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

Imperial Capital Hospital.

Tang Junyao, Su Xue, and other doctors spent more than two hours on the highway resuscitation efforts, and then drove back to the hospital without stopping to support the resuscitation work in the operating room.

The rescue efforts didn't end until 12:30 a.m., with no fatalities. Those with minor injuries were transferred to regular wards, while those with serious injuries were kept under observation in the ICU. This relieved Tang Junyao's tense nerves.

As soon as Su Xue stepped out of the operating room, she and Tang Junyao collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. Su Xue said, "Yaoyao, I feel like I'm going to die. I can't even lift my arms, and my legs are shaking like I have Parkinson's."

Tang Junyao wasn't much better off. She had gotten up very early and hadn't had a chance to catch up on sleep before being called to bed. She said weakly, "I'm not much better off either. I'm starving. Let me catch my breath a bit, then we'll take a taxi home."

She didn't want to take up any more medical resources; the car really couldn't go any faster.

Su Xuetang sighed, looking up at the white ceiling, half-dead: "We definitely have to take a taxi. My foot can't press the accelerator, and I don't even have the strength to call a driver. We'll ask the security guard to get me a car later, and then pay the fare. We can pay him back tomorrow. Luckily, we're off tomorrow."

"Are you crazy? Making someone pay for this? I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm so sleepy, I just want to lie down."

Tang Junyao had to pay for this herself; she didn't like owing money overnight, especially to people she had no relatives or friends with.

The security guard helped the two people hail two taxis to go home. They were so tired while waiting for the taxis that they didn't say a word.

At 1 a.m., one of the lights in the Ji Building was still on.

Xu Mingkai stood to the side, feeling utterly miserable. He could have left work much earlier, but Ji Shao insisted on finishing all of tomorrow's work tonight.

It's almost one o'clock now.

As he complained, the man looked up and began tidying up some documents: "That's enough, you can go back now."

Xu Mingkai felt like he had won the lottery. He quickly organized all the documents, went downstairs, and drove Ji Hancheng to the Royal Garden.

A minute before getting out of the car, the man coldly uttered a few words, "Don't come to pick me up tomorrow."

"Okay, is it to keep the young mistress company?" Xu Mingkai understood now. So, Young Master Ji was working overtime tonight because he wanted to take time out of his schedule to spend with the young mistress tomorrow.

It's time to spend some time with the young mistress; she's so great and works so hard.

Ji Hancheng's cold, icy gaze silenced him, and he quickly stepped on the gas and drove off.

Entering the villa.

The living room was a bit dim, with only the light by the entrance on. Ji Hancheng looked around suspiciously. Hadn't he come back?

A faint breathing sound came from the quiet living room. Following the sound, the woman was found lying on the sofa. It was so cold, yet she was sleeping on the sofa, and what's more, she wasn't covered at all.

My gaze swept down from her head to her forehead, and I saw that her white down jacket and jeans were covered in blood, as were her face and forehead. How tired she must have been to fall asleep like that, so dirty, without even taking a shower.

Is she so tired that she doesn't want to move at all?

That's an extreme level of slovenliness!

However, seeing this scene, a certain part of his chest trembled, and he felt a pang of sadness and an indescribable discomfort.

I feel a little sorry for this woman!

He, who was always a clean freak, frowned as he walked to her side, gently slipped one hand under her back and the other under her knees, lifted her onto his lap, took off her coat, threw it on the ground, and then gently carried her upstairs.

The woman was sleeping soundly, in a deep sleep. Despite all this commotion, she showed no signs of waking up. She was sleeping peacefully.

He went straight upstairs to the guest room, walked to the bedside, put her on the bed, took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, and gently wiped away the bloodstains and dirt from her face, from head to toe, without missing a single detail.

An unprecedented level of attentiveness.

He glanced up at the woman, saw that she was sleeping soundly, and then took off her jeans. In an instant, her two fair and slender legs caught his eye, and a surge of heat rose in his body.

My Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and my lower abdomen felt a little tight.

He quickly turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, stood up, went to the wardrobe to get a change of clothes for her, tucked her in, and covered her bare legs.

After he finished, the woman was still sleeping peacefully. Water droplets were already dripping from his forehead. He turned around and went to the master bedroom to take a shower.

Half an hour later.

After taking a shower, he returned to the guest room and glanced at the woman who was exhausted but still working on the front lines.

With a touch of tenderness, he affectionately touched her forehead, gazed at her for a moment, and then gently closed the door.

Early the next morning.

Ji Hancheng was still in bed, sleeping in for the first time in many years.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated, buzzing incessantly. He closed his eyes, stretched out his slender hand, and reached for the phone by feel.

His voice, still half-asleep, sounded particularly low and hoarse. "Feed." He didn't look at the caller ID.

"Young Master Ji, your wife is trending on Weibo. She's been dominating the top of the trending lists since last night. Aren't you going to try to get her off the list?" Lu Jinnan, surrounded by women, understood the downsides of staying at the top of the trending list for so long.

This is a double-edged sword, just like himself.

Moreover, for Tang Junyao, the disadvantages definitely outweigh the advantages.

There are many reds.

He opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed his temples with a headache, turned on the air conditioner, set the temperature to 28 degrees Celsius, and then sat up, leaning against the headboard.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Why retreat?" He felt he could no longer protect her.

"Brother, your wife isn't like you. She works at a hospital. Where there are women, there's bound to be trouble. Three women can make a drama. Are you sure you don't want to help her sort this out? Besides, doesn't your wife prefer to keep a low profile? This incident has gone too far. Are you sure you don't want to show some support..."

He slowly lit a cigarette, held it between his lips, and inhaled the nicotine, but didn't actually light it. "Do you think I need to put on a show? You know her well, haven't given up yet?"

He was just idly reminding us after eating too much, how did he get labeled again? Is he crazy?

Lu Jinnan: "............" My good intentions have been completely wasted.

"Young Master Ji, you can't just label me like that. I meant well, you know? I..."

The dial tone interrupted his attempt to continue. Lu Jinnan angrily took the phone away from his ear and looked at it. Sure enough, this man was too heartless, showing no respect whatsoever. He hung up the phone without even saying a word, lacking any manners.

Upon further thought, Lu Jinnan was astonished to find Ji Hancheng still in bed at 8:30. Could it be that he was angry because Ji Hancheng had interrupted his adult game with his sister-in-law in the morning?

It's possible that Lu Jinnan has already imagined a tender and affectionate scene.

Ji Hancheng had no idea that his brother was making up the reason why he woke up late.

The man, after hanging up the phone, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He finished his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray by the bed, and lazily sat up to send Han Yue a message. Without caring what the other person was doing, he simply said, "Take down all the trending topics and news about her online."

Han Yue, on the other side, wasn't surprised by his actions, and knew who she was referring to. "I'm afraid something might happen to her."

Ji Hancheng said impatiently, "Enough with the nonsense, hurry up."

Han Yue wanted to confirm, "Ji Hancheng, have you fallen for her?" As perceptive as he was, the Ji family he knew never cared about any woman, not even Lu Man before; he had never seen him take her seriously.

Ji Hancheng retorted resolutely, "Do you think I'm blind to fall for a scheming woman?"

Han Yue: "Hmm, that's good. Young Master Ji, I hope you continue to maintain this awareness and don't let me see the day you're proven wrong."

The shrewd Han Yue stored the chat interface in the cloud.

Ji Hancheng: ".........."

1:30 p.m.

The blinding light shone directly into the headboard through the gap in the curtains, making the person on the bed instinctively stretch out their white arm to shield their eyes.

She habitually checks the time on her phone.

Hmm... I really exhausted myself yesterday.

When she saw the sleeve of her pajamas, her mind went blank. What was going on?

She sat up abruptly, lifted the covers to check the changes in her body, and saw a set of pajamas?

Tang Junyao: "........." She remembered that when she got home by taxi last night, she didn't even have the strength to go upstairs after taking off her shoes. She wanted to rest on the sofa for a while before going upstairs.

Why am I sleeping in bed? And who changed my clothes? Was it Ji Hancheng?

No way, I have a million questions that need to be answered.

She immediately got out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.