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

As they were talking, Xiaoyouzi pushed open the door, poked her little head in, and called out in a soft, sweet voice, "Auntie, Mommy."

Lan Yunxi got out of bed, reached for Xiaoyouzi's hand, and asked in the gentlest voice, "Did you just wake up?"

Little Yuzu nodded, "Mmm."

"You've even learned to sleep in late now? How are you so capable?" Lan Yunxi said, pinching Xiaoyouzi's cheek.

Tang Junyao reached out and smoothed her son's hair, smiling, "He's been learning to stay in bed like an adult lately. He slept with his grandma last night and only just got up now."

She doesn't often stay in bed. Just like adults sometimes don't want to get out of bed in winter, she sometimes holds her pee and doesn't want to get out of bed.

So when Xiaoyouzi stayed in bed and hid under the covers, Tang Junyao didn't say anything. Childhood is such a short time, so it's fine to let him develop freely. It's not a particularly bad habit.

The three children were in a room with a harmonious atmosphere. The two little princesses in the cradle were fast asleep. Xiao Youzi took off her slippers, raised a little finger, and gestured to Lan Yunxi: "Shh... little sister, go to sleep."

Lan Yunxi cooperated by lowering her voice, speaking very softly as if she were doing something wrong: "I know, let's be quiet."

Tang Junyao, who was sitting on one side, smiled. Unbeknownst to them, their little princess, whom they had protected in the palm of their hands, had grown up. She might get married next year and become a mother.

Now a mother of three, she couldn't help but sigh, looking back, she realized how far she had come.

After lunch, everyone gathered in the living room to look after the children. When they saw the twins and Xiaoyouzi, Han's father was extremely envious and hoped even more that his son would allow him to hold his grandson and granddaughter soon.

Even Han's mother took a hug and smiled gently on her cold and beautiful face. Shen Muyun joined in playing with the child.

The other one was held by Lan Chumu. Han's father rubbed his hands together, wanting to hold it too, but in the end, he held it and was reluctant to put it down.

Given that there were elderly people and children at the Ji residence who needed rest, they were preparing to leave early, and Han's father was reluctant to leave his child behind.

The Yan family living room.

The strict father was still holding the instruction manual for the equipment from last time, marking it with circles and dots with a pen. The strict mother was sitting next to him watching a TV series about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. She liked watching this kind of TV series and could even write an 800-word essay after watching it.

Upstairs, Yan Na came down in slippers, casually smoothing her curly hair. The plain ring on her finger gleamed slightly. She made her way down the stairs, asking, "Mom, aren't you going to take a nap?"

Mother Yan glanced at her daughter on the stairs. "Wait a minute, this is getting interesting. Didn't Lan Yunchen invite you out? I heard from your Aunt Han that they went back on the seventh day of the new year."

"Ah, yes, he told me that he had something to do today and he already texted me."

Yan Na's lying system automatically kicks in whenever she talks to her own mother, and she can tell lies so smoothly.

There was nothing she could do; she couldn't disturb her daughter if she was busy. The strict mother knew her limits. She could only tell her daughter, "Pay attention to yourself. Don't act like nothing's wrong all the time. You're almost thirty. If you really don't plan to get married, just say so. I won't force you to go on blind dates or get married."

Every other sentence she uttered was about urging her to get married. Yan Na genuinely wanted her mother to watch less of these marriage-themed TV dramas, with their stories of older mothers and mother-in-law/daughter-in-law conflicts. She obediently replied, "Okay, Mom, it's 12:30."

"Alright, you two can chat, I'm going upstairs to take a nap."

As she spoke, Yan's mother clapped her hands, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV. No one watched it anyway; she was the only one in the family who liked watching this kind of show.

As they reached the third step of the stairs, Yan's mother suddenly turned around and warned her daughter, "If Lan Yunchen wants to come to our house, you try stopping him."

Yan Na was speechless. Faced with her mother's blatant warning, she realized that they had only met a few times and she was already completely infatuated. It seemed that being attracted to good looks didn't discriminate based on age. "I know, I won't stop you."

Only after Yan's mother went upstairs and into her room, and she heard the door slam shut, did Yan Na straighten her red wool coat and sit down next to Yan's father. "Xiao Zhun went to the hospital again?"

The stern father's gaze remained fixed on the instruction manual. He pushed up his glasses, frowned, and said indifferently and without hope, "Well, if he doesn't go to the hospital, where else can he go? The hospital is his home, this is a hotel. He's forgotten all the books you made him read. Don't count on him."

Yan Na sighed, at her wit's end. This was probably a genetic issue. "There's nothing we can do. My great-grandfather, great-grandmother, and grandparents were all doctors. It's just that my genes mutated in Fei Fei and me."

Yan's father also followed the hospital path, but instead of becoming a doctor, he opened a private hospital, which is still inseparable from the word "hospital".

Noticing her father's serious expression, Yan Na was puzzled and leaned closer to look. "Dad, what are you looking at?"

The stern father took off his glasses, held them in his hand, rubbed his temples, and handed the documents to his daughter. "Nana, take a look at these devices. They have many more functions than what we use now, and they are much more convenient. What do you think?"

Yan Na took the order. She personally inspected and negotiated the prices of all the hospital's equipment. She dared not entrust these matters to others, as saving lives could not be done carelessly. "Dad, haven't we always sourced our supplies from H country? This equipment isn't from H country, and the unit price is double what we used to pay."

Yan Na quickly glanced at the equipment description and instruction manual, and the place of manufacture on the last line made her eyes widen: Blue City?

"Dad, where did you get this?"

The stern father placed the glasses on the coffee table, crossed his legs, and said unhurriedly, "An old friend from the Imperial Hospital gave them to me. He said the equipment there is of very high quality and highly functional, but it's a bit pricey. My friend praised it highly, saying that the after-sales service is exceptionally thorough. If there's even the slightest problem, they'll send a professional overnight to repair it. Before leaving, he insisted on giving me a brochure and an instruction manual."

As he spoke, the father recalled the scene of his friend handing him documents, and he couldn't help but laugh, feeling as if he had been sold something to.

Yan Na looked at the information carefully, thinking. A small plan formed in her mind. She closed the information and smiled. "Dad, why don't I go to the production site now to check it out for you? I can also inquire about the authenticity and reliability of this company. We can't make a hasty decision based on just a brief introduction. We still need to conduct on-site inspections like before. If it's really suitable, we should discuss cooperation face-to-face."

That's true, but the strict father isn't stupid either. There must be a reason why his daughter is so eager to go on a business trip. He smiled and said, "You want to escape your mother's clutches, don't you?"

Yan Na smiled when she was exposed, "Dad understands me best."

The stern father said earnestly, "Nana, your father and mother are indeed anxious about your marriage. Just like your mother said, you're almost thirty. If you really decide that you'll never get married or have children, then your father and mother will respect your choice. If you plan to get married, then cherish the person in front of you and stop running away from the problem. Your mother is doing this for your own good."

See, see, they're all afraid she'll miss out on such a good man as Lan Yunchen, so they're subtly reminding her.

Yan Na: "Okay, I understand. I'll go pack my luggage now."

"Now?" The stern father looked at his daughter's serious face in astonishment.

"Yes, there's no time like the present, let's do it now. I'm off." With that, Yan Na hurriedly got up and went upstairs to pack her things.

Watching his daughter's retreating figure, the stern father couldn't help but sigh. If this girl had applied her impetuous nature to relationships, he might be a grandfather by now.

Yan Na packed her luggage quickly, and soon dragged a suitcase downstairs. Her father got up to help carry it down. His daughter hadn't even changed her clothes; she was still wearing the same red wool coat, white wide-leg pants, and a beige sweater underneath.

She had only put on light makeup when her stern father said worriedly, "Nana, be careful. You don't necessarily have to go now."

He didn't want his daughter to go through so much hardship. Although he knew she had her own reasons, he couldn't bear to see her go out during the Lunar New Year.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll just go and find out. If it's suitable, I'll talk to the boss directly."

Strict father: Even the boss celebrates the New Year, sigh.

Yan Na casually smoothed her hair. Her father, worried, helped her put her suitcase into the red Mercedes and instructed her again, "Be careful. If you want to relax, you can stay there for a few days. You don't necessarily have to negotiate the price down."

The driver's side door was already open, and Yan Na bent down to get into the driver's seat. "Dad, don't worry, I know. I'll keep the rules you set for me in mind."

Because Yan Na is a girl, her father repeatedly told her that while business was important, it couldn't be done without principles. He stressed that she had to protect herself first, and only then could she take care of the company.

"Drive slowly and be careful on the road," the strict father shouted again towards the back of his daughter's car.

At that moment, at the Han family villa, Lan Yunchen's phone rang. He swiped to answer, "Feed."

A minute later he hung up the phone and began to pack his suitcase quickly. He hadn't brought much with him, and when he came downstairs with his suitcase, everyone in the living room was stunned.

Lan Yunxi jumped off the sofa in a flash and spoke first, "Brother, where are you going? Are you going back?"

The sound of the suitcase hitting the ground was unusually loud when everyone was quiet. Lan Yunchen said calmly, "Well, there's something going on in Lancheng, I need to go back for a bit. Mom and Dad, you can stay a few more days. Uncle and Aunt, I'll head back now."

Everyone was stunned by the sudden farewell, as there was no prior notice. They had just returned from dinner at the Ji residence and hadn't heard Lan Yunchen mention it on the way.

It was very sudden, very sudden.

This inevitably worried Shen Muyun. Her son wouldn't be in such a hurry unless it was something extremely urgent. "Has something happened at the company?"

Lan Chumu's thoughts were the same as his wife's at this moment. They knew their son's temperament too well. "I'll go with you."

Everyone's expression was complicated, a mixture of worry and tension. Lan Yunchen broke the tension with a smile, "It's not for the reason you're thinking. The company is doing well. I'm going back for personal reasons. A friend of mine is visiting Lancheng unexpectedly, and I need to be his tour guide."

Shen Muyun, Lan Chumu: "............"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and they didn't delve into the details of who the friend or elder was.

Lan Yunxi asked curiously, "Brother, is it a man or a woman?"

Lan Yunchen affectionately patted his younger sister's head. "Do you hope it's a boy or a girl?"

"Then I definitely hope it's a girl."

After being tapped on the forehead by Lan Yunchen, Han Yue, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, "I'll take you."

Han's mother arranged, "Yunchen, you take a private jet back. We'll arrange for your parents to be sent back."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Han's mother: "Be careful."

Seeing Shen Muyun's worry, Lan Yunchen said, "Don't worry."

Han's mother patted Shen Muyun on the shoulder to comfort her.