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

He could still fall asleep by counting stars. He had counted two-thirds of the stars on the ceiling when sleepiness slowly crept in. Just as his eyelids closed, his phone under the pillow started vibrating incessantly.

He slowly reached out a hand, quietly took out his phone from under the pillow, squinted at the constantly flashing contact name on the screen, slid his thumb to answer, and lowered his voice, "Grandpa."

The old man was shrewd; he could tell what was going on just by listening to his grandson's hushed voice on the other end of the line. The disdainful tone, "Staying at that girl's house?"

Ji Hancheng was dissatisfied. What did he mean by him staying at Yao Yao's house? Yao Yao was at his house now, was she his own grandfather?

He said in a deep voice, with dissatisfaction, "She's in my house."

Grandpa Ji's deep voice flowed from the microphone, still carrying a hint of disdain, "Hmph, come smug in front of me when you can remarry. What time are you coming over?"

Ji Hancheng glanced down at the woman slowly waking up in his arms, and smiled. "Come over here now that you're awake. Let's have lunch. Have Aunt Ji make some sugar-free rice cakes."

Grandpa Ji agreed and hung up the phone. He couldn't just leave without disturbing the young couple's life.

After hanging up the phone, he lowered his head, glanced tenderly at the woman in his arms, tucked the phone back under the pillow, and used his well-defined hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Did I wake you?"

She was nestled in my arms, soft and delicate, just woken up, limp and weak. "Is that Grandpa Ji?"

Grandpa Ji? I didn't think there was anything wrong with it before, but now it sounds a bit too polite, and it just doesn't sound right.

His hands weren't idle; he was playing with a strand of hair, his tone gentle, "Isn't it tiring to say three words?"

Three words?

Grandpa Ji?

I mean, I want her to get rid of Ji. Got it.

She smiled gently, the morning light filtering through, making one want to kiss her. "Can I drop my surname? But we're divorced now. Don't your parents have any objections to calling me 'Grandpa' directly?"

Ji Hancheng continued to casually play with his hair, his tone indifferent, as if he didn't want to add to her burden, saying, "They'd love for you to change all your forms of address."

He was certain that if they remarried today, his grandfather would announce it loudly the very next second.

She smiled slightly and hugged his waist tightly inside the blanket. "I'll take it step by step."

The Ji residence was unusually lively today. Little Youzi was running around happily in the living room, playing hide-and-seek with Butler Ji.

Grandpa Ji was helping them cheat, having Butler Ji pretend to be blind and unable to see Xiaoyouzi. Butler Ji kept shouting, "Where's the young master? Where did the young master hide? I can't find him!"

Little Yuzi was hiding behind the sofa where Grandpa Ji was sitting, covered with a blanket, giggling inside. Actually, the sound was enough to have caught her, but Butler Ji had no choice but to pretend not to see.

Ji Hancheng: You can play like this? You can have so much fun with this kind of game.

Xu Mingkai stood to the side, extremely envious. This was the atmosphere of home. He missed home. Waaah!

After a while, Aunt Ji brought over a bowl of sugar-free rice cakes. "Young Madam, this is something I recently learned to make. Please try it and see if it's good and what you think needs improvement."

As soon as she said that, everyone's eyes were fixed on her, expectantly. She forced herself to reach for a piece of pastry and stiffly stuffed it into her mouth.

Imagine what it feels like to eat under the watchful eyes of everyone, and then have to give an answer after you finish.

She chewed slowly, moved her lips slightly, and smacked her lips at the pastry stuck in her mouth. "Sister Ji, it's quite delicious. It tastes like authentic rice cake."

Aunt Ji was very proud. "I learned from a genuine rice cake master. The young master hired someone at a high price to teach us, but I'm the only one who learned it the best, and the taste is the best too."

us?

So it's many people, not just Sister Ji...

This would be very awkward for her. How could she say what she likes to eat in the future? If she said she likes snail rice noodles, would Ji Zhai agree? Probably not, since not many people can accept that taste.

"What are you thinking about, are you stupid?"

Hearing his grandson's tone, Grandpa Ji glared at him and said, "You've returned the entire Chinese dictionary to your teacher, and you can't even think of a decent word."

She glanced at the pitiful Ji Hancheng and for a moment doubted that he had been switched at birth. "Grandpa Ji, I told him to say whatever he wanted and not to be so polite with me. I prefer a more relaxed way of getting along."

Grandpa Ji had already noticed the change in how Yao Yao addressed him. In the past, she would have simply said "Grandpa Ji" directly. This time, she paused, indicating that she wanted to change it, but was also embarrassed. A warm look immediately appeared in her eyes, her smile deepened, and the wrinkles on her face gathered together. "Ah, our Yao Yao is so understanding. You've found a treasure, kid. Be happy about it."

Ji Hancheng had no way to refute what Grandpa Ji said. He had to admit that his grandfather had a sharp eye and finally understood why he had to force him to get the marriage certificate.

The old man was indeed good at finding women. My mother was chosen by my grandfather, but my father also fell for her at first sight. My grandfather also fell in love with my grandmother at first sight, and they stayed together until old age. However, my grandmother had many health problems due to her hard work and entrepreneurship with my grandfather when she was young. She didn't want my grandfather to worry when she was sick, so she kept it from him. In the end, her condition worsened and she passed away early.

He was the only one who didn't listen to his grandfather, and it seems he was the only one who suffered.

Yuan Shu came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of strawberries. The strawberries were big and red, and it was obvious at a glance that they had been carefully selected. Her eyes met Tang Junyao's, and she politely greeted her, "Auntie."

Yuan Shu was taken aback, but quickly replied, "Okay, let's eat fruit first, and we'll have dinner in an hour at most."

Tang Junyao smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

After Yuan Shu finished speaking, she took a strawberry and walked to Grandpa Ji's side, pulling off the little blanket from Xiao Youzi's body. "You're here. Come on, stop playing and let's eat strawberries first. These strawberries are very sweet. Shall we try some?"

Little Youzi loves strawberries the most; they're sweet, juicy, and cute with their red color. "Okay." He quickly slid off the sofa, and Yuan Shu, afraid he'd fall, used one hand to protect him.

"Slow down, no rush. If you're out, Grandma will go buy some more."

This was the first time Tang Junyao had seen Yuan Shu so patient. She was stunned for a while, as if everyone was changing.

Little Youzi happily ate the strawberries, while Yuan Shu patiently held a tissue in one hand and a strawberry in the other, waiting for Little Youzi to swallow before stuffing more into his mouth, truly serving him like a king.

Even Ji Hancheng, who was standing next to him, had a darker look in his eyes. However, he couldn't beat two opponents at once, and his grandfather alone was enough to make him admit defeat. He could only watch his son eating leisurely across from him with a sullen face.

Little Youzi seemed to be protected by a superhuman shield, completely unafraid of Ji Hancheng's blatant warning gaze, automatically ignoring it, continuing to eat with her mouth while playing with her toys with her hands, since she didn't need her hands right now.

Juice was dripping from his chin, and Yuan Shu patiently pulled out a tissue to help wipe it away, always keeping him looking handsome and clean.

Tang Junyao's brow twitched when she saw this. If things continued like this, would she really become a big shot?

Grandpa Ji seemed to sense their worries and kindly offered some reassurance, a smile still lingering in his eyes, "Don't worry, Lele is still young. We'll spoil her for now. Our little one is very clever and knows how to read people's expressions. She'll definitely be more sensible than you when she grows up."

He was naturally referring to Ji Hancheng.

Ji Hancheng's face darkened; he was the least popular person in the entire Ji family.

The little guy is now treated like royalty at the Ji residence.