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

What comes into view is a three-story white European-style villa with huge glass windows, allowing a clear view of the bright and spacious living room.

The second floor has a circular, protruding balcony, which is clearly the master bedroom. The third floor has an even larger circular balcony, where several people have BBQs.

Looking around, all you see are houses of this type; it seems to be the main type of housing in this community.

After the two entered the room, Aunt Liu, who was rummaging around in the kitchen, slowly walked out and looked Tang Junyao up and down.

After looking her over, he thought with disdain: Just as Madam Ji said, this outfit is not presentable and is too cheap.

Aunt Liu was a servant at the old house of Master Ji. He was worried that his grandson would not take good care of Tang Junyao, so he selected a servant from the old house to take care of the two of them. However, Aunt Liu had been instructed by Ji Hancheng's mother before she came.

The servants who live in wealthy and noble families are all shrewd and calculating. Someone like Aunt Liu, who has been in the Ji family for decades, is even more so. It is common for her to treat people differently based on their status. On the first day of the marriage registration, Madam Ji was very dissatisfied with this young mistress, but she could not say anything because the old master of the Ji family made the decision.

She also heard that the young master did not like her, which made her even more unscrupulous.

Xu Mingkai said respectfully, "Young Madam, this is Aunt Liu. She will take care of you from now on. I have some things to do at the company, so I'll head over first. You can call me if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you for today, Assistant Xu." Tang Junyao was very polite, and she returned the favor three times over.

Xu Mingkai had barely left when Aunt Liu started causing trouble, "Young Madam, I have something to do at home today and need to ask for leave. Please take care of lunch and dinner yourself."

Aunt Liu's tone was not like she was asking for leave; it sounded more like she was giving a notification.

Madam Ji told her that Ji Hancheng didn't like this sudden young mistress at all, and that they would definitely get a divorce in a few months. She told her not to take too much care of her, and just to pretend in front of Old Master Ji. The young master wouldn't be staying overnight.

Having received this reassurance, he was certain that Tang Junyao wouldn't be the young mistress of the Ji family for long, so he had nothing to worry about.

Upon hearing this, Tang Junyao showed no surprise whatsoever, remaining calm and saying, "Sure, do as you please."

After saying that, he went upstairs to pack his things.

She was never some pampered young lady who never lifted a finger. Even though her grandfather doted on her from a young age, he never let her develop a spoiled and helpless nature. He would carefully teach her all the little things in life, from the kitchen to the vegetable garden. He had said, "Yaoyao, I'm not making you learn these things so you'll suffer in the future. These are the foundations for your survival. Even if you live a good life in the future and don't have to do anything yourself, there's a difference between not having to do it and not knowing how. It's never a loss to learn more."

Thinking of her grandfather's words, her eyes sparkled.

With blurred vision, I looked at the huge master bedroom, and consciously carried my suitcase to the guest room. When I came up the stairs, I noticed that there were two more guest rooms on the second floor.

She didn't think Ji Hancheng would be willing to share a room with her. Although she was hoping to give it a try and didn't want a divorce, she wasn't the type to force others. Even if she didn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps, if the other party really didn't like her, there was no need to drag him along.

Grandpa also told her not to get a divorce, that she should take things one step at a time when it comes to relationships, and that she couldn't get married today and divorced tomorrow.

She was worried that the speed was too fast and might frighten the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau, requiring a rescue operation.

After calming myself down, I rode my motorcycle to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries. I wanted to cook, but the refrigerator was empty, not to mention fruit. There wasn't even any toilet paper. Luckily, I went in and washed my hands. It would have been so embarrassing if I had only realized there was no paper halfway through using the toilet.

"Whoosh, slurp, whoosh, ha..." Tang Junyao was eating extra spicy snail rice noodles in the large, bright living room, flipping through a medical book in her hand. The whole space reeked, and the corners on the second and third floors were not spared.

The door clicked open, and a man exuding an aura of indifference walked in. He had unbuttoned two buttons at the top of his collar, revealing glimpses of his pale skin as he strode forward. His brows were furrowed, and he covered his mouth and nose with one hand.

The look of disgust was clearly visible in his eyes.

His cold gaze swept around, as if searching for something, before finally settling on her. "What are you eating?"

Only then did Tang Junyao realize that he was searching for the source of the stench, and she had no idea that Ji Hancheng was coming back.

When living under someone else's roof, you should first show your politeness and understanding. "Excuse me, I'm taking this away now. I didn't know you wanted to come back."

"Hmm." He strode toward the gate and opened all the windows of the villa. He simply couldn't stand the smell; it was like being in a cesspool.

He stood at the door, finished a cigarette, paused for a moment, and then came in, handing her a piece of paper.

Having just finished cleaning up the scene, she saw a few words on the paper handed to her and laughed self-deprecatingly: Prenuptial Agreement.

She accepted it casually. Sure enough, this was the usual practice of wealthy families. They still thought she was a scheming woman, eager to separate their assets. She glanced down at the agreement, which was dated the day before they were to get their marriage certificate, but she was to sign it today.

This is a replacement, probably to prevent her from having unrealistic expectations.

The short one-page document contained everything, but it was all directed at her.

The gist of it is that they will be secretly married for three months, after which they will go through divorce proceedings. The current villa will belong to the woman, and all other assets of the Ji family will have nothing to do with her. The three months are just a cohabitation agreement with the condition that the secret marriage cannot be told to anyone, otherwise she will be compensated 100 million yuan for emotional distress.

Ruthless enough, a shrewd businessman; to put it simply, it's a secret marriage—they can't ruin his reputation.

She graciously looked through the agreement he had carefully prepared, then looked up and extended her hand to him.

Ji Hancheng, with a mischievous grin, frowned and asked, "What?"

He thought she was going to make some more demands, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

"Pen."

She didn't waste any words. Since this was the outcome, there was nothing more to say. This morning, she was still hoping that she could have a home if she worked hard. It seemed that even the servants understood, but she had been lost in the truth. It was time to wake up.

Ji Hancheng frowned, not expecting her to be so decisive and efficient. He watched her sign the document without hesitation, his eyes cold.

Yes, at this moment, Tang Junyao felt like she was just signing a medical record, without any other thoughts.

If we had to define the roles they were playing at this moment, then she would be the doctor, and the man would be the patient, with the symptom being paranoia.

Treatment plan: Signing a statement to clarify boundaries can alleviate the patient's symptoms.

It's true that rich people all have this delusion that someone wants to harm them, and that everyone around them is after their flesh. It's morbid.

It's estimated that if anyone within a hundred miles glances at him, his radar system will sound an alarm: "Someone with ill intentions has been detected; be on guard."

After signing the agreement, Tang Junyao handed it to him with a firm yet pure gaze. "Young Master Ji, the agreement is signed. I won't take the house, so you can rest assured. At most, I'll just be borrowing your house for three months. I believe Young Master Ji also needs to gain something during these three months. Good night."

After saying that, she turned and went upstairs, not caring about Ji Hancheng's expression or mood.

When she saw the three-month agreement, she had already guessed that the number three wouldn't appear out of nowhere. The fact that she chose number three out of the nine must have a reason. The only reason was that he had made some kind of exchange with Grandpa Ji, which would make this arrogant young master condescend to live with her.

Looks like I guessed right.

Ji Hancheng stared intently at her retreating figure as she went upstairs, his gaze meaningful. Was he playing hard to get, or was he casting a long line to catch a bigger fish?

If Tang Junyao knew what he was thinking right now, she might give him another diagnosis: hysteria.