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

It was almost noon.

The person in bed slowly woke up, awakened by the heat. In their dream, they felt as if they were surrounded by a furnace, with waves of heat rising from their body.

My arms are sore and weak, and my back feels like the aftereffects of doing a backbend last night during dance rehearsal. It's very uncomfortable, and I don't even want to move.

His throat was incredibly hoarse from singing so much last night. "You..."

As soon as she spoke, she sensed something was wrong and realized that her voice was hoarse and sounded terrible, so Lu Yiyue chose to remain silent.

Ji Jiale wasn't a deep sleeper, but last night was his deepest, most peaceful, and most content sleep. Sensing movement from under the covers, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

His voice was magnetic and husky in the early morning. It wasn't from talking for a long time, but rather from being still half-asleep. It sounded very pleasant. He opened his eyes, still sleepy, and instinctively pulled her into his arms. "Don't you want to sleep?"

Because her voice wasn't pleasant, Lu Yiyue didn't answer, but simply nodded in his arms, "Mmm."

"Are you feeling unwell? Hmm?"

Under the covers, Lu Yiyue touched his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. With her other hand, she held his other hand and placed it on her smooth waist, making it clear that her waist was uncomfortable.

She buried her head in his chest, pretending to be dead, a little shy, the red ink spreading again.

Ji Jiale took in her actions, looking down at her adorable appearance. His heart began to flutter again. He placed his large hand on her waist, gently rubbing it, and said apologetically, while holding her tightly with his other hand, "Sorry, the music was DJ music, I lost control."

Last night, most of the music was DJ music. In the high-energy atmosphere, his body cells couldn't be controlled, and he lost control of the rhythm of the music. With the two types of music mixed together, his emotions reached their peak.

His massage was very gentle. After a while, Lu Yiyue felt that her lower back wasn't so sore anymore, and the heat on her face subsided a little. She asked softly, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"Let's go again later. Is there anything else that's bothering you, hmm?"

Lu Yiyue shook her head, then suddenly remembered that she was in his room and urged, "Hurry up and get up, Xiao Chen and the others will be coming to find us soon."

"Mmm." He readily agreed, but his body didn't move; instead, he tightened his grip on her. "You called me 'brother' a few times last night? Hmm?"

Last time at the studio, Lu Yiyue deliberately called him "brother," but the man in front of her said that she could call him "brother," but not normally, only on special occasions.

It wasn't until last night that she finally understood what the "special moment" the usually serious man meant, and she was so angry that she bit his chest.

He groaned and frowned, but didn't push her away, indulging her to vent. A few seconds later, Lu Yiyue stepped back, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction. His chest was covered in her teeth marks, as if he had been branded with her own personal mark.

Ji Jiale looked down at the faint, neatly arranged teeth marks on his chest, touched them, and asked, "Yueyue, I want to get your name tattooed here."

Lu Yiyue looked up and met his serious gaze, realizing he wasn't joking. She never expected him to have such a romantic idea. She was touched, but didn't want him to do it. She reached out and hugged him, resting her cheek against his chest, and mumbled, "I don't agree."

Ji Jiale lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, asking, "Why?"

She extended her index finger, touched his heart with the tip, and said earnestly, "As long as you have me here, I can feel it."

Love or not can be seen in the eyes, otherwise she wouldn't have waited so long.

Lu Yiyue was very clear-headed. As long as Ji Jiale had her in his heart, that was enough. If he didn't love her, what did it matter if his whole body was covered with her name? Besides, she liked him intact. No... Just as she was thinking this, her hand touched an uneven spot on her chest.

She didn't care about anything else and pulled the blanket down without thinking. Ji Jiale didn't stop her. He would find out sooner or later. It was too dark last night and she was confused and infatuated, so it was normal that she didn't notice for a while.

Her fingertips rubbed against a faint scar on her chest. She frowned and asked, "When did you get this scar?"

Judging from the wound, it can be guessed that it was very deep at the time, and the stitches can still be seen with the naked eye, although they have faded now.

She began to recall, and before Ji Jiale could even say "it's nothing," the clever Lu Yiyue had already figured out when the scar had appeared. She looked up at him guiltily, "You were injured that day, weren't you?"

Seeing her small eyes widen in surprise, he lowered his head and kissed her eyelid, trying to distract her. He spoke softly, a smile playing on his lips, "Not getting up, huh? Aren't you afraid Xiao Chen will come looking for you?"

Seeing that he was trying to change the subject, Lu Yiyue asked again, her tone forceful, "You lied to me that day, you were injured, weren't you? This injury is from when those people injured you last time."

Seeing that she wouldn't let go, he smiled and comforted her, pinched her cheek, hugged her, and said casually, "I'm fine now, I just didn't want you to worry, you know that." He couldn't bear to see her cry.

After saying this, Lu Yiyue couldn't help but cry. Her eyes were hot, and the mist blurred her vision, wetting his chest.

He gently raised his hand and used his lips to wipe away the hot tears on her cheeks, comforting her, "Silly girl, why are you crying? Don't cry."

At that time, Lu Yiyue truly believed him. Her godmother also said it was just a superficial injury, and his brisk walking dispelled all her doubts. She focused all her concern on Xiao Chen, paying little attention to him. "How could you be so silly? I always thought you really only had a superficial injury. Show me, are there any other injuries?"

Seeing the worry on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes, he felt a pang of heartache. There was nothing he could do but cooperate. Luckily, he had used scar removal cream to remove all the scars on his body, otherwise she would have been heartbroken to see so many scars.

If Ji Jiale had known she was in so much pain, she should have listened to her mother and had the scar surgically removed. She felt a little regretful.

He sat up, and she sat up after him, pulling the blanket up tighter, and carefully examining every part of his body, from top to bottom. The atmosphere had been quite serious. "Is there anything on your lower body?"

He had initially intended to tease her upon hearing this, but seeing the worry in her eyes, he obediently knelt up on the bed and even turned around to make it easier for her to see clearly. "No, it's just this one scar, it's not that serious."

After the examination, her heart finally settled down. Little did she know that the other scars had already been erased. With a pained expression, Lu Yiyue reached out and pulled his arm to the bed, solemnly saying, "Ji Jiale."

Seeing her so serious, he didn't dare joke around and replied solemnly, "Yes, go ahead, I'm listening."

"From now on, no matter what happens, good or bad, you can't hide anything from me." She hoped to weather the storms with him, rather than him bearing the burden while she enjoyed a peaceful life.

Meeting her serious and earnest eyes, Ji Jiale's heart softened. He couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair, replying, "Okay, I understand."

"Get up?" He wiped away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. "I was wrong, don't cry."

Meeting his anxious gaze, she finally couldn't bear to stay angry for too long. Actually, she wasn't angry, just heartbroken. He always hid everything he did, presenting his best side to her while concealing everything he was going through without offering any explanation. "What about my clothes?"

Her cute, pouty lips couldn't resist pinching his nose, as if to punish him.

Her phone rang at that moment. She glanced at the constantly changing contact name, "Dad," and gestured for Ji Jiale to be quiet. "Shh." Then she slid the answer button, adjusted her tone, and said, "Dad."

Ji Jiale smiled, gently lifted the covers and got out of bed. He went to the wardrobe to get her clothes. After they got together, he bought clothes for each season, all of which were styles she liked.

Her clothes hung in the closet, all kinds of styles, pants, skirts, coats, spring, summer, autumn and winter, taking up the entire closet and fully interpreting the differences between the seasons.

Seeing her on the phone, he picked out a suit made by Lu Yiyue and put it on. She pulled the blanket up, which had slipped off, and stared at his back, lost in thought, until the person on the other end of the phone called out to her, "Yueyue, is the signal bad?"

At this moment, Ji Jiale turned to look at her, pointed to the clothes, and asked her which outfit to wear. He stepped aside, and she saw a closet full of clothes, all in her favorite colors. Her heart felt like it had been suddenly filled with honey water, so sweet it was almost unbearable. She raised her hand to indicate that she would wait a moment.

"Dad, I'm listening. Go ahead and tell me."

Lu Jinnan assumed his daughter was still a little groggy from just waking up. "It's okay, Dad just called to ask why you're sleeping in the same room as Xiaochen."

For a moment, Lu Yiyue didn't understand what her father was saying. When did she start sleeping in the same room as Xiao Chen? She slept with her boyfriend last night.

Could it be that the man, who was already fully dressed, had discussed this with Xiao Chen?

That shouldn't be the case. Xiao Chen never keeps her mouth shut, just like her father in that respect.

She anxiously looked at Ji Jiale with her eyes, coughed lightly, and made Ji Jiale, who was helping Lu Yiyue pick out clothes, turn around, communicating silently.

Lu Yiyue mouthed, "Did you ask Xiaochen to tell Dad that I'm sleeping in the same room as him?"

Ji Jiale stared at her delicate lips, watching them open and close. After understanding what she wanted to ask, he suddenly leaned forward, propped himself up on the edge of the bed with one hand, and whispered in her ear how to answer, "Just say yes, Xiao Chen might be making things up."

"Yueyue".

By the time she realized what was happening, he had already stood up and headed for the bathroom as if nothing had happened. "Yeah, he's still sleeping. He drank too much last night, and I was worried about him."

She talked with Lu Jinnan for another ten minutes or so, telling her parents to have fun and not to worry about her. She also said that she would go to the Su family's house that night to look after her younger brother and help him with his winter vacation homework.

Guoguo was overjoyed to hear this and praised Yueyue for being sensible, saying that whoever married Yueyue would be incredibly lucky.

Even over the phone, you could hear Han Guoguo's loud voice and Su Xue's self-praise.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Jiale handed the outfit he had chosen to Lu Yiyue, asking, "Is this one okay?"

The style was a bit too sophisticated, but Lu Yiyue liked it quite a bit. It was a casual off-white suit, and Ji Jiale had also paired it with a black undershirt. There was also a pair of round, plain earrings placed next to the suit.

"Can."