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

The following day, at the Ji residence.

Everyone except Ji Jiale was having breakfast at the restaurant. The two children were being taken care of by their grandparents while they ate breakfast. Grandparents spoiling their grandchildren knows no age limit. Yuan Shu and Ji Hang moved all the breakfast to the front of their granddaughters.

They were afraid the children wouldn't get enough to eat or that they wouldn't have enough to eat.

There's a common phenomenon in grandparent-led pampering: there's a kind of hunger that grandparents perceive as hunger, and a kind of cold that grandparents perceive as cold.

"That's enough, Grandma... I'm full... I can't eat anymore."

Ji Xinyu waved her hand, her mouth still full of breakfast, and mumbled her refusal.

She was already stuffed; her stomach was bloated.

Ji Xinhan was still eating heartily. Her appetite was twice that of Ji Xinyu, probably because she exercised more. Ji Xinyu occasionally went for a morning run, but Ji Xinhan had to exercise as soon as she got up. If she didn't exercise, her whole body would itch and she would feel uncomfortable.

After finishing his breakfast, Ji Hancheng took out a tissue to wipe his lips and softly suggested, "Xiaoyu, why don't you take another day off today?"

"No need, Dad, I'm really fine. I'm almost completely better. My brother might still be feeling a little unwell."

Ji Hancheng knew his son wasn't feeling well and had a fever last night, but he didn't say it, not wanting his daughter and parents to worry. He stayed in his son's room all night, watching over him until 2:30 a.m., changing the ice packs, and only returned to his room after the temperature came down. Tang Junyao went to her son's room around 3 a.m. and stayed until breakfast.

Neither the couple mentioned that their son had a fever last night, choosing to keep it a secret.

Ji Xinhan finished eating, put down her chopsticks, stood up, picked up her phone from the corner of the table, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to school. Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, I won't be back for lunch. I'm going to try the medical university's cafeteria. I promise to bring Comrade Ji Xinyu home safely tonight."

After speaking, he gave a standard salute.

The whole family: "............" The gesture is very cool.

Ji Hancheng thought his daughter looked quite handsome at that moment, and a smile curved his lips as he reminded her, "Drive carefully. Are you driving Xiaoyu's car or your own SUV?"

"A cross-country car? It offers better visibility. Xiaoyu's car was too low, which affected my performance."

Tang Junyao glared at her daughter. "How do you plan to perform?"

Ji Xinhan: "No, no, I was just saying that. I promise to drive safely. I'm a good citizen. I won't overtake, cut in line, or argue."

"Alright, let's go. Xiaoyu, keep an eye on her." Tang Junyao was still somewhat worried; her daughter was too impulsive.

After his daughter left, Ji Hancheng called the bodyguards hiding in the shadows. Previously, both his daughter and son had refused to have anyone follow them in the shadows, so Ji Hancheng hadn't made any arrangements.

After this incident, Ji Hancheng made arrangements for his son and daughter regardless of their wishes.

I was too confident before and underestimated the intelligence of people who are courting death.

For Ji Hancheng, protecting the children's safety is more important than respecting their wishes.

Teito Medical University.

Ji Xinhan drove the car into the school gate and parked it in the parking lot below the dormitory building, as directed by Ji Xinyu.

Following Ji Xinyu upstairs to get her books, Ji Xinhan acted like a professional bodyguard, preventing anyone from touching her younger sister. Ji Xinyu laughed at this and took her sister's hand away. "What are you doing? People who don't know better will think I've hired a bodyguard. Let me tell you, at school, people only know me as Ji Xinyu. Don't make me stand out. I'm very low-key. I just want to focus on my studies."

"I know, I don't have anyone's name written on my forehead, like 'daughter' or 'sister'. Look how scared you are, so paranoid."

Half an hour later, in the lecture hall.

The professor, who had been lecturing, suddenly stopped. The students in the classroom were all puzzled, looking at each other, wondering why.

After a long pause, the professor suddenly called out, his voice loud and angry, "Ji Xin............."

Before the last word could be uttered, Ji Xinhan, who was sleeping, reflexively stood up and shouted, her voice echoing throughout the classroom, "Reporting, instructor, here!"

The entire classroom fell silent instantly, then everyone started whispering, some covering their mouths and laughing.

Ji Xinyu looked around, pinched her brow, and couldn't believe this was happening. She let out a breath and was about to stand up to explain when Ji Xinhan reached out and pressed down hard on her shoulder. "Hello, teacher. My name is Ji Xinhan. I've heard that your classes are exceptionally good. I'm here to audit your class."

Ji Xinhan?

Everyone: ".............."

Seeing this, the professor was not angry. It was the first time he had woken a student who had fallen asleep, and this was how she behaved. The professor was amused. Ji Xinyu lowered her head.

The professor adjusted his thick-lensed glasses and asked with a smile, "Are you Ji Xinyu's older or younger sister?"

Ji Xinyu has always had excellent grades and is a student the professor particularly likes. The two sisters look alike, and the professor could tell them apart at a glance.

Ji Xinhan stood upright with her hands at her sides and replied, "Excuse me, I'm the older sister. Xiaoyu said your class is lively and interesting, so I came to audit it."

The professor smiled, staring at Ji Xinhan standing below the stage, and asked, "Was my lecture lively and interesting or utterly boring? You were fast asleep, did you even shake hands with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams)?"

As soon as the professor spoke, all the students laughed. Some covered their mouths, trying not to laugh too loudly, some laughed freely, and some slapped their thighs excitedly.

Having witnessed many such scenes during military training, Ji Xinhan remained calm and composed, praising the professor earnestly, "That's because I didn't understand the fun in it; the professor's class was excellent."

Everyone laughed, finding Ji Xinhan funny and interesting. Some of the girls even developed a liking for Ji Xinhan's personality.

The professor stopped pressuring Ji Xinhan and found the child quite interesting. He gestured for Ji Xinhan to sit down, saying, "Whether it's interesting or not, since you're here, listen up. Today I'm going to talk about fractures and their classification, things we encounter all the time."

Ji Xinhan replied, "Okay, Professor, I promise I'll listen carefully. Please continue."

The professor glanced at Ji Xinhan again and continued lecturing.

Ji Xinyu tilted her head, lowered her voice, and propped the book up to block her view. "The professor is calling me, why are you standing up?"

Ji Xinhan shrank back, trying to avoid being seen by the professor and to minimize her presence. "It's just a conditioned reflex. I thought I was in military training, and the instructor was calling my name. How could I not stand up?"

What if you have to carry a load for 10 kilometers without standing up?

Ji Xinyu: "............"

Ji Xinhan explained softly why she fell asleep, "Besides, the whole class was just about things breaking or cracking, breaking, breaking, breaking, how could I not fall asleep?"

"Go sleep in the car this afternoon, and we'll go home together after I finish my class."

Ji Xinhan thought this was a good idea. She didn't like this theory class; it was like a lullaby, and she would fall asleep while listening to it. She couldn't be called on several times a day; it was too high-profile. "Okay, if I come again in the afternoon, I won't be able to sleep at night."

at the same time.

Imperial High School.

Inside the restroom of Building 5, two boys in school uniforms were arguing.

Wearing the uniform of a high school in the capital, Su Can cursed, "Are you out of your mind? Your classroom is in Building 1, why are you running to Building 5 to use the toilet?"

Su Can was about the same height as Han Yichen, but half a finger's width taller. At this moment, she was bending over to support Han Yichen.

Han Yichen raised one slightly swollen hand, while pulling at his pants with the other, also expressing his dissatisfaction. "Isn't this all your fault? Do you think I wanted this? If your family hadn't introduced new rules, would I have been implicated?"

Five minutes ago, Su Can was chatting with the class monitor in the classroom when a younger boy suddenly ran in and said that someone was looking for him in the restroom of Building 5.

He asked who the other person was, and the boy said he was his younger brother. The first name that popped into Su Can's mind was Han Yichen. Although he was suspicious and didn't know why Han Yichen was in Building 5, as the older brother, he still went to check on him.

When he arrived, he found out that Han Yichen had asked him to help pull up his pants.

Su Can retorted that he was also frustrated by being grounded. He had been doing so many practice problems lately that he was questioning his existence. When he closed his eyes, all he could see were densely packed problems. He grasped the key point: "You're grounded."

"If you're going to talk, then at least pull up your pants."

Han Yichen urged him on, pulling his pants up forcefully with one hand.

Su Can glanced at Han Yichen's swollen hand, then forcefully pulled up his pants, causing Han Yichen to grimace in pain. "Couldn't you be a little gentler? I got hit a million times last night."

His dad would only spank one side of his buttocks, which is really something. What kind of fetish is that? I really suspect that his dad has a special fondness for that half of his buttocks.

"Hahaha, your butt got spanked too. What did you do to make your uncle hit you so hard? Even your aunt and Nuonuo couldn't protect you."

Su Can laughed gloatingly, making no attempt to hide it, his shoulders shaking incessantly, looking incredibly irritating.

Han Yichen was furious, gritting his teeth, "It's none of your business, worry about yourself."

Su Can thought that the truth would eventually come out, and he would find out the reason sooner or later. Changing the subject, Su Can helped Han Yichen button up his pants. "With your condition, you're qualified to be classified as a level three disabled person. You're wearing jeans instead of sweatpants. Are you crazy? Underwear is the most suitable thing for you in your current situation."

Han Yichen: "So what if I like jeans?"

I was in such a rush this morning that I just grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on. It felt a bit difficult to put them on, but since my dad was calling my spirit downstairs, I was afraid he would scold me for dawdling if I changed them. So I just wore them to school.

Little did I know it would be so difficult; I'm urinating a lot more today.

He even suspected that his urinary system had malfunctioned due to the beatings his father had given him.

Su Can helped him walk out, urging, "You're really something else. With your level of disability, you don't go to the toilet in Building 1 but run all the way to Building 5. Aren't you tired? You should have asked that guy to help you pull up your pants. You're wasting so much time. Hurry up and get to class."

Han Yichen tried his best to act normally so that others wouldn't notice anything wrong. "I don't care about saving face. I'll just let any stranger look at my butt."

Then she continued, "You're really slow. It took you five minutes to get from Building 1 to Building 5. Even a snail is faster than you. My legs are numb from squatting."

Su Can: "If I had arrived earlier, you would have made me wipe your poop."

Han Yichen: "You may not care about your reputation, but I do." Dream on if you think you can help him clean up his mess.

Su Can said with disdain, "Even if I wanted to look at you, I wouldn't. I don't care about saving face, but I'm afraid of getting a sty. I'll have to use some eye drops when I get home tonight."

"Get lost."

At that time, the Ji residence.

Ji Jiale has woken up and her fever has subsided. She is sitting on the bed reading a book, but her face is not rosy; in fact, it is rather pale after the fever.

Tang Junyao knocked on the door a few times. "Lele, can Mommy come in?"

"Enter."

She pushed open the door and saw her son reading a book. She brought in a bowl of bone porridge and said, "Stop reading. You haven't eaten anything all morning. Have something to fill your stomach."

As she spoke, she took the book from her son's hand. At the moment she took it, she still glanced at the cover of the book: Tourism Human Resources Development and Management.

Ji Jiale took the porridge from his mother and slowly began to drink it. Tang Junyao sat down on the edge of the bed, raised her hand to check her son's forehead temperature, and found that he no longer had a fever. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm all better now, you don't need to watch over me." He guessed that his mother hadn't gone to work because of him.

Tang Junyao smiled slightly and tidied the stray hairs on her son's forehead. She understood what her son meant, "My condition for going to work is that you are all doing well."

Seeing that her son remained silent, she continued, "There's no need to rush. Take things one step at a time. Mom believes in you. Actually, your godmother doesn't..."

Ji Jiale interrupted her mother, looked up, her eyes firm, and said, "Mom."

Meeting her son's gaze, Tang Junyao felt both heartache and helplessness. This child was too stubborn. "Mom knows, give it to me. Don't look at it for too long, rest when you're tired."

Tang Junyao took the empty bowl from her son and stood up.

Ji Jiale: "Mm."