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

At that time, the Ji residence.

Just as Ji Hancheng was getting into bed, ready to cuddle with his wife, he received a message from the bodyguard who was secretly protecting his son: Young Master has gone to Yixinyuan.

After reading the message, Ji Hancheng rubbed his temples with a headache. His brows felt like two ropes were being pulled closer together. He suddenly realized that teaching the child to pick locks was a mistake, and for a moment he regretted it. He had been too hasty.

Seeing him pinching his brow, Tang Junyao assumed he was tired and kindly reached out to massage his temples. "Tired?"

Ji Hancheng didn't want Yao Yao to know that Lele was staying at Yixinyuan with Yueyue tonight. If she knew, she might feel embarrassed when she saw Lele in the future. It's a bit embarrassing for a child to know the secret of their parents' happy life.

He took Tang Junyao's hand and held it in his own, lying with a straight face, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Tang Junyao glared at him. "I told you to take it easy. Go to sleep peacefully tonight."

"I know, wife." A man is a boy until he dies; there are some things he will never admit defeat to.

Noon the next day.

The two people in Yixinyuan slowly woke up. The first one to wake up was Lu Yiyue. Her voice was a little hoarse. She wanted to speak, but found that her throat was not very comfortable and it was difficult to speak, so she closed her mouth again.

I closed my eyes, then opened them again, intending to stare at the white ceiling to clear my head, when I was suddenly amazed by the flowers on the ceiling.

My first impression was how beautiful it is.

The flowers, in full bloom, ranged in color from light to dark, with varying shades. In the corner, a number was flashing: 180.

What is this? Lu Yiyue was filled with suspicion.

She didn't recall noticing any unusual design on the ceiling when she came in yesterday. She tried hard to remember, unsure whether it was there or not; had she simply missed it?

Lu Yiyue had no idea that these flowers were her creation; she initially thought they were a special feature designed by her godfather to light up the room.

Just as she was thinking, a low, husky voice sounded from the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her delicate neck, muffled, "You're awake? Aren't you tired?"

Seeing that he was awake, she asked curiously, in the softest of voices, because her throat was also sore, "This ceiling is so beautiful, did your godfather design it too?"

Before Ji Jiale could answer, Lu Yiyue began to whisper again, "I've heard of people designing starry seas and animated scenes for children's rooms, but this is the first time I've seen a design featuring a sea of ​​flowers."

"I don't think I've ever heard of such a design before. The idea is quite unique," Lu Yiyue thought to herself.

To save face for her father, she couldn't let her future daughter-in-law know that her father-in-law was so philandering, so she had to take the blame herself, saying, "No, I had someone design it."

He could feel his laughter even in the crook of his neck. He had looked at the ceiling countless times last night, and it really was beautiful. He realized that the flower wasn't a single color, but rather that it displayed different colors depending on the volume of the sound.

His father really broadened his horizons again; there's nothing he can't do, only things you can't imagine.

I have to admire my dad's brain.

Lu Yiyue turned to face him, her back a little sore, and continued to ask, "What's this for? To light up the room?"

Ji Jiale didn't answer, but showed her what it was for with his actions. Under the covers, he suddenly tickled her armpit. The unexpected attack startled Lu Yiyue, who cried out, "Ah..."

After the gasp, Ji Jiale smiled, moved her head away from her neck, reached out her hand from around her waist, gently pinched her chin, and turned her head so that her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

She saw a flower slowly unfolding on the ceiling, finally appearing at the top. She witnessed the entire blooming process and stared wide-eyed in disbelief, almost unable to react.

The number on the counter also changed to 181.

After a moment, she seemed to understand. Lu Yiyue: "............"

Coming to her senses, Lu Yiyue cursed Ji Jiale for the first time. Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Ji Jiale, you're sick."

So these were all the flowers she named?

Was this recommended by that weird designer? Are you crazy?

There was no way to avoid taking the blame. Lu Yiyue's anger had no effect whatsoever. Instead, Ji Jiale smiled, his smile gradually widening. To avoid upsetting her, he restrained himself and coaxed her, "I just wanted to make a record of it. If you don't like it, we won't come next time."

Finally, Lu Yiyue launched a soft punch and kick attack on Ji Jiale in bed, but Ji Jiale indulged her without stopping her and even laughed out loud, which made Lu Yiyue so angry that she bit him on the chest again.

Before Lu Yiyue could ask about the origin of the design, Ji Jiale took the initiative to explain that he added it later, thus completely clearing his father's name.

After trying out the new features for her father, Ji Jiale would return to China early every time he went on a business trip and bring Lu Yiyue to Yixinyuan to review and learn something new. It was as if Ji Jiale had been given access to the house.

Ji Hancheng, on the other hand, had his weakness exploited. He couldn't very well fight with his son over it. If Yueyue found out later that the design was his, he would lose face.

The next day, Lu Yiyue went back to the Lu family home, wanting to spend more time with her family before getting married.

At the end of the month.

Butler Ji passed away. Ji Hancheng took care of the old man's funeral and buried Butler Ji next to the old man. Before he passed away, Butler Ji said: "It's time. Lele is engaged. Someone has to tell the old man this good news. Take it to the old lady. I miss them too. Let me take it."

Steward Ji worked tirelessly in the Ji family mansion his entire life, without children or a wife. He was commonly known as Steward Ji, but what most people didn't know was that his surname wasn't actually Ji. When the monument was erected, Ji Hancheng changed Steward Ji's surname. Only members of the Ji family mansion were allowed to enter this garden.

End of the year.

It was a dark night, with a light drizzle falling and soaking the once dry ground. Looking up, all you could see was blackness, with no stars to accompany you.

The gloomy, rainy weather also made me feel down and irritable.

Beijing Capital International Airport.

An airplane slowly descended from the clouds, taxied for a distance, and a moment later, bodyguards in uniform stepped off the plane in an orderly fashion.

None of them were using umbrellas; they all stood upright on the ground, braving the rain, forming two neat rows.

Not long after.

A stretcher was carried down, flanked by three burly men with gloomy faces and dark eyes that looked as if they had been stained with ink.

Wearing a black down jacket, Han Yue's face was colder than ever before. He ordered in a deep voice, devoid of any warmth, "Open the car door."

Wearing a white down jacket, Lu Jinnan didn't use an umbrella and stuck his head out as he helped open the door of the RV, which contained a clean, large bed.

Ji Hancheng remained silent throughout, holding up a large black umbrella. He bent down, and the bodyguard took the umbrella from him and helped hold it up. Together, the three of them gently lifted the girl into the RV.

Ji Hancheng murmured, unsure whether he was speaking to himself or the person in bed, and tenderly reached out to brush away the stray hairs from the girl's forehead. His voice was broken and slightly trembling, "Let's go home."

Upon hearing this, Han Yue pressed his tongue hard against his back teeth to control his emotions. With a wave of his hand, all the bodyguards got into other cars one after another, and he and Lu Jinnan also got into the RV.

Upon hearing those two words, Lu Jinnan instantly broke down. He turned to look at the scenery outside, his eyes slightly warm. He frowned hard to suppress the tears welling up, his lips slightly parted.

Han Yue didn't say anything, but silently patted Ji Hancheng's shoulder to comfort him.

Sensing his brothers' emotions, Ji Hancheng managed to say one sentence, as if speaking to himself, and also to encourage himself: "You'll wake up."

Upon hearing those three words, Lu Jinnan's tears, which he had been desperately holding back, began to fall from the corners of his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, feeling utterly pathetic. He sniffed, "If Hanhan doesn't wake up, tomorrow I'll kowtow and pray at every temple in the capital."

The atmosphere was silent. None of the three men spoke. The person lying on the bed was pale, with countless wounds on his cheeks, large and small. His mouth was severely cracked, and there were knife wounds on his neck. Only Ji Hancheng knew about the wounds under the blanket.

Han Yue composed himself and said calmly, "Didn't I say there's a 70% chance? That means she'll definitely wake up. If Hanhan doesn't wake up, I'll do what Jin Nan did and kneel down and beg Buddha for you."

Two grown men who had never believed in fate or Buddhism placed their hopes on Buddha.

The car drove slowly, and everyone on the road fell silent. Ji Hancheng's gaze remained fixed on Hanhan on the bed. The other two couldn't bear to see their brother like this, but there was nothing they could do. They could only look away and leave the room quiet.

When the car arrived at the Ji residence, everyone was already standing in the courtyard waiting for them.

Su Xue, Lan Yunxi, Lu Yiyue, and even the Han family couple came. Today is not Friday, so Lu Qingchen, Ji Xinyu, and Su Can have not returned.

As soon as the RV stopped in the yard, everyone rushed to greet it. Tang Junyao helped her mother-in-law Yuan Shu, Ji Jiale helped her grandfather Ji Hang, and Su Xue, worried about her best friend, stayed close by.

As soon as the car door opened, a stretcher from another vehicle was immediately carried out. When Yuan Shu saw the stretcher, her legs went weak, and Tang Junyao almost fell over as well. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling sore, and walked forward with the strongest possible posture.

Han's father glanced at Ji Jiale's cold face, then stepped forward to help Ji Hang, saying to Ji Jiale, "Go and help."

Lu Yiyue rushed forward to check on Hanhan, who had been brought back. After squeezing in and seeing who she was, she almost lost her balance. She grabbed the car door, holding back her tears, her eyes glistening with tears. She didn't have the strength to help. Lan Yunxi saw that Yueyue was not in a good state, so she went up to check on her and immediately burst into tears, covering her nose with her hand as tears streamed down her face.

She couldn't even utter the words "I'm fine," afraid that her sister would be upset if she saw it, so she immediately swallowed back her tears. Han Yue was busy and didn't pay attention to Xiao Xi.

When he helped lift Hanhan onto the stretcher, he noticed that Xiaoxi was crying. He didn't have time to comfort her, so he quickly patted the back of Xiaoxi's head with one hand and then immediately carried Hanhan into the house with Ji Hancheng.

The stretcher passed by several people, and everyone could clearly see the injuries on Hanhan's face as she lay on it. Doctors were already in position, followed by many authoritative experts from the base, and bodyguards carried medical equipment.

Yuan Shu almost couldn't catch her breath. Her fists clenched tightly, and her heart was pounding. She raised her hand to let Yao Yao loosen her grip, took a breath, and said in a trembling voice, "Yao Yao, go and check on Mom. She's alright."

Han's mother went over and helped Yuan Shu up, saying, "We're here, go on."

The group didn't dare to go up all at once. The Han couple waited downstairs, keeping an eye on Yuan Shu and Ji Hang. Su Xue, Lan Yunxi, and Lu Yiyue followed them up.

After settling Hanhan in, Lu Jinnan and Han Yue stood up and prepared to go out. The doctor would be placing instruments on Hanhan later, and since they were not doctors, they needed to avoid the situation.

Ji Hancheng's face remained gloomy, but he didn't forget to express his gratitude, saying, "Thanks, go back now."

Han Yue and Lu Jinnan answered in unison, their voices deep and their emotions low, "Brothers."

Ji Hancheng uttered a single word, "Mmm."