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

The two individuals, who were trending on social media, managed to ignore everything else and went to the temple they had visited before.

They are coming out of the temple.

The two walked side by side up the steps. Ji Jiale leaned close to Lu Yiyue's ear and asked her again what she had wished for. Lu Yiyue looked up at him playfully, smiling but refusing to tell him.

Just as Ji Jiale pinched her cheek and was about to speak, Lu Yiyue's phone rang. It was her assistant calling to congratulate her.

Lu Yiyue took Ji Jiale's arm and walked down the steps, smiling as she answered the person on the other end of the phone. After a while, it seemed like a different person was on the other end of the phone, and the voice coming from the receiver was noticeably louder.

Miao Miao snatched the phone away, her excited voice booming through the screen. "Holy crap, Yueyue... what am I supposed to call you? You're actually Lu Yiyue from the Lu family, the LY designer at our company, and the boss's wife?!"

This information was devastating, at least to Lou Miaomiao. Lou Miaomiao had assumed Lu Yiyue was just an intern, perhaps someone arranged through connections, but she never imagined she was...

Lou Miaomiao just wanted to use the restroom, but she didn't expect to overhear Wenwen on the phone. Others might not understand Wenwen's cryptic words, but she did, and immediately snatched Wenwen's phone from the restroom.

Lu Yiyue turned to look at Ji Jiale, who was listening quietly, and replied with a smile, "To you, I am Lu Yiyue, so you can just call me Yueyue."

Lou Miaomiao: She actually argued with the boss's wife, saying it wasn't fair and wanted to compete for the assistant position. She must be out of her mind.

After exchanging a few words, Lu Yiyue hung up the phone with Lou Miaomiao, saying that they should treat each other the same way they usually do now.

From her words, Ji Jiale understood the whole story. Before he could speak, his phone received a warm message from his mother-in-law: "Lele, today is your wedding day. Feel free to do whatever you want tonight. You don't need to come home. Your father agreed."

After reading the message, Ji Jiale's lips curved into a particularly beautiful smile, as dazzling as the warm sun today. He handed the phone to Lu Yiyue with a half-smile.

Confused, she looked down and saw her mother's message. Lu Yiyue was speechless. Her mother was truly.........

Ji Jiale replied to the message with one hand: Thank you, Mom, I understand.

Su Xue: Hey, that's right, this is so much fun!

Ji Jiale: Okay.

Neither Ji Jiale nor Lu Yiyue went to the company. After leaving the temple, it was already past 4 p.m., and they went to the Emperor Hotel for dinner.

After leaving the Emperor Hotel, Ji Jiale drove his white Lamborghini with Lu Yiyue to Yixinyuan.

There are two apartments in Yixinyuan. One was given to my mother by my uncle, and the other was bought by my father. On the way there, Ji Jiale was hesitating about which apartment to take Yueyue to.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, while his other hand gently squeezed hers. Seeing him lost in thought, Lu Yiyue asked softly, "Where are we going?"

Ji Jiale asked, "Do you want to stay at Yixinyuan or Fenghuatai?"

"Which house do you have a key to?" Lu Yiyue's voice was very soft, buzzing like a mosquito's, but Ji Jiale still heard it.

Ji Jiale answered quickly, without the slightest hint of inappropriateness, "No, not at all."

Lu Yiyue: "............" So you also pick the lock without a key when you go back to your own home?

This isn't a good habit. Even if your skills are good, you can't use it every day. Although practice makes perfect, this isn't a skill worth showing off.

In the end, Ji Jiale chose Yixinyuan because it was not remote, while Fenghuatai was far from the city center and would be more convenient for Yueyue to go to work tomorrow.

Lu Yiyue was familiar with her mother's house because it held traces of her childhood. Ji Jiale chose another, larger house, her father's house.

It was rush hour, and the roads were very congested. It took Ji Jiale's sports car an hour to finally arrive at Yixinyuan.

After parking the car, Ji Jiale magically took a small suitcase out of the trunk.

Lu Yiyue stood by the car door waiting. Seeing that he had something in his hand, she asked curiously, "When did you prepare this box?"

"It's always been there."

Ji Jiale wasn't lying. He always had the habit of putting his travel essentials in the trunk of his car in case of a last-minute business trip. He didn't like the panic of buying things at the last minute.

Seeing that she was still staring at him, he realized she had misunderstood and explained again, "I've always kept it here in case I have to go on a business trip."

After they got together, he simply packed her clothes into the box.

Lu Yiyue understood and nodded.

Ji Jia pushed the suitcase with one hand and led Lu Yiyue to the apartment her father had bought. It took them a while to open the door. Lu Yiyue stood to the side, not going in immediately, and said hesitantly, "Lele, this password is so hard to open. Could it be Dad's private property? Maybe we should stay somewhere else."

"No need. If it can be opened, then there's no problem. Don't overthink it."

"It's just a house, and I don't even bother to look through the drawers, what could possibly be there?" Ji Jiale thought to herself.

This was Lu Yiyue's first time visiting this house. In the end, she believed Lele and followed her inside. "Did Godfather buy two houses and combine them?"

The area looks a bit large.

Ji Jiale glanced around, nodded, and replied casually, "Yeah, lots of money."

Out of curiosity, Lu Yiyue wandered around the room. The decoration was simple, but it was clear that a lot of care had been put into it. Ji Jiale, on the other hand, immediately took a liking to her father's room and went straight there. She took out a sheet from the closet to change the sheets.

When Lu Yiyue went to the master bedroom, she saw Ji Jiale changing the sheets. She put her bag on the bedside table to help, and Ji Jiale did not refuse. She felt that the two of them were a bit like a married couple at this moment.

One person held the corners of two blankets and kept shaking them. Lu Yiyue smiled like a child, very happy, her eyes full of joy.

After making the bed, Ji Jiale took Lu Yiyue's pajamas out of the box he brought up and handed them to her, "Go take a shower first."

Lu Yiyue took the pajamas, smiled, and didn't ask Ji Jiale why her pajamas were in the suitcase.

The room was very clean, and it was clear that Dad had it cleaned regularly. When Ji Jiale came in, she touched the furniture with her fingertips and found that there wasn't a speck of dust.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, making Ji Jiale feel restless. He took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tanned skin, and planned to smoke. But then he remembered that Yueyue didn't like the smell of smoke, so he gave up the idea and could only unbutton two buttons on his collar to cool down.

According to Ji Jiale, this room may hold memories of her parents, which is why her father regularly has it cleaned and is reluctant to sell it.

It's just that now Dad and Mom both live in the Ji residence, which is fine. Fenghua Terrace is empty, which is a waste.

Half an hour later, Lu Yiyue came out drying her wet hair. Concentrating on drying her hair, she didn't notice the carpet under her feet and almost tripped. Ji Jiale quickly rushed over and caught her waist. "Ah..."

After she regained her footing, Ji Jiale gently reminded her, "Watch where you're going."

He then led her to sit on the edge of the bed, and naturally went into the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

When Ji Jiale came out of the bathroom, he was holding a white hair dryer. He was examining it. The hair dryer was a bit high-end, and he wanted to check the temperature control settings so as not to hurt Yueyue. When he raised the hair dryer and looked up, he inadvertently caught sight of a red flower on the ceiling. It was so lifelike, like a real flower blooming on the ceiling. It was very beautiful and dazzling, so dazzling that it was hard to ignore.

Ji Jiale quickly lowered his eyes and looked away, his mind racing. He was thinking about the origin of the flower. He recalled that when he entered the room, he had immediately observed the master bedroom and looked at the ceiling, but he hadn't seen this unusual red flower.

So where did it come from?

From the moment we entered this door... it seems like only Yueyue called out once, so it's voice-activated, is it blooming?

Ji Jiale thought incredulously, her mind involuntarily exploring another aspect of this voice control. If that were really the case, then was her father playing a little trick? Was this the reason why he forbade them from staying at Yixinyuan before?

The hairdryer whirred softly, but Ji Jiale's thoughts drifted away. For some reason, he wanted to investigate this function of his father's hairdryer, and a slight smile crept onto his lips where Lu Yiyue couldn't see.

A few minutes later, he tried not to look up at the ceiling so that Yueyue wouldn't notice the problem. He ran his fingertips through his hair to check its dryness. "Okay, it's fine now. You can watch some TV while I go take a shower."

"oh."

Lu Yiyue also touched her hair with her hand, tidied it up, and obediently responded.

Ji Jiale had other plans. He took out an iPad from his suitcase and carefully opened the TV series that Yueyue often watched. He placed it on Yueyue's lap, then covered her with a blanket, put a cushion under her waist, and affectionately rubbed her head.

After finishing a series of tasks, he took his pajamas into the bathroom. Standing there, looking at the flower on the ceiling, he squinted and suddenly noticed a display screen in the corner showing the number one.

Ji Jiale felt that he had underestimated his father, who could actually count. Yueyue had just called out, so the number displayed on the screen was one.

Is this even possible?

Fifteen minutes later, Ji Jiale had a white bath towel wrapped around her waist, her upper body was bare, her tanned skin was exposed, and there were still water droplets on her chest that had not been dried and were soaked into the bath towel around her waist.

With his neatly arranged abs and well-defined V-line, exuding masculine hormones, Lu Yiyue was just getting into the exciting part when she suddenly felt a burning gaze fixed on her. She slowly raised her eyes and saw Ji Jiale, who was shirtless.

His body proportions are really good. Lu Yiyue stared at him for a few seconds, then calmly patted the side of the bed, intending to help him blow-dry his hair, her voice gentle, "Come here, what are you looking at?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiale walked over and obediently sat down in the spot she designated. She turned off the tablet, placed it aside, knelt on the bed, picked up the hairdryer from the bedside table, and began to dry his hair.

Her fingers were slender and soft, and with each touch they seemed to adjust the temperature, intensifying his arousal and causing his Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.

Lu Yiyue, who was helping to blow-dry his hair, did not notice the man's unusual reaction. She continued to blow-dry his hair while playing with the ends of his hair. His hair was very black and thick, unlike Xiao Chen's hair, which had been dyed many times and looked like straw when he grabbed it.

After her unconscious touch, Ji Jiale could no longer suppress his burning desire. To prevent her from seeing the flowers on the ceiling, he turned off the light, and instantly, the room was plunged into darkness.

Just as Lu Yiyue was about to say "wait," the kiss landed, silencing her screams and words. All that remained were the sounds of their lips meeting and their breaths...

The iPad was mercilessly tossed onto the carpet, then covered with pajamas, and then with a bath towel. The things thrown out of the bed were piled up high and haphazardly, like a human pyramid.

He kissed her for what seemed like an eternity, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can we stop playing music?"

In a dazed state, Lu Yiyue's eyes gleamed, and she nodded with a blush on her face, "Mmm." She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

He was overjoyed when she agreed. He was used to using music to cover up her shyness, but today she had surprisingly agreed not to play music.

I wonder if Yueyue will hit him when he wakes up tomorrow and sees the ceiling covered in blooming flowers.