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

Today, while he was discussing a project abroad, he received a message from his younger sister, Ji Xinyu. From the photo, it was clear to the naked eye that the boy in the photo had feelings for Yueyue that were too direct and intense.

It's like they've written "I like you, I want to pursue you" all over their foreheads.

Yueyue might not have noticed, but as a boy himself, he could immediately read the thoughts hidden in the boy's eyes.

Yueyue was still smiling at him, smiling so gently. He panicked. Over the years, there had been very few men around Lu Yiyue, practically none. This was all thanks to her father. That's why he said last time that keeping a close eye on her wasn't a bad thing.

Today, this man suddenly showed up at the studio and delivered flowers, which Yueyue accepted.

That evening, while celebrating the signing of the cooperation project, all he could think about was Yueyue smiling at that boy, and that boy's undisguised gaze filled with longing for Yueyue.

He was in a bad mood, his chest felt tight, and he accidentally drank a few too many drinks. After finishing, he called a designated driver and drove straight here.

His voice came from my shoulder, deep and certain, "I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober."

"Yueyue, is it okay?"

Lu Yiyue was amused by his words. He kissed her forcefully right away, and now he's only asking if it's okay? Really, he's only doing this because she likes him. Otherwise, any other girl would have gotten a slap in the face. Her laughter reached his chest, making him a little nervous.

She answered the questions calmly and slowly, "What is the name of my studio?"

He stood up and turned on a wall lamp by the door. At that moment, she looked up at him. From his chin upwards, his smooth facial features were incredibly handsome. Lu Yiyue stared at him for a few seconds, mesmerized.

She didn't know when her heart had found its home.

only-ly.

He looked down at her, the name of the studio flashing through his mind. Her eyes were full of tenderness and shone brightly, as if she were lighting his way, so that he wouldn't lose his way.

At that moment, he was like a primary school student being questioned by a teacher, afraid that he would answer incorrectly and be criticized when he stood up. But he wasn't afraid of being criticized; he was afraid that if he answered incorrectly, Yueyue would reject him.

After guessing at the letters for a moment, he answered cautiously, with an unprecedented level of nervousness, "Our names?"

After he finished speaking, he waited quietly for the teacher to announce the correct answer. Even in the dim light, you could see the tension in his eyes. When had he ever been so nervous before?

Lu Yiyue smiled gently, parted her lips slightly, and uttered each word clearly, "I...only...am...willing...to...only...you."

How can one change their mind once a trademark has been registered?

Each word is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up the surface and creating ripples.

Only, willingly.

She was revealing the answer to everyone, but he was still foolishly asking.

All his emotions poured out at that moment. He couldn't help but lift her chin, bend down, and let the faint smell of alcohol enter his nostrils. Their lips met, and she seemed unnatural; he didn't know her well.

Following her memory, I reached out and turned off the wall lamp behind her. The studio was plunged into darkness once more. In the quiet room, only ambiguous emotions circulated. The exchange between our lips contained longing, anticipation, desire, and release... All of these emotions spread in this moment, like a climbing vine, constantly extending and growing wildly.

The lingering, passionate kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, from awkwardness to gradually getting into the mood, from overlapping to separating, and then from overlapping to separating again, repeating the cycle over and over again, as if this action was something they never tired of doing, something they enjoyed doing endlessly, even when they were on the verge of suffocation and couldn't breathe, they still wanted to try it again.

He lifted her by the waist and pulled her into his arms. She didn't know when, but she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Their warm breaths brushed against each other's faces, like feathers floating on their cheeks, tickling them.

They could feel each other's abnormal heart rates even through their clothes; they knew the pace was too fast without needing to test it.

In the darkness, his deep eyes reddened slightly. As he bent down to embrace her again, his cheek brushed against hers, and he could feel its intense heat. Without even looking, he knew she was flushed. He smiled contentedly, a satisfaction he had never felt before, and teased, "Shy, huh?"

He bent down, and she still kept her arms around his neck. Hearing this, she patted the back of his neck with her small hand, making a "smack" sound.

The force of the kiss didn't hurt him at all; it felt more like playful teasing, prompting him to kiss her red ear without thinking. "I'm not going to say anything more. Let's hug for a while."

Four bodyguards stood outside the door, having waited for more than half an hour since the lights were turned off, on, and off again.

They didn't see the Lu family's young lady, whom they were protecting, come out.

One of the bodyguards, unable to contain himself any longer, asked, "Brother, they're not doing *that* in there, are they?"

"What are you thinking? The lights are off inside."

"Who turns on the lights for this?"

"Have you done this before?"

"I don't even know where my girlfriend is or where she goes, what the hell? Am I supposed to be with you?"

"No, I'm straight, don't be interested in me."

One of the bodyguards was a little worried. Dating was one thing, but what if things really went too far? Shouldn't they tell Mr. Lu? "Brother, are we really not supposed to tell Mr. Lu about this? What if Miss Lu gets…"

"Stop imagining things. What can you do in this place? Who turns on the lights when they're on a date? It's just a relationship, what's the big deal? If you go and tell anyone, I'll be seeing you at your gravesite next year on this day."

Bodyguard: "............" Who talks about love with the lights off?

The studio was still dark, with the lights off. The two had moved from the doorway to the sofa. Lu Yiyue sat on Ji Jiale's lap, his arms wrapped around her waist. She was showing him the name she had saved for him on her phone.

Upon seeing the note on his phone screen, Ji Jiale frowned, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Client?"

Lu Yiyue wrapped her arms around his neck, the blush on her face not yet completely faded, as if she had applied blush, which looked beautiful with her smile. She retorted, "Otherwise, what should I write?"

Ji Jiale thought this title was better than "brother." He felt guilty calling her "brother," so he generously took his phone out of his pocket, handed it to her, and continued to hug her.

A muffled voice came through, "I'm sorry."

Lu Yiyue: "It was my own choice, brother. Don't ever say those three words again. I don't like hearing them."

At this moment, she was assertive, both in her tone and attitude.

"Okay, sure."

Suddenly he leaned close to her ear and whispered something. As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yiyue's cheeks turned bright red. She was so angry that she immediately hit him, and he smiled knowingly.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Ji Jiale, fearing she might actually be angry, gestured for her to look at her phone.

She didn't ask him for the password, but guessed and unlocked the phone. Sure enough, the password was their actual birthdays.

Back then, Uncle Lan Yunchen was trying to prevent Dad from changing his and Yueyue's real birth dates, and he never changed them back until they registered their household registration. However, they both remembered their real birthdays.

Xiaoyu and the others knew that their brother's and Yueyue's birthdays were wrong, but they didn't know why. Ji Hancheng explained that the staff registering the household had misunderstood the numbers and entered the wrong date.

After all, Ji Hancheng was extremely secretive about the mistakes he had made.

Ji Jiale wasn't surprised that Lu Yiyue could guess the password. He had previously set up a dual protection system for his phone, so that no matter what numbers Xiaoyu or Hanhan entered, the phone would unlock.

As a result, Xiaoyu and Hanhan both thought they had no secrets from their brother, that they knew each other's passwords, and that the unlock password for their brother's phone was their birthdays. They always thought that way.

When Lu Yiyue was browsing WeChat and saw the words "Yuebao" at the top of her chat, her smile gradually widened. When did this person become so romantic? She pursed her lips to suppress her smile.

He, like a child, didn't care what she was looking at at all, and nuzzled his head against her neck.

The happy moment was interrupted by someone who didn't know any better. Lu Yiyue's phone rang incessantly. She handed him the phone, picked up her rather large phone, swiped to answer, and deliberately pressed speakerphone. "Dad."

He held his breath, trying not to make a sound, but he didn't loosen his grip on her.

Even through the screen, Lu Jinnan could sense a hint of worry in his voice on the other end of the phone. "Yueyue, it's almost 11:30, why aren't you back yet?"

Lu Yiyue stared with amusement at the man who was listening to the phone. She held the phone in one hand, her gaze fixed on Ji Jiale's handsome features. The light illuminated their faces. He squinted at her, and she looked at him with a provocative smile, replying, "Dad, I'm at the studio. I'll be back soon."

Lu Jinnan was clearly still worried. "Why are you still in the studio? This is too tiring. Dad will come pick you up."

Seeing her provocation, Ji Jiale also harbored wicked intentions. Suddenly, he kissed her. Startled by the unexpected kiss, she almost screamed. She instinctively covered her mouth, glared at him fiercely as a warning, and lied, "Dad, I'm already in the car, ready to go home. I have four bodyguards with me, so don't worry. Don't worry, I'm driving now."

Seeing that his daughter was about to drive, Lu Jinnan didn't want to nag any longer. He could only tell her to be careful before hanging up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiyue gently patted Ji Jiale's broad shoulder. "You want to go public?"

A thoughtful look crossed Ji Jiale's eyes. Lu Yiyue understood him; if he paused for even a second or made a single movement, she could guess what he was worried about. Suddenly, she hugged him and said, "My studio is my answer. I'll wait for you. The day you come to marry me, no matter when."

His large, warm hand gently stroked the back of her head, again and again, as if soothing a child. "Okay, I'll be right away."

After a while, Lu Yiyue noticed that his worries had dissipated. She sat up and didn't dare to stay in the studio any longer. If she didn't go home soon, she was really afraid that her father would come and arrest her, and then she might really have to keep calling him "brother".

elder brother?

Ever since Ji Jiale said that vulgar thing, she realized that the word "brother" had been tainted, and she didn't want to call him that anymore.

She knew he was working hard and didn't want him to suffer a blow from his father before he achieved anything.

Her father always had very high standards for his son-in-law. Whenever someone asked about his future son-in-law, he would say that such a man was only found in heaven. Several times, Lu Yiyue felt that if she followed her father's requirements, she would never have to get married in her life.

From height to looks, then from looks to character, then from character to ability, then from ability to family background, and so on... the requirements are endless. This is why so many rich second-generation heirs dare not pursue Lu Yiyue.

From the very beginning, Lu Jinnan spread his criteria for choosing a son-in-law, but in reality, they were only half true and half false. Lu Jinnan just wanted to discourage those who coveted his daughter, so he deliberately made his son-in-law sound like a god among men.

The two stayed in the studio for another ten minutes or so. Ji Jiale shared his progress, and Lu Yiyue comforted him, telling him to take his time.

Everything was left unsaid, but their communication didn't seem to require explicit explanations. For example, there was no need to ask whether their relationship was secret or public. Lu Yiyue understood Ji Jiale too well.

Finally, Lu Yiyue asked Ji Jiale how he managed to enter so openly, and Ji Jiale smiled and told Lu Yiyue that the bodyguard was her uncle's man.

The matter then becomes clear.