regret and helplessness, "My brother went abroad today. My mom said there's a difficult client who insists on meeting today, so my brother had no choice but to go."

Lu Qingchen: "I heard from my mom that Brother Le is planning to start a design company. Is that true? Is Brother Le planning to start his own business?"

Ji Xinyu: "No, my brother probably thinks my dad is still young and wants to build a career for himself. That's called being ambitious, unlike you."

"Besides, if my brother doesn't inherit the company, who will? Am I supposed to inherit it? Should I go to the company and teach the employees how to set bones, or should I have Hanhan go to the company and teach the employees military training?"

A few people imagined the scene, and Lu Qingchen waved his hand, "Forget it, brother is still the most suitable. It's just a bit of a pity that Brother Le can't come to my sister's opening today."

The milk tea that Lu Yiyue ordered for everyone has arrived.

Wenwen came in carrying two bags of milk tea, bent down and placed them on the coffee table. "Sis, the milk tea has arrived. I've put it here."

Lu Yiyue nodded, "Take them yourselves, see what flavors you all like to drink, Wenwen, this is yours."

"Thank you, sis. But I feel like today is a bit like a flower shop opening. I hope we don't end up trending on social media."

Lu Yiyue said confidently, "No, my godfather said he'll help me get rid of the news."

The assistant was a little puzzled. "Sis, aren't we planning to expand the studio? Isn't this trending topic the best form of publicity?"

Lu Yiyue didn't offer a specific explanation, but simply smiled and said, "You'll find out later. Drink up."

Just as everyone was about to ask the same question, a young man in a suit walked in through the door. After Lu Qingchen recognized him, he quickly stood up, his enthusiasm tinged with surprise, "Senior brother, what brings you here?"

The visitor was Xie Mufeng, who was holding a bouquet of flowers and politely congratulated her, "Miss Lu, may your business prosper."

As a guest, Lu Yiyue stood up and accepted the bouquet from his hand. It was a large bouquet, mostly red roses. She politely thanked him, saying, "The clothes fit perfectly, thank you."

Xie Mufeng's clothes today were made by Lu Yiyue. He smiled handsomely, "A walking GG."

Ji Xinyu glanced at the refined and polite man. He was quite good-looking, but far inferior to her brother. She nudged her assistant, who was sitting quietly drinking milk tea and seemed oblivious to the world around her, and asked, "Wenwen, who is this guy? Is he pursuing Yueyue?"

Uncle Lu was keeping a close eye on things, wasn't he?

How come there's still a loophole?

Han Yinuo tilted her head and leaned closer. The three women instantly became a scene. The other three were chatting in a huddle, but the three women couldn't hear clearly because their voices weren't loud.

Han Yinuo: "This person seems to be a classmate of Brother Xiaochen. He just called him 'senior brother'."

The assistant took a big gulp of milk tea, waved her hand, and explained, "No, oh, yes, let me think about how to put it into words later."

Everyone waited for the assistant's reply. A few seconds later, the assistant said, "This person is Xiao Chen's senior from school. We met through basketball. He came to have a suit made a few days ago, so he's a customer. He's probably here to congratulate us on our opening today. He's very polite."

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to the man who had suddenly entered. Ji Xinyu had a keen eye; she noticed that the man's gaze never left Yueyue.

Subconsciously, she took out her phone and quietly snapped a photo of the three of them. Han Yinuo and her assistant didn't quite understand Ji Xinyu's actions, so they lowered their voices and asked in unison, "Sis, why are you taking a picture?"

The assistant asked again, "Sister Xiaoyu, you haven't fallen for her, have you?"

Ji Xinyu put away her phone and slapped her assistant on the head. "What are you thinking? Who do you take me for? This one isn't my style. It's too stuffy and too soft. I still prefer my dad's style."

In Ji Xinyu's opinion, this man seemed gentle, considerate and polite, but he was like a central air conditioner, so nice to everyone, which made her feel insecure.

It's better to be like Dad and my brother, who don't care about others and are only good to the people they like. That makes me feel so safe.

This kind of affection is the most luxurious; he can be indifferent to everyone else, but he makes an exception for you. Just thinking about it is wonderful.

Han Yinuo had the same thought as Ji Xinyu, and immediately thought of her father. "Yes, yes, just like my father. He is cold and aloof on the outside, but he is really gentle and tender to my mother. My mother is very happy. I have never seen my mother cry since I was a child. If I ever do cry, it is because she was moved by my father."

Ji Xinyu: "Right, right? Anyway, I don't really like the 'central air conditioning' type. I always feel like they're everyone's boyfriend." There's no sense of exclusivity.

The people were speaking very softly.

Ji Xinyu sent the photo she had just taken to her brother, with the caption: "Brother, are you back yet? I'm telling you, there's this guy who's like a central air conditioner trying to woo Yueyue. Look at his eyes, doesn't he look like her? I don't think he's a good match for our Yueyue."

Seeing that her brother did not reply, Ji Xinyu sent another message: I think a gentle woman like our Yueyue should have a unique love, not this kind of central air conditioning type. What do you think, brother? After all, you are her brother. If someone wants to pursue Yueyue, you should help to check them out.

Perhaps feeling uncomfortable from the intense gazes from the three people on the sofa, Xie Mufeng turned around, smiled politely at everyone, and said goodbye politely, "Then I'll go first, goodbye. I'll come back to pick up the clothes when they're finished. If you haven't gained weight, just use the previous size. My dad said your craftsmanship is good, and he's planning to come over and have a few sets made when he has time."

Lu Yiyue smiled politely and nodded, "Goodbye, take the invoice."

Xie Mufeng took the invoice and noticed that Lu Yiyue's hands were really white and slender. "Okay, goodbye Xiao Chen, let's meet up."

Lu Qingchen waved his hand: "Okay, bye-bye."

Xie Mufeng ordered two more suits.

Lu Qingchen looked like she wanted praise, "Sis, isn't Senior Brother Xie a good guy? The people I mentor aren't difficult to deal with, they're all easy to talk to. I know you don't like troublesome and fussy clients."

"Hmm, quite polite." Lu Yiyue answered her brother simply, not really wanting to talk about Xie Mufeng, treating him as just a client. "What would you like for lunch? My treat."

Ji Xinyu raised her hand and answered, "Oh yeah, sis, can I say I want to eat hot pot?"

"Are you crazy? Eating hot pot in this weather? It's 20 degrees Celsius today."

"What's wrong with 20 degrees Celsius? Does that mean we can't eat it? Then all the hot pot restaurants in the world would go out of business! Can't you eat it, sis?"

Lu Yiyue indulged, "Sure, you're a boy, why can't you be more considerate of girls?"

Han Yinuo bit down on the straw; she also wanted to eat hot pot. It had been a long time since she had eaten hot pot with everyone, but it was a bit of a pity that many people were missing.

Lu Qingchen thought to himself, if Ji Xinyu and Ji Xinhan are considered women, then even a sow would be a woman.

Because of the opening, many people came to order custom-made suits in the morning and afternoon, keeping us busy until 9:30 pm.

Lu Yiyue packed her things and said to her assistant, who was also tidying up, "Wenwen, you've worked hard. You can go back now. There will be a few interviews tomorrow, so you can relax a bit then."

Over the past few days, a number of people have come for interviews, but Lu Yiyue is not satisfied with any of them. She feels that they are just there to coast along and are not genuinely there to work.

The assistant was already yawning from exhaustion. "Sis, aren't you going home? I'll wait for you."

"I'll wait a little longer, you go first, I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

"Well, I won't mind waiting a little while. I'll wait for you to come together, otherwise you'll be bored by yourself."

Lu Yiyue smiled and refused, "No need, I'm already so old, I'm not scared, besides there are four people standing outside."

The assistant looked in the direction Lu Yiyue pointed and felt much relieved. "Okay, I'll be going now."

"Okay, drive carefully and be safe. Text me when you get home."

"Okay, sure."

After the assistant left, Lu Yiyue did not leave immediately. Instead, she calmed down and started drawing design drafts. The model in her mind was a handsome boy.

Half an hour later, she finished drawing the general outline, stopped writing, glanced at the door, put away her pencil and placed it aside, then locked the drawing in the drawer.

He stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, turned off the light, and before she could react, "Ah... um..."

The studio was pitch black with the lights off and the curtains drawn, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Lu Yiyue was so frightened by the sudden kiss that she stopped screaming. She was terrified, her heart pounding. Only when she smelled the familiar fragrance did she calm down and desperately pound on the chest of the man who had appeared out of nowhere.

Yes, there are four bodyguards standing at the door. They wouldn't be here if they weren't familiar with the people.

My mind just went blank, and all that was left was fear.

His kiss was clumsy, awkward, and not very comfortable. He stepped back, casually closed the door, and braced his hands on either side of the wall. His breath carried a faint smell of alcohol. Lu Yiyue was pinned against the wall. She already knew who it was. She smiled in the darkness, her cheeks flushed.

He asked knowingly, "Brother, are you drunk?"

After a moment of silence, Ji Jiale suddenly pulled her into his arms, very tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones, his voice pleading, "Can you not agree to what others have said?" Wait for him a little longer.

These words left Lu Yiyue momentarily stunned. Who was she supposed to agree to?

Nobody's pursuing her. With her father's protectiveness, who would dare to pursue her?

She didn't push him away, nor did she hug him back, nor did she answer the question from before. Instead, she asked in return, with a smile, "Not pretending anymore? Not waiting anymore?"

He held her tightly, as if letting go would mean losing her, leaning against her shoulder like a child, his voice muffled and a little aggrieved. He couldn't wait any longer, afraid that he would lose her forever. "Yueyue, let's be together."

Hearing this, his eyes welled up, and two lines of tears streamed down his cheeks onto his white shirt. The suit jacket he had been carrying when he came in was already on the floor. Feeling the dampness, he got up to turn on the light, but Lu Yiyue suddenly hugged him tightly, not letting him leave. She sniffed and asked, "Will you remember what you said after you sober up tomorrow?"

She had waited so many years for these words, so many years, and she was afraid he would forget them when he woke up tomorrow.