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

In the Han family's living room, everyone stared intently at Lan Chumu making a phone call.

By the time he hung up the phone, everyone in the living room already understood why Lan Yunchen had rushed back. Lan Yunxi, however, hadn't yet processed what her father had said.

There were surprises and astonishments.

Sitting on the sofa, one hand propped on her knee in deep thought, she murmured to herself, analyzing, "So, brother went to chase after the pretty sister. Then how did brother know that the sister went to Blue City?"

Han Yue thought the little girl's question was very good, and couldn't help but touch her neck. He didn't answer her question, but since everyone else pretty much knew the reason, he casually gave the most flimsy excuse, "It's probably what Yan Na told my older brother."

Lan Yunxi continued to think, resting her chin on her hand. What Yue-ge said made sense, after all, the pretty sister went to their Lan City, the place where her brother was born and raised.

With a smile playing on her lips and joy shining in her eyes, she said, "Okay, then we'll wait here for my brother's good news."

Han Yue pinched the little girl's ear and said with a smile, "That depends on how fast your big brother is."

Han's mother patted Shen Muyun's hand again to comfort her, "Don't worry, Yunchen always does things carefully."

Shen Muyun wasn't worried that her son was acting recklessly; she was just afraid that he might not understand her intentions and make the wrong decision.

After returning from her previous company, Yan Na wasted no time. She felt that it would be a waste of time not to experience the exotic scenery. This trip abroad was impromptu, and since it was just something her father mentioned casually, it could succeed or not. There was no pressure or heavy workload, so she wasn't too nervous.

She actually wanted to relax a bit; if the appointment didn't go, she would go again tomorrow.

After discussing so much business, which boss didn't have to be patient and persistent? Everyone has their pride and airs, so this situation was perfectly normal for Yan Na.

I took a taxi from the company to the Blue City shopping mall and started my solo shopping spree.

She quite liked the environment inside the Blue City Building.

Major luxury brands are located on the top floor of the building, while those with relatively lower prices are located on floors 1-5, without restricting access to the building for those with limited means.

She suddenly became interested and wanted to explore the building floor by floor. The buildings in Blue City have their own unique architectural style, and each building has been modified by removing 14 floors and 4 floors, which can be said to be auspicious numbers. This building only has 16 floors, and there is a coffee shop on the top floor.

Yan Na noticed a characteristic: people here like to make full use of the rooftops, and the Blue City Hotel is no exception; the top floor is also a sunny leisure area.

She started her shopping spree from the first floor, noting that cheap items are often of poor quality. Sometimes, hidden gems of good value are found in these treasure troves. Yan Na wasn't masochistic; she planned to browse a few floors before heading to her favorite shoe store to buy a pair of flats, otherwise her legs would be ruined tomorrow.

I spent a full three hours shopping and picked up a lot of things. It wasn't practical to carry them all around, so I opened a delivery app and called a courier to take my things back to the hotel.

She felt a sudden ease in her hand, and as she turned her head, she felt someone following her, but when she turned her head again, she seemed not to feel anything. She squinted and frowned.

However, without giving it much thought, I continued shopping.

When Yan Na arrived at the entrance of a famous brand fountain pen store, she stopped in her tracks. She wanted to go in, and she did. She stepped inside, and there were many expensive fountain pens under the transparent glass display cases. Under the lights, the pens gleamed.

Yan Na's fingers traced across the counter, following a straight line to a fountain pen with a gold body. She stopped in her tracks, and in an instant, Lan Yunchen's face appeared in her mind.

Yes, her initial reason for entering the store was that Lan Yunchen was a university professor, and she actually wanted to buy him a fountain pen as a gift.

This gold fountain pen is dazzling and very gentlemanly, which seems to suit Lan Yunchen perfectly. The sales clerk is good at reading people and noticed Yan Na's fondness for the pen. She took it out while wearing gloves.

He showed and introduced the pen to Yan Na, and then took a piece of white paper and wrote on it with the golden fountain pen. The pure white paper was lightly stained by the pen tip, and each word that fell on it was like a musical note dancing.

Yan Na couldn't help but ask to wear gloves to feel the pen. The pen body was of normal length and felt very comfortable to hold. Without saying a word or asking the price, she bought it generously.

Unsure whether she could even give it away, she bought it and readily swiped her bank card.

Yan Na has always been a person who follows her heart. She doesn't hide or conceal her feelings or her truest thoughts. If she likes something, she'll bring it home, regardless of whether she can use it later. At least when she thinks about it, she won't regretfully say, "If only I had bought it."

If it's useless, keeping it at home can serve as a reminder that it wasn't worth buying.

By the time Yan Na walked out of the building, it was already dark. She had spent the whole day inside, eating and shopping to her heart's content, and her hands were full of her spoils.

Coincidentally, a taxi stopped right in front of her as she came out. The driver rolled down the window and asked, "Miss, are you going? I happen to have a free taxi."

I couldn't be happier; I've been walking all day. "Okay, take me to the Blue City Hotel, thank you."

The driver was a young man, very straightforward. "Okay," he said, and quickly got out of the car, opened the trunk, and helped Yan Na put her things in.

After getting in the car, no one spoke, and they remained silent the whole way until the car arrived at the hotel. The driver helped unload the things, said goodbye, and one of them said thank you.

Upon arriving at the front desk, Yan Na asked, "Hello, I'm a customer here. Do you offer errand services to leave your belongings here this afternoon?"

The receptionist politely replied, "Yes, miss, you have quite a lot of things. I'll arrange for someone to bring them up for you."

"Thanks."

Yan Na didn't try to be strong; she really couldn't improve. The hotel service was quite good, though.

Back in her room, looking at the pile of gifts and boxes on the floor, from various brands, Yan Na had no energy to tidy them up. She was too tired. Barefoot, she took off her coat, turned on the air conditioner, and casually tied her hair up. She would deal with everything after she took a shower.

Twenty minutes later, Yan Na appeared wearing a bright red silk nightgown, her curly hair styled into a loose bun, a face mask on, and her hands constantly rubbing hand cream on them.

With one hand on her hip, she leaned softly against the wine cabinet, wondering what to do with all these bags. It seemed she had forgotten to buy a suitcase. How could she have forgotten the suitcase?

The doorbell rang, and she wondered why she hadn't called room service. She moved her crossed legs to open the door, and two white suitcases were pushed in.

Before Yan Na could speak, the person whose name tag read "Hotel Manager" spoke first, also glancing at Yan Na, "Ms. Yan, hello. Our hotel noticed that you bought a lot of things this afternoon. Since this is your first time staying at our hotel, we would like to give you two suitcases as a small token of our appreciation. We hope you will stay here again next time."

Upon hearing this, Yan Na was stunned for a moment. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation. She asked suspiciously, "Your hotel always provides suitcases, and you even provide two?"

The last three words were emphasized.

As she spoke, Yan Na raised two slender, fair fingers and waved them in the air, her expression full of suspicion.

The manager replied without changing his expression, "Yes, it wasn't just you who received it. We also gave it to other customers who made purchases today. You can check it out; it's not just you. Don't worry that our hotel has any ulterior motives. If anything, it's just for sales figures. We hope you'll stay at our hotel again next time."

The door was open, but the manager didn't enter; in fact, he didn't even step inside. Outside, another staff member carrying a suitcase said, "Hello, this is a complimentary gift from our hotel today. Thank you for your stay."

Yan Na wasn't unaware of the value of the goods; these two suitcases alone already covered the amount she had prepaid for at the hotel. She still had some doubts and questions, but the hotel's actions were very perplexing to her.

She had reason to suspect that the boss was a rich second-generation who didn't know how to run a business; who would give away things like that?

Isn't this wasteful?

This is a tactic usually used to appease customers when there are unexpected situations at the hotel. She had no bad reviews and had only been staying for a short time, yet they suddenly sent her two suitcases, and they were even brand-name ones.

Finally, unable to resist the manager's continued persuasion, Yan Na accepted the money and promised to stay at the hotel again. The manager seemed to have completed his task and left with a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he went.

Looking at the two tall white suitcases, I shook my head helplessly. Why not take advantage of something that's offered to me? I was already short of things, so I just got to work. I squatted down and started unpacking the boxes, opening the suitcases, and packing the items in one by one in order.

Two hours later, after everything was set up, Yan Na was a little thirsty and noticed that there was red wine and white wine on the wine rack, and mineral water, beverages, and milk on the counter.

The hotel's practices were rather unusual. Yan Na, a first-time guest, was wary and dared not drink red wine. She opened a bottle of mineral water, sat in a chair, and pondered, feeling inexplicably curious about the hotel owner.

The next morning, Yan Na woke up at 8:30.

She hurriedly changed into a black suit, over which she wore a beige down jacket she had bought yesterday, and black high heels, before heading to her former company again.

Stepping downstairs, the wind was biting cold; it was quite chilly in Blue City.

It was quite a coincidence that the taxi driver downstairs was the same young man who had brought her home last night, and he was downstairs again this morning.

"Hey, miss, it's you again. Are you planning to go out?"

The driver's tone was one of surprise and eagerness to solicit customers, which made Yan Na give up on asking questions again. Perhaps it was because this was a hotel that the driver liked to wait here to pick up passengers.

Once in the car, Yan Na still asked, "Do you often pick up passengers here?"

The driver started the car smoothly and said in a normal tone, "Yes, the guests staying here are all of very high quality. I like picking up customers here."

It turned out to be the case.

But rich people aren't necessarily well-mannered, and poor people aren't necessarily unmannered. Yan Na just didn't intend to argue about this with the driver.

Perhaps he only encounters people of high caliber.

The driver in front of me was a chatterbox. He was quiet last night, but today he was very talkative. "Miss, what do you think of our city?"

Yan Na glanced at the receding scenery outside the window and said truthfully, "It's nice, and the people are very welcoming."

The driver looked slightly smug, raising his chin like a child. "That's right. Our management here is quite strict. You can rest assured about the security situation. We have a very generous philanthropist here who spends a lot of money every year to manage the security here."

"A great philanthropist?" Yan Na asked.