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

Following Han Yue's directions, Lan Yunchen prepared to go hiking alone. Shen Muyun was worried and asked Baihu and Heihu to follow along.

Lan Yunchen did not object.

Seeing her brother drive away and disappear into the lush green field, Lan Yunxi looked away, playfully and happily taking Han Yue's arm, "Brother Yue, can you fight?"

Han Yue glanced at the entire court; its vast area and the combination of high and low points increased the difficulty for players.

Han Yue answered honestly, "Not really." As for how he knew a little, it was because Ji Hancheng and Lu Jinnan always dragged him along when they discussed business, and after watching them a lot, he learned a little bit.

He just had fewer practice sessions, only fighting against Ji Hancheng and his group a few times.

The number of times I've entered the cave is very limited.

Seeing that Han Yue couldn't do it, Lan Yunxi was a sensible child. She didn't force her Yue-ge to do things he wasn't good at. Unlike other girls, she wouldn't deliberately make a fool of herself by writing it down.

Han Yue assumed the young girl wanted to watch, glanced at his mother-in-law and mother sitting to the side chatting and drinking tea, and said softly, "Xiao Xi, I can try if you want to watch."

"No need, I was just asking. I don't know either. Let's watch Dad fight with Uncle."

"Hmm." Han Yue responded casually, genuinely worried that the girl might say she wanted to see it, only to be disappointed, since it wasn't something he was good at.

On a small hill in the distance from the golf course, Lan Yunchen was followed by two people. The air on the mountain was fresh. He hadn't climbed a mountain in a long time because of his busy schedule, and now he had climbed halfway up the mountain.

The hillsides beside the stadium are either made up of steps or flat paths, probably frequented by business people. For those who prefer quiet, this is a good choice, as the air is still and birds occasionally fly by.

Lan Yunchen, who was in front of the leader without any effort, asked the two people following behind, "On which day of the seventh month will we go back? Xixi will stay in the capital for a few more days. Who of you will stay behind to protect her?"

Baihu said respectfully, "Young Master, I'll go back with you."

Black Tiger was left behind to protect Miss last time, so he is more familiar with the capital and the Han family than he is. Protecting Miss cannot be taken lightly. There is nothing to argue about. As long as the Lan family is safe, that is their mission.

Black Tiger: "Young Master, I'll stay. I'll protect Miss." He would rather die than let anything happen to Miss.

Seeing that the two had already discussed and decided who would stay and who would leave, Lan Yunchen didn't say anything more, but simply nodded.

As they rounded a bend, a familiar female voice rang out. Lan Yunchen abruptly stopped, gestured for the two people behind him to stop, and then said, "You two wait here. I'll just go upstairs for a bit."

White Tiger and Black Tiger dared not object, "Yes, young master." The young master could handle ordinary opponents.

Still feeling uneasy, Black Tiger said, "Young Master, just call out if you need anything."

"Hmm, relax." After saying that, Lan Yunchen did not take a step, but stood lazily on the steps, looking up and down at the scenery below, listening with his ear turned to the side.

The white tiger and the black tiger were puzzled by Lan Yunchen's actions, which seemed very unusual. Wasn't he supposed to be going up there?

Why isn't it moving? Is it spinning in place?

"Mom, I'm hiking right now and can't come back. Why don't you take Feifei and Xiaozhun to visit relatives for the New Year? It will be too late if I get back."

"Hey, just tell me I have to go out. I know you can handle it. Hello, hello, the signal is bad, I can't hear what you're saying. I'll hang up and talk to you later."

The woman held the phone far away, raising it in mid-air, deliberately pretending there was a bad signal, and shouted into the receiver. After saying only a few words, she hung up.

After hanging up, the woman sighed as if it were routine, muttering to herself, thinking no one was around, "Sigh, so what if I'm single? It's pathetic that older single women have to climb mountains in January to avoid interrogation."

For older single women, holidays are the most annoying time. No matter what your status is, you can't escape being pressured to get married and being interrogated. Your aunts and uncles will try to set you up under the guise of doing what's best for you, like your cousin's nephew, your uncle's nephew, or whatever, whether it's a returnee from overseas or an elite, or whatever, saying that you're too old and shouldn't have such high standards.

She'd heard these words so many times she was sick of them. This year, she didn't want to go to the same endless criticism sessions with her mother, so she came here to find some peace and quiet.

As for why this place, it's the largest golf course in the capital, and not just anyone can come in. You need a gold card to get in, and she has a gold membership here, which is the access card she needs to conduct business.

Every year, I spend a lot of money here, and the mountaintop is the quietest place. Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, so naturally not many people come here; most of them have gone to visit relatives.

But the accident happened so suddenly. Just as the woman finished thinking, she put her phone in her pocket, reached out to embrace nature, closed her beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the freshness that nature brought.

My mind went blank, as if embracing the earth, and a slight smile appeared on my lips.

The bright red hoodie set is indeed very festive. The woman's delicate features exude both cold elegance and allure, but it doesn't look out of place.

This scene was witnessed by Lan Yunchen, who had just walked around the corner. He casually and lazily put his hands in his pockets, lifted his foot and walked up the stairs. After passing the corner, he said in a deep voice, "Qiao, President Yan." He drew out the last two words a little.

The sudden sound startled Yan Na, who opened her eyes and turned her head in surprise. A handsome face came into view, and her previously smiling face was now filled with astonishment. "Weren't you abroad?"

No, that's not the point. The point is, how did he get here? Isn't he from abroad? Besides, this isn't a place that just anyone can come in.

To be honest, Lan Yunchen was also surprised to encounter Yan Na. His original intention was simply to climb a mountain, see the scenery of the capital city, and feel the different air.

Yan Na's surprise remained, but Lan Yunchen wasn't in a hurry to answer her questions. Instead, he asked, "Avoiding the pressure to get married?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Na suppressed her surprise and put her hands in her pockets. This wasn't the first time this man had heard about her family pressuring her to get married, so Yan Na was quite annoyed, as he always seemed to catch her when she was being pressured to marry.

For example, the way the father did things at the wedding last time, and the way the mother did things just now.

Similarly, Yan Na didn't answer but asked a question in return, "Your family doesn't pressure you to get married. I'm sorry, I'm not asking about your privacy, I'm just asking out of curiosity. You can answer or not, it's your choice."

The woman's sense of propriety and tact was always impeccable. Lan Yunchen didn't think it was an awkward issue. The two were of similar age, both being single men and women in their late thirties, so there was nothing to hide. "That depends on whether you're asking about overt pressure to get married or indirect pressure."

Yan Na turned her head and met Lan Yunchen's deep eyes. Their gazes locked for a few seconds, then they both looked away, gazing at the scenery atop the mountain. "Is there a difference? Aren't they both pressuring me to get married?"

Lan Yunchen said slowly, "On the surface, my sister will urge me to find a sister-in-law for her, you could say she's trying to persuade me to do so."

"What about the side view?" Yan Na hadn't expected him to be so talkative. She just felt reassured seeing him. Maybe it was because he was a good person. People tend to see their saviors through the lens of a good person, right?

"Just like you."

The clever Yan Na smiled, a smile as bright as the warm sun, with a touch of charm upon closer inspection. It was a perfect smile, revealing eight pearly white teeth.

Lan Yunchen stared at it for a few seconds, then turned his head to look into the distance without making a sound. His deep, pleasant voice continued, "The photo is well photoshopped."

Unexpectedly, the man brought up this issue. Yan Na continued to smile, "I minored in a skill because I was bored in college." She just hadn't expected that the skill she minored in would be used in this area.

If her biological mother found out that the major she paid for had turned out to be a trap for her, Yan Na could imagine that her mother would not hesitate to take out a ruler and enforce family discipline.

The Yan family has two rules: First, no matter if you are male or female, you must not do anything wrong. Second, you must not use your cunning against your parents, otherwise you will be punished according to family rules.

Clearly, Yan Na violated the second rule of the Yan family, and 50 strokes of the cane and facing the wall in self-reflection were inevitable.

Lan Yunchen nodded, "The repair is quite good; most people can't tell the difference between real and fake."

This means she's a fake. Yan Na didn't intend to continue discussing such an awkward topic. Lan Yunchen wasn't going to answer the question she just asked, and Yan Na wasn't going to ask it again. She wasn't the type to force people and wouldn't make things difficult for them.

Getting along and cooperating requires voluntariness.

"What's real is real, and what's fake is fake." The atmosphere was a bit strange. Yan Na wasn't very good at chatting outside of work and always managed to kill the conversation.

Yan Feifei has complained about her many times. For example, when Yan Feifei asked why there was such a thing as working overtime, Yan Na would say, "Because you are human."

Yan Feifei was speechless. For example, when Yan Feifei asked why women have periods and how much they lose in their lifetime, Yan Na would say, "If you don't mind the trouble, you can weigh the amount of your period each time."

Yan Feifei was speechless again.

Are there really people in this world who can keep up with her sister's conversation rhythm?

That requires incredibly high emotional intelligence!

Because the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Yan Na thought Lan Yunchen was out of the conversation again, just like Fei Fei, and prepared to leave. She didn't like fake compliments, so she used flattering words, "I'm going downstairs, you stay a little longer."

"Together." Lan Yunchen followed closely behind.

The road belongs to everyone, and she had no reason not to let him walk. She was just a little uncomfortable. When Yan Na felt uncomfortable, she would take off her already neatly tied hair and re-tie it.

Lan Yunchen, who was following behind, saw this action, smiled, and said, "Nothing in the world is fixed. Whether something is real or fake depends on how you look at it. Which one can you accept, which one can make you feel better? For example, if a TV series has a sad ending, and you can't accept it, then you can think that the TV series is fake."

Yan Na stopped in her tracks, beginning to question the man's profession. She was curious, thinking he would be unable to answer like Fei Fei. But not only did he answer, he even offered some guidance, saying, "You're a university professor."

"Do I look like a teacher?" Lan Yunchen still didn't answer, but kept asking in return, making it impossible to understand what he was thinking or what his meaning was.

The two walked down the mountain side by side. As they passed White Tiger and Black Tiger, they turned their shoulders to each other as if they didn't know each other. Naturally, Yan Na didn't notice and assumed they were just climbing the mountain.

Yan Na: "I think you have good speaking skills."

Lan Yunchen did not deny that he was a teacher. "If you have any questions, you can consult me. I can offer discounts, and the price will be drastically reduced for second collaborations. The price will be different."

Yan Na: "............" Looking at Lan Yunchen's serious expression, there was no trace of falsehood on his face, and his firm gaze made Yan Na somewhat believe that Lan Yunchen was a teacher.

She probably doesn't need counseling. She doesn't have any mental problems; at most, she just doesn't really want to get married. That shouldn't be an illness, and she doesn't need treatment.

Besides, he's just a teacher, not a psychologist.