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

After being introduced by Han's mother, both sides politely nodded and exchanged pleasantries.

Shen Muyun's temperament always catches people's eye. At this moment, Yan's mother looked at her for a few more seconds. She wore a plain cheongsam with a shawl and a pair of house shoes.

She is elegant yet approachable, making people want to get closer to her.

The group sat on the sofa, and Han's mother waved to the maid.

Soon after, the servants brought a lot of food from the kitchen to entertain the Yan couple.

Mother Yan expressed her gratitude, glancing at the stairs: "Thank you, but Xiao Yue isn't up yet!"

Han's mother replied, "Yes, it's fine if I wake up naturally since I don't have to go to work."

After greeting everyone, the Lan couple simply read books and watched the news from the capital, their politeness making it difficult for anyone to speak.

Yan's mother thought, "My son is indeed a university professor. The whole family looks very cultured and has a very calm temperament. His manners are not those of ordinary people."

Mr. Han was overjoyed and even his strict father came over to show off, saying, "Lulu dotes on her daughter-in-law. As long as our Xixi is happy, that's all that matters."

Sleeping in late is no big deal; it just means they're more likely to have grandchildren.

Mr. Han was secretly delighted.

The noise at the door made the six people on the sofa turn their heads. When they entered, Lan Yunchen, who was wearing a white tracksuit and had just returned from a run, had a white towel around his neck and water droplets running down his cheeks.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, with a towel in his hand ready to wipe his sweat, he was stared at by six pairs of eyes. When he saw the faces of the other two people, Lan Yunchen was surprised.

The survey said that Yan Na's mother is straightforward and smart, and she does seem to be quite straightforward. She only glanced at the Han family last night, but she came to their door early this morning.

Lan Yunchen remained calm and politely nodded to everyone before heading upstairs, as if nothing had happened and he didn't know the Yan couple.

The moment Yan's mother saw Lan Yunchen, she was almost petrified. Wasn't this the male protagonist in the photo her daughter had shown her?

It turns out they were relatives of the Han family; she had been searching for them for ages and they were right next to her.

However, he is much better looking in person than in photos; he just doesn't photograph well, and the photos don't capture his extraordinary bearing at all.

The Han family has always been very selective in choosing people, so being able to become in-laws with them means that one's character is impeccable.

Nana is such a naive girl. She's been thinking about this boy for so long. If girls in the capital saw this, Nana would have no chance.

While Mrs. Yan was deep in thought, her gaze lingered on the stairs. Mr. Yan nudged his wife, who had lost her composure, with his elbow.

Just as she was brought back to reality, the strict father also realized that Lan Yunchen was the person in his daughter's photo. He was afraid that his wife would rush up to him, but fortunately he remained calm.

Upstairs, Lan Yunchen didn't go into his room to take a shower right away. Instead, he stood at the corner, turned on his phone camera, zoomed in on the living room scene, and took a picture.

Looking at the photos that had just been taken, he smiled, wondering if President Yan would still be able to remain calm when he received them.

He sent the photos he had just taken to Yan Na without any accompanying text.

at that time.

Yan Na, who had just returned from her run, was changing her shoes at the shoe cabinet. There was no one in the living room; her younger sister was undoubtedly asleep, and her younger brother had gone to the hospital.

So where did Mom and Dad go so early in the morning?

As I walked into the living room and changed my shoes, I asked the maid, "Where are my mother and the others?"

The maid replied respectfully, "Miss, it seems the master and mistress have gone out to pay New Year's visits!"

"New Year's greetings?" Didn't we already visit all our relatives yesterday?

The phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Yan Na stopped asking where her parents had gone, waved for the maid to leave, and sat down on the sofa to rest for a while.

I took out my phone to check, and it would have been better if I hadn't looked. I saw that the glass of water in my hand had spilled all over my pants, and my hands were covered in water, which was dripping onto the ground from my fingertips.

The air seemed to freeze. Yan Na, after seeing the photos, was speechless, staring blankly at the pictures sent by Lan Yunchen, so shocked she questioned her very existence.

Her parents went to the Han family's house without saying a word this morning, and they even bumped into Lan Yunchen. Oh no.

In the end, she overestimated herself and underestimated her own mother. She thought it was a perfect cover-up, but little did she know that her mother had long harbored suspicions. If her mother had lived in ancient times, she might have lived until the end of the dynasty.

Yan Na was certain that she would face family discipline when her biological mother returned, so there was no point in chasing after the Han family now.

He took a tissue to wipe the water from his hands, shook the water off his pants, picked up his phone and replied: Sorry for the trouble, I will explain it to them.

Lan Yunchen did not reply to this message. Yan Na thought that she had caused him trouble, so she was in a bad mood and planned to confess after her parents came back.

I grabbed a towel and went upstairs to take a shower. I needed to clear my head. I hadn't expected the collaboration to end so quickly. I had an indescribable feeling in my heart, a sense of emptiness.

Around noon, the Yan couple returned to their home in high spirits.

"Has Nana gone out?" Yan's mother asked the maid as soon as she entered the door.

The maid answered truthfully, "Miss is upstairs. She came back from her run this morning and hasn't come downstairs since."

The strict father waved to the servants, "Prepare lunch."

"Old Han's in-laws are really something. The young man from the Han family has a very discerning eye. There are plenty of girls in the capital, but he doesn't even look at one of them. He's set his sights on a foreign girl. But Han Lu dotes on her future daughter-in-law."

Mother Yan's face was full of envy, but when she thought of what Lan Yunchen had said to them before they got on the bus, she felt excited and gratified, and her confidence in Lan Yunchen increased even more. "Old Yan, what do you think of Xiao Yue's brother-in-law? I quite like him."

Half an hour earlier, as Yan's mother was getting into the car, Lan Yunchen came out of the villa and was stopped by Yan's mother, "Professor Lan."

When Yan's mother called out "Professor Lan" in the yard in front of everyone, the whole family was stunned. They looked at each other, and even the usually calm Lan couple narrowed their eyes.

She cast a questioning look at her son.

Not only them, but even Lan Yunchen was embarrassed at the time. He glanced at his parents, shook his head slightly to indicate that it was a misunderstanding, cleared his throat, and politely said to his mother, "Auntie, just call me Lan Yunchen."

He did not say that he was a professor.

Yan's mother: "Hello, hello, our Nana always mentions you at home, saying you are very outstanding. You young people get along well. Come over to our house with Xiaoyue when you have time."

Lan Yunchen readily agreed to the straightforward invitation, saying, "Okay, Auntie, but she needs to agree." Her wording was ambiguous and intriguing.

Upon hearing this, Yan's mother was overjoyed. After getting into the car, she kept telling Lan Yunchen to come to her house to play and not to forget, saying that Yan Na was lacking in social skills outside of her career and didn't know how to maintain relationships.

Lan Yunchen, however, said it was fine.

Recalling Lan Yunchen's words, the strict father was also satisfied. In terms of appearance and height, he was indeed good-looking, refined, and polite. "He is a good person, but you still have to see what Nana thinks."

"I asked your precious daughter what she thought last night, and she seems to be planning to accept this relationship. We've already had Xiao Zhun learn about the company's business, and Fei Fei will start working at the company after the New Year."

The stern father was shocked, his face filled with disbelief. His voice suddenly rose several decibels, "Let Xiao Zhun learn the business?"

This is like forcing a duck onto a shelf, what a joke!

On the stairs, Yan Na heard the noise downstairs. She came out of her room, prepared to confess, and slowly descended the stairs in her slippers, ready to make a last-ditch effort and pretend she knew nothing. "Dad, Mom, where did you go?"

The stern father gave his daughter a meaningful look. "I went to the Han family to see your future boyfriend."

Yan Na: "..............." Stunned on the stairs, not daring to go down, her hands hanging limply on the handrail, clenched tightly.

"Nana, Lan Yunchen is much better looking in person than in the photos you showed us. Your photography skills are terrible; you made him look ugly. We met him, and he's quite nice. Mom has a sincere suggestion for you: you'd better stop hesitating and agree as soon as possible. A man like him is in danger in the capital; he might just be set up with some rich heiress by the Han family."

Seeing her daughter still standing at the bottom of the stairs, the strict mother continued to nag, "I'm talking to you, are you sleepwalking? Did you hear me?"

After a moment, Yan Na realized, hadn't she been exposed? What was going on now? Wasn't her mother going to question her?

"Come on down, I have something to tell you. When we came back, we invited Lan Yunchen over to our house. He said he was afraid you wouldn't agree. Have you been preventing people from coming over all this time, so you deliberately didn't mention his family relationship with Xiaoyue? What are you thinking?"

Yan Na, still bewildered, narrowed her beautiful eyes and tidied her loose curly hair. "Wait, Mom, what did you just say? I stopped him from coming to the house?"

"I invited him over to our house, and he said he needed your permission. What do you think?" The mother looked at her daughter with a look of utter disappointment. This man was pursuing her, and her daughter was obstructing her at every turn and showing no interest in anything. She really didn't know what her daughter was thinking.

Yan Na: "............." What's going on? He improvised again. Why didn't you tell her?

What's going on here? It smells like she's playing the green tea bitch, like she's bullying Lan Yunchen.

That's exactly what Yan's mother thought. She had been pursuing her daughter for so long, but her daughter didn't even dare to come to their house. She had to get her daughter to agree before she could come. She felt very wronged.

Yan Na didn't know what Lan Yunchen had said in the original text. She pinched her brow with a headache and sighed inwardly several times. She deeply realized that it takes many lies to cover up the first lie, and she was afraid that Lan Yunchen had overdone it.

Instead of the expected family discipline, Yan Na was urged even more urgently to accept Lan Yunchen. She had a premonition that things would get out of hand if things continued like this.

Yan Na remained silent in the face of her mother's questioning, after all, she really hadn't stopped Lan Yunchen from coming to the house to cause such a scene. "Mom, I'll go upstairs now and think about it carefully."

No matter how the strict mother looked at her daughter, she felt that her daughter was unreliable in relationships and that there was always an element of perfunctoriness involved.

Watching her daughter's retreating figure, the strict mother couldn't help but worry, "Why doesn't your daughter care at all?"

The strict father suddenly remarked, "Those who are loved take it for granted."

"What nonsense! If she keeps refusing, why would someone keep chasing her after nothing? Are they just bored?"

The strict father shook his head helplessly. He didn't know what his daughter was thinking, but the man was not bad. He didn't object, but as a professor, he couldn't help his daughter much in her career.