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

The car arrived at the Blue City Hotel.

After paying the fare and getting out of the car, Yan Na was kindly helped to take her suitcase down. Yan Na expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you."

The driver waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine and wished Yan Na good luck.

This gave Yan Na, who was visiting Blue City for the first time, a good impression of the city. She stood in front of the tall hotel, carrying her black suitcase, lost in thought.

Yan Na is always generous with her accommodations when she travels, always staying in luxury hotels, following her father's advice that safety comes first and she shouldn't skimp on herself.

But why is such a big hotel not fully booked, while the surrounding low-rise buildings are all full? Is the consumption level of people in this city relatively low?

Yan Na had doubts about this city. She hadn't booked a hotel in advance for this trip, and only booked one right before boarding the plane. However, after browsing around, she found that all the decent hotels were fully booked, and there wasn't even a single standard room available.

It's strange that only this largest hotel in Blue City has available rooms, and they have all kinds of rooms you could want. I can't figure it out at all.

Yan Na stood at the door for a while, looking around at the surroundings and watching people come and go, but still couldn't find the answer. Maybe she could find it by going in and asking.

Pushing her suitcase, she walked into the lobby, took out her ID, and said, "Give me a double room, thank you."

The receptionist efficiently checked Yan Na into a room, handed her the room key, and gestured for the security guard to help with her luggage. Just as the guard was about to step forward to help, Yan Na politely declined, saying, "No need, thank you, I can manage on my own."

Yan Na didn't leave immediately with the room key. Instead, she politely asked the receptionist, "Hello, this is my first time in your city. May I ask you a few questions?"

Front desk clerk: "Miss, how can we help you?"

Yan Na: This attitude is quite good. How come all the other hotels are full, but this big hotel is empty? Is it due to poor management?

Yan Na: "Isn't this hotel usually doing quite well? Sorry for being a bit abrupt, you can choose not to answer."

The receptionist smiled slightly, maintaining her professional demeanor, and said, "Miss, our hotel has always had a very good business."

With that said, Yan Na stopped asking questions, otherwise it would seem like she was spying on the enemy. Logically speaking, hotels like this should have good business during the Chinese New Year, like the Emperor Hotel, where Han Yue made a fortune.

Following her room card, Yan Na arrived at the 18th floor. She swiped the card, pushed open the door, and entered. The room layout was quite nice and comfortable, especially the large bed in the middle, which looked like a perfect place to fall asleep.

She took off her sunglasses and glanced at the time, realizing it was already dinnertime. It seemed there was no way she could go on the inspection today, but her discussion with the driver earlier could be considered a kind of inspection.

Since they were already there, Yan Na decided to experience a different kind of dinner with an exotic flair. Without even unpacking her suitcase, she headed to the restaurant using the hotel map provided by the front desk.

Inside the presidential suite of the Blue City Hotel, a man wearing a hoodie stands in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the endless stream of cars below. This is the way of life.

With his hands behind his back, he remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, "Remember to wear a mask when you go out."

Baihu stood respectfully to one side, his hands clasped in front of his chest. Although he didn't know why, he said, "Yes, young master."

She continued, "Young Master, before we came, Miss instructed you to eat on time, and it's lunchtime now."

So, whether you're going downstairs to eat or I'll pack it up to eat, Baihu didn't say that; Lan Yunchen had to figure it out himself.

Lan Yunchen turned around, listened to his sister's instructions, and gave a slight smile. "You do listen to Xixi. Put on your mask and go pack. We won't be going back to the manor tonight; we'll stay here."

"Yes, young master, I'll go right away."

After Baihu left, only Lan Yunchen remained in the presidential suite. He continued to look out at the scenery through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down from his vantage point.

He had already let Xixi and the others know he was safe half an hour ago.

After dinner, Yan Na returned to her room, ready to start working overtime, searching for information about the company's boss and beginning a serious background check. If she could find out the boss's preferences and hobbies, that would be great. If the equipment was to her liking, she could find a starting point.

Yan Na was just curious why her mother hadn't started cursing and yelling at her to death after she escaped this time; that was strange.

Entering the website information on the computer's webpage reveals that the brand is "Xi Nian," but it only contains information about the company's history, investment, employees, and land area. There's nothing else, not even the legal representative's name, which is simply an English name: "family."

Family?

Whether it's a married man or a married woman, both use the word "home" in their English names. It seems that, regardless of gender, this word indicates that they are people who value family very much.

Yan Na stared at the word on the computer screen, pondering, "How come such a big company doesn't have any introduction to its founder?"

Early the next morning.

Yan Na got up early, washed up, took a beige double-sided cashmere sweater, a white long dress sweater, and a brown plaid scarf from her suitcase, and put them on.

She wore a simple makeup look, her long eyelashes fluttering like feathers, and large round earrings on both sides of her earlobes. She applied conditioner to her frizzy hair, instantly giving her originally frizzy and loose curly hair life, making it smooth and soft.

I walked to the door, put on the Doc Martens I had brought, and slung over my shoulder the limited-edition bag containing a brochure about Yan's Hospital.

I took a taxi to the former company. It was a combination of factory and company. In Beijing, companies and factories are usually separate, with office staff in high-rise buildings and factories in the suburbs. But this company was a combination of both.

After getting off the bus and paying the fare, Yan Na found taking a taxi to be the least favorite thing about being out on business. As someone who is used to driving, the sudden change from needing to take the subway to needing to take a taxi felt like losing her legs.

Standing at the door, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Is anyone home?"

The downside of combined buildings is that you have to yell at the security guard, like an old lady. If it were a high-rise building, you could just go to the front desk to make an appointment and register.

The security guard didn't open the gate; instead, he stood inside and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Yan Na smiled and greeted him, "Hello, Uncle, may I come in? I have something very important to discuss with your boss."

The security guard hurriedly waved his hand, "No, we can't just come in unless our boss calls. Besides, our boss isn't here during the New Year."

Finally, Yan Na started to gain sympathy, chatting with the gatekeeper for 30 minutes and almost bringing her deceased grandfather back to life. The gatekeeper was stunned by her words and kept praising her as a good girl. "Just say you are my friend's niece, don't get it wrong. I've worked here my whole life, and the boss is a very nice person. Remember that."

The gatekeeper, still not convinced, continued to give instructions.

In the presidential suite of the Blue City Hotel, a man lay on the bed, holding a tablet in his hand. His collar was open, revealing glimpses of his tanned skin. He watched as the woman on the screen gave an exaggerated, effusive smile. So this was how they used to negotiate the collaboration.

If you can't find any information, attacking the gatekeeper is a pretty good tactic.

He pulled the progress bar on the phone screen back with his slender fingers, and a woman's voice came from the tablet. He ate his breakfast slowly, as if listening to music. "Uncle, you don't know, I'm from abroad. My grandfather is over 80 years old and has a serious illness. The hospital said they need to use your company's equipment for his physical therapy, but the medical expenses are so expensive. Our family... our family's conditions are not good to begin with. My mother is very fertile, she had three of us. You know how difficult it is to have three children these days. My father is also a good-for-nothing. Uncle, can you let me know more about the situation? I'm afraid the hospital will cheat me."

The security guard thought it unlikely that the hospital would lie, since the boss only worked with large hospitals. "Young lady, the hospital wouldn't lie. You're probably being too suspicious."

Yan Na continued to feign illness, "No, Uncle, we're from a small county town. We can't afford to go to a bigger county town for treatment, but our village chief used his connections to get us a machine of your brand. The doctor there said it's quite good, so I..."

If the gatekeeper didn't let her through soon, Yan Na felt like she was about to fabricate her own story, and that her IQ was dropping from all the fabrication.

Gatekeeper: "Hey, go ahead, remember what I said, say she's my niece."

Upon hearing this, Yan Na breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the gatekeeper didn't ask her grandfather what illness he had, otherwise she really wouldn't have known what to say.

Yan Na was extremely grateful, "Thank you, Uncle."

"She's a good child. Children from poor families mature early. Our granddaughter is just too spoiled. She never lifts a finger."

After walking a little further away, Yan Na said to her deceased grandfather in a low voice, "Grandpa, we've worked together again. I had no choice but to start working hard in the first month of the lunar year for the sake of the Yan family's business. You must remember my kindness."

The man eating almost spat out his food when he heard this. White Tiger listened with a blank expression, his mind filled with questions, and handed him a pack of tissues.

Lan Yunchen took a tissue and pushed the food in front of him a little further away, instructing, "Take it away. I'm not going out today; I'll stay at the hotel."

Baihu began tidying up the lunchboxes. "Yes, young master."

After tidying up, he promptly left. Not long after, Lan Chumu, who was far away in the capital, called. Lan Yunchen wiped his hands and answered the phone, "Dad."

Lan Chumu: "Hmm, why did they call me back then saying that the director of Yan's business department wanted to see me? Her name is Yan Na, is she the girl who played ball with us last time?"

It seems the registration is complete, but whether the meeting will be successful is another matter. Lan Yunchen simply wants to see how Yan Na usually wins over clients.

Lan Yunchen replied calmly, "Yes, it's okay, I'll handle it."

Lan Chumu reminded her, "Take good care of that young lady. It's not easy for her to come all the way to our area to do business during the Lunar New Year. Please take good care of her."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Lan Yunchen's lips curled into a smile, knowing that the woman's coldness was just a protective mask.