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

Xie Mufeng never expected Lu Jinnan to bring this up so directly, without beating around the bush at all. After thinking for a moment, he politely replied, "Yes, Uncle, I want to pursue Yueyue."

Upon hearing Xie Mufeng's words, Lu Qingchen became even more disillusioned. He considered Xie Mufeng a good friend, but Xie Mufeng wanted to be his brother-in-law? What was he thinking?

Wow, they hid it well.

Why does this feel like inviting a wolf into the house? No, it didn't work out yet, Dad found out.

Xie Mufeng has already graduated. He came to the school today to visit Lu Qingchen, but he also came to inquire about Lu Yiyue. It was thanks to Han Yue's information that they were able to meet at the school gate, which prevented Lu Jinnan from coming up empty-handed.

"You want to pursue our Yueyue? ... Sure, go ahead."

Upon hearing this, Xie Mufeng's eyes lit up with surprise, but a few seconds later they darkened and turned into worry.

Lu Jinnan stared at him with a half-smile, as if he wanted to devour him. Xie Mufeng guessed that there must be more to the story, and it wouldn't be that simple.

Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, and as the cigarette in Lu Jinnan's hand burned out, he handed the cigarette butt to his son and instructed, "Throw it away. Be civilized and polite."

Lu Qingchen was caught off guard by her father's unusual behavior and, being overly polite, replied a beat late, "Oh..."

As he spoke, Lu Qingchen took the cigarette butt from his father's hand and walked towards the trash can. Out of curiosity, he kept looking back and almost tripped.

After Lu Qingchen walked away, Lu Jinnan finally spoke, "I won't stop you from pursuing Yueyue, but Yueyue is the apple of our family's eye. I have a few conditions. First, my future son-in-law must be the richest man in the capital, or at least one of the richest. That's my minimum requirement. Second, he can't be a rich second-generation. I need a boy who can protect Yueyue, not a rich second-generation who inherits the family business. That's just good fortune in being born into wealth, not ability. Someone who directly inherits the family business and lives off their inheritance can't protect Yueyue."

Xie Mufeng: Does this mean I have to become the richest man in the capital before I can pursue Lu Yiyue?

Isn't this harder than climbing to heaven?

Little did he know, what Lu Jinnan wanted was for Xie Mufeng to back down. After a while, Xie Mufeng understood Lu Jinnan's purpose and politely said goodbye, "Uncle, I won't go to the studio anymore. Goodbye, Uncle."

Lu Jinnan thought the boy was quite polite, much more so than that brat Ji Jiale. "Kid, you're not bad, just not a good match for our Yueyue. Keep it up."

Xie Mufeng gave an awkward smile and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Uncle. Goodbye."

Lu Jinnan was in a good mood after his scheme succeeded. He bent down to fix his hair in front of the rearview mirror, a victorious smile on his face. When he saw his son coming over, he turned his back on his head and criticized him: "You brainless idiot! People are eyeing your sister, and you're bringing them to your sister's front. Is that all you want your sister to do? Get married early."

Lu Qingchen, who was suddenly slapped on the back of the head, was also very wronged. How would he know? He couldn't read minds. "How would I know? I met my senior brother by playing basketball. How would I know he was after my sister?"

If he had known, he would never have brought Xie Mufeng to his sister's door. However, he thought Xie Mufeng was quite nice; he was polite, cheerful, and could make his sister laugh. "Dad, I think you've set the bar too high for my future brother-in-law. Why don't you just choose the president? My sister would become the first lady after marrying him, and you'd be the president's father-in-law. That would be so much better..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jinnan kicked him, gave his son a disdainful look, and said, "Get in the car."

Lu Qingchen misses his grandfather very much. Every time his grandfather comes to pick him up, he takes him somewhere to play. His father rarely comes to pick him up and even hits him several times. He needs to get his DNA tested sometime.

Evening, at the studio.

Lu Yiyue lay on Ji Jiale's lap, holding his hand and playing with it. "Did you put on hand cream? It's so delicate, like a girl's." And so white, it doesn't look like a boy's hand at all.

Ji Jiale answered without any modesty, in a very serious tone, "No, it's innate."

"Your self-praise is a bit too much."

Chi Chia-lo: "Excessive modesty is hypocrisy. I don't lie."

"Ji Jiale, I've noticed you're getting more and more shameless. Is your usual cold face all an act, huh?"

With his other hand, Ji Jiale was tidying up her curly hair that was draped over his legs, his fingers carefully running through her soft strands, as if afraid of hurting her. "No, except for you. Did I give you the cold shoulder?"

Lu Yiyue lay flat on her back, gazing into his deep, doting, and loving eyes, and asked, "No? That means I'm not holding it against you, Ji Jiale. Can I ask when you started liking me?"

"I don't remember, it's been a long time."

After a long pause, Ji Jiale asked, "And you?"

"I don't remember, all I remember is that you were the only one I was happy with."

Ji Jiale: "No one else's name will appear on my household registration book." It will either remain blank or it will simply be Lu Yiyue's name.

Affection welled up in their eyes. Ji Jiale lowered his head, and Lu Yiyue looked up. Just as their lips were a few centimeters apart, the door was suddenly pushed open. The bodyguard, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't, covered his eyes and reported, "Miss Lu, Mr. Lu is almost here. The car has already entered the parking lot."

The ambiguous feelings vanished in an instant. Lu Yiyue wasn't flustered. She had imagined the scenario of her father suddenly appearing countless times. She calmly replied to the bodyguard, "You can go out now. I'll be right out. When my father comes, tell him I'm changing clothes and getting ready to leave work."

That way, her father wouldn't come in immediately. After giving the instructions, Lu Yiyue got up from Ji Jiale's lap without any panic. Instead, she remained calm. Ji Jiale, on the other hand, was no longer in a hurry. He had always known that Lu Yiyue was emotionally stable and would never panic no matter what happened.

Seeing him smiling at her, she patted his arm. "Still smiling? You want to go public? I'm leaving now. Close the door later."

Ji Jiale ruffled her curly hair and quickly pecked her lips. "Okay, go ahead."

To prevent her father from coming in, Lu Yiyue walked towards the door while fixing her curly hair, slung her bag over her shoulder, and quickly turned off the studio lights.

After Ji Hancheng's reminder, Ji Jiale became more discreet about dating, and Lu Yiyue didn't need to change her clothes today.

Just as Lu Yiyue opened the door with her bag, Lu Jinnan arrived at the door, ready to open it. Lu Yiyue didn't even have time to finish what she was telling the bodyguard.

Lu Yiyue looked a little surprised, but also delighted, and asked with a smile, "Dad, what brings you here?"

Bodyguard: Miss Lu is wasting her time not in the entertainment industry. Her acting skills are amazing. One second she's all lovey-dovey with CEO Ji, and the next she's a well-behaved daughter coming home surprised by her father's sudden appearance.

Absolutely brilliant.

In the darkness, Ji Jiale sat alone on the sofa, his hands clasped behind his head. He lay down on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking very relaxed. He didn't look like he was about to be caught cheating at all. He listened to the conversation outside with great interest, a beautiful smile curving his lips. He inexplicably found Yueyue very cute.

Lu Jinnan hadn't expected his daughter to get off work so soon. "Dad was just taking care of something nearby and was thinking of coming over to pick you up."

After Xie Mufeng's incident, Lu Jinnan had a nagging worry that his daughter might be kidnapped by some boy and then kept it from him. Now it seems he was overthinking it.

Lu Yiyue took out her key from her bag and naturally locked the studio door. After locking it, she carefully checked it again, then took Lu Jinnan's arm and walked out without looking back at the studio the whole time. "Is Xiaochen back today?"

Bodyguard: Are they going to lock Little Ji inside all night? That's so pitiful.

Lu Jinnan: "Yes, I picked them up today."

"Oh, I thought Grandpa was the one who picked me up." Lu Yiyue was already in the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt. She wasn't holding her phone; she had silenced it before leaving the house to avoid being caught.

Lu Jinnan lied, started the car, and drove towards the Lu family home, saying, "I'm not busy at the company today, so I'm just picking them up on the way."

Lu Yiyue: The Lu Group and Imperial University are completely different, so how did they end up together?

About 40 minutes later, the car arrived at the Lu family villa.

Lu Jinnan turned off the engine, and Lu Yiyue got out of the car. As soon as she got out, she took her father's arm and walked towards the door. The people on the sofa were a little surprised to see the father and daughter returning together. Su Xue said, "Hey, why did you go to pick up Yueyue again?"

Lu Jinnan answered very naturally, "It was on my way. I just finished entertaining a client and was picking up Yueyue on the way."

Lu's mother: "Then Yueyue won't have a car to go to work tomorrow, right? Yueyue, you can take your dad's sports car there, and have the driver bring back the one from your studio."

Lu Jinnan: "I'll take Yueyue to work first tomorrow before I go to the company."

Lu Yiyue didn't refuse and readily agreed, happy that her father would take her to work. She said softly, "Grandma, it's okay, I'll just take Dad's car to the studio tomorrow."

Su Xue smelled something different and turned to look at her son, who was playing King of Glory with his head down. She gave him a long look, but Lu Qingchen didn't even glance at her. He just kept playing the game quietly, without interrupting or disturbing her.

When Lu Jinnan returned in the afternoon, he warned his son to keep his mouth shut, or he would be in big trouble if he dared to say anything out of line in front of his sister. Fearing that he might say something wrong, Lu Qingchen could only try to make himself less noticeable by playing video games.

There are too many shrewd people in the family. Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and my sister are as shrewd as monkeys in some ways. They can smell the gossip in just one glance. He doesn't dare to look up. It's better to play dead.

This is a secret between Lu Jinnan and his son. If it were to be leaked, it would undoubtedly be Lu Qingchen who told him.

At the studio, Ji Jiale didn't leave immediately. Instead, he toured the entire studio. Normally, with his assistant around, he couldn't touch this or that at will, but at night he could look around freely.

Lu Yiyue's phone chimed, and she texted Ji Jiale after going up from the living room: Have you gone back yet?

Ji Jiale wouldn't deceive Lu Yiyue, so he wouldn't lie to her either, and honestly replied: I'm still in the studio.

Lu Yiyue was a little worried: Don't you know how to pick locks? Won't you be able to get out?

Ji Jiale suddenly joked: Sleeping in the studio is not bad, I can see you tomorrow morning.

Lu Yiyue blushed after reading the message, feeling sweet inside. She realized that Ji Jiale was completely different after falling in love compared to his previous aloofness. Sometimes, the things he said unintentionally were very captivating, like now.

Lu Yiyue thought he really planned to sleep in the studio, so she reminded him: My dad will take me to the studio tomorrow.

Ji Jiale: I'm going back right away. You should go to sleep early. Don't wait for me to get home. I'll send you a message when I get home.

How could Lu Yiyue not wait for him to get home? Be careful, don't text while driving.

Ji Jiale: Hmm.

At that time, a certain room in the Han family villa was having a blast. Han Yue's phone was playing Tiss's personal DJ set, one song after another, making Han Yue feel like he was in Tiss's.

Half an hour ago, Han Yue asked Han Yichen to write an essay. Han Yichen said he wasn't in the right state of mind and suggested playing some music to adjust his mood. Han Yue then asked if playing music would help him write a better essay.

Han Yichen said OK decisively. The eight DJ tracks had finished playing. Han Yichen was swaying his waist to the rhythm of the music. At this moment, Han Yichen's state reminded Han Yue, who was sitting on the side with his legs crossed, of Guo Guo driving.

Han Yue: "If you're going to listen to music, then listen to music. Will wiggling your butt help you write an extra word?"

Upon hearing this, Han Yichen stopped wiggling his bottom and sat up straight.

Han Yue's other phone was specifically for receiving messages. It rang on the corner of the table. He bent down to glance at it, then continued to lean lazily back in his chair. After reading the message, he smiled slightly and picked up the phone that was playing music.

Han Yichen thought his father was going to turn off the music. "I haven't finished writing yet, wait a minute."

"I'll let you off this time. Do you think the college entrance exam is a bar where you can play DJ music while writing an essay? If what you write later isn't worth reading, you can go for a run outside."

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to spoil me anyway. You give all your love to my mom. Okay, okay."

Han Yue then sent a message to his nephew Ji Jiale: Congratulations on your future father-in-law personally helping you get rid of your love rival.

Ji Jiale replied quickly, with just a simple line of text. He had already guessed what his godfather had done today, and combined with today's surprise attack, he could understand: it was all thanks to his uncle's accurate information.

After reading the message, Han Yue smiled but didn't reply. He kicked his son's chair leg and urged, "Hurry up! Writing an essay is like squeezing toothpaste. I'm going to sleep even if you're not."

Having a son and sending him to high school is like sending him to high school; he can't even hold his wife to sleep at night anymore. Every time he returns to the room, Xiao Xi is already asleep.

Enraged, he added, "If you want to repeat a year like Can Can, I can keep you going."

Han Yichen: "Don't say anything. I was having a burst of inspiration, and you've interrupted me."

Han Yue: "..........." He's got nothing to say, but he's got quite the airs. You brat.