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

What is this situation?

In just a few seconds, Yan Na seemed to have figured out Lan Yunchen's meaning, and smiled inexplicably, raising her beautiful eyes to look at the man in front of her who was seriously cutting steak.

Lan Yunchen gives off an impression of being both ascetic and refined, noble, and mysterious...

Lost in thought, I noticed that the steak in front of me was taken away by a slender hand, replaced by steaks that had been cut into uniform shapes and sizes.

With his lips slightly parted, before Yan Na could refuse, Lan Yunchen spoke first, saying naturally, "It's only right for a man to take care of a woman at the dinner table. Don't feel guilty. If you really feel uncomfortable, just consider it an opportunity for me to show my gentlemanly side."

The man had said everything, leaving no room for refusal. Yan Na had no choice but to eat, so she stopped refusing and smiled, "Lan Yunchen, is it true that no one can refuse anything from you?"

There are always a bunch of reasons that make people willingly accept this kindness and feel warm inside.

Lan Yunchen placed Yan Na's steak in front of him, picked up his knife and fork again, and began to cut it, saying unhurriedly, "Ms. Yan, you've probably misunderstood. I'm not a central air conditioner; I don't intend to warm everyone."

This meant that Yan Na was an exception, and once again, her heartstrings were silently stirred.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Yunchen took out his phone, turned on the screen, enlarged the picture, and held the phone in front of Yan Na. This picture was the one Yan Na had photoshopped for them, also a scene of eating in a restaurant, only the clothes were different, after all, the season for photoshopping was different, now it was winter.

In the photo, Yan Na is wearing a red V-neck dress, and Lan Yunchen is wearing a white shirt. They are sitting face to face. Yan Na is smiling charmingly, and Lan Yunchen is serving her food.

Yan Na: "............" The situation here is exactly the same as it is now.

Lan Yunchen noticed a slight embarrassment on Yan Na's face. She seemed embarrassed, and then instinctively reached for the serve. Lan Yunchen took in all of this, chuckling softly, "The photo has become reality. What are your thoughts, Ms. Yan?"

Yan Na: "Ah............" Isn't this just a photoshopped picture? What's there to think about?

Without hesitation, Lan Yunchen got straight to the point, "Alright, let me share my thoughts. The pictures you edited are very attractive and have changed my mind. So, starting from this meal, I plan to provide President Yan with real materials from now on. President Yan won't need to work hard on editing pictures or thinking of scenes anymore; he can use materials on the spot anytime."

Seeing Yan Na's puzzled expression, as if she hadn't fully understood, Lan Yunchen shortened his words, saying concisely, "I plan to pursue you. Does Ms. Yan understand now?"

With a loud bang.

Yan Na dropped her knife and fork onto the plate with a thud, a gesture that clearly showed her surprise. Trying to remain calm and maintain her smile, she said, "Mr. Lan, are you kidding? Aren't you a staunch non-marriage advocate?"

"Before you edited the photo."

Yan Na recalled what Lan Yunchen had said last night: "What if I said it was because of you?"

So he wasn't joking, nor was he saying it casually.

She photoshopped Lan Yunchen into someone who wanted to marry her and was even planning to pursue her. Has she become incredibly skilled at photoshopping? Didn't her mom say her photography skills were terrible? She even made Lan Yunchen look unphotogenic.

Yan Na stared intently at Lan Yunchen, trying to discern the truth from his expression. She licked her slightly dry lips, took a deep breath, and composed herself. "Are you trying to say that the photos I photoshopped made you want to fall in love? Is that what you mean, Mr. Lan?"

Even Yan Na herself found it unbelievable when she asked that question.

Lan Yunchen nodded honestly, smiling alluringly. Yan Na found the man's smile truly healing. She looked away, pinched her brow, and put down her fork. She suspected that this man had no intention of treating her to a meal at all. She hadn't eaten a single bite of beef, and all that remained was a head full of questions.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked, "President Lan, you don't mean to prevent me from eating, do you?"

"I'm sorry, I should have waited until you finished eating. It was my mistake. But what I said is true, I'm not joking. I never joke about relationships. I want this to be real. What are your thoughts, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Na took a deep breath and said calmly, "Let's eat."

"Okay." Lan Yunchen wasn't in a hurry; he even smiled when he heard her say those two words.

The meal consisted of a variety of grains. Yan Na ate quickly with her head down, then made an excuse that she needed to take a nap. Lan Yunchen knew she wanted to process what he had said, so he didn't stop her. After taking Yan Na back to her room, he carefully explained that the place for dinner had been booked and that he would pick her up when she woke up.

When Yan Na met Lan Yunchen's gaze, she always felt that this man possessed a kind of magic that was hard to resist.

Back in her room, Yan Na began to speculate. Coupled with the strange things that had happened in the past few days—the suitcase, the driver, and the security guard—they all seemed suspicious now.

She threw herself onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Was all of this done by Lan Yunchen? If so, then she had fallen into a trap when she came to Lan City, and he was watching her walk right into it.

I thought I was the one setting the trap, but it turns out there was a trap within a trap, and I became the prey?

On the other hand, did she have no feelings for Lan Yunchen? She's an adult and doesn't want to lie, so yes, she did.

She thought he was really a university professor, and that he wanted to buy the pen for Lan Yunchen when he saw it. That was the best thing he could do, but she wasn't sure if she could actually give it to him.

Yan Na was flustered by Lan Yunchen's sudden and straightforward confession. Her original firm idea changed, and she wanted to give it a try. Lan Yunchen's handsome face was displayed on the ceiling, still with that charming smile.

Stunned, Yan Na shook her head, deciding to take a nap first. Her mind was too chaotic right now, and she couldn't figure out where the head of the ball of yarn was.

Three and a half hours later, Yan Na slowly woke up, yawned, and at the same time her phone received a text message from Lan Yunchen: Are you awake?

Even through the screen, you can feel this man's gentleness. Why didn't he show it before? He hid it so well. Before, he would only say "received" at most.

She would have noticed if there had been any similar behavior before. Seeing this message cleared her head, and she was quite certain that she had been confessed to, or that it was someone she had hired.

Lan Yunchen fell in love with her because of the photoshopped pictures.

After waking up, she was certain that she had feelings for Lan Yunchen, at least in terms of his looks.

Yan Na didn't care whether Lan Yunchen was her employee or whether Lan Yunchen was setting a trap because he liked her. She only cared about her true feelings: whether she liked him or not, whether they were suitable or not.

She had never been in a relationship, but even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. There were countless breakups and reconciliations around her, with couples going through dramatic and heart-wrenching relationships. It was all about taking the bait.

The general idea was already clear in his mind. Lan Yunchen was now pursuing her. He picked up his phone and replied: Where does President Lan plan to take me to spend money?

Lan Yunchen: Get up and we'll talk.

Yan Na readily agreed: 30 minutes, can you wait?

Lan Yunchen: Sure, no rush.

Looking back at the chat history above, it's clear that this man has a pretty good level of patience.

For Yan Na, who had never been in a relationship, there was still a little bit of fear, hesitation, and confusion deep down.

Extremely punctual, Yan Na opened the door 30 minutes later, and Lan Yunchen was already standing casually at the door waiting, with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Seeing Yan Na come out, he took a few steps back and threw his cigarette into the extinguishing area near the elevator. "Sorry, I thought you'd be a while longer. Do you mind smoking?"

"No, I'm used to it. Smoke if you want, no need to hide it." Salespeople have no reason to mind others smoking; they're used to the smell.

Lan Yunchen took a piece of chewing gum out of his pocket, chewed it, and casually offered it to Yan Na, "Want some?"

Seeing Yan Na shake her head, Lan Yunchen assured her, "Don't worry, I won't smoke in front of you anymore."

That evening, Lan Yunchen took Yan Na to a famous internet-famous restaurant. Lan Yunchen took care of her the whole time, attending to every little detail, and Yan Na felt his thoughtfulness.

Lan Yunchen drove out in a relatively inexpensive car. He didn't plan to tell Yan Na that he was the richest man in Lan City right now, for fear of scaring her away before he even started pursuing her.

The main approach is to open a door and then proceed gradually.

"Where do you want to go?" Lan Yunchen asked softly, a blue-dial watch on his wrist.

Snowflakes drifted onto the car window, relentlessly battered by the wipers. "It's snowing, let's go back to the hotel. Drive slowly."

"it is good."

Back at the hotel, Lan Yunchen parked the car in his designated parking space and took Yan Na in the private elevator to the first floor. There were already many people on the snow-viewing platform; it's safe to say that there are this many people every night.

Yan Na's gaze was fixed on the snow-viewing platform, and she felt a strong urge to play in the snow. "I want to go there for a while," she said.

"Together, wait a moment." A bodyguard behind him handed over a transparent umbrella.

Lan Yunchen used his tall frame to half-embrace Yan Na, holding up a transparent umbrella. This allowed them to see the snow scene above the umbrella without getting wet, creating a hazy, dreamlike beauty.

In the snow, Lan Yunchen held an umbrella, and Yan Na was half-embraced, hiding under Lan Yunchen's protection. The umbrella was not very big, and a layer of snowflakes had already accumulated on one of Lan Yunchen's shoulders.

Arriving at the quiet place from last night, the black umbrella had been replaced with a white transparent one. Yan Na pulled her coat tighter and prepared to sit down on the chair.

Lan Yunchen stopped her from going forward, took her frozen hands, and put the umbrella in her hands. "You hold this for now."

Yan Na, puzzled, took the umbrella.

Then Lan Yunchen took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the snow off the stool. He wiped it very carefully. Yan Na stood still to the side, watching this noble man bend down to wipe the stool for her.

It's true that other men pursued her before, but none of them treated her like this. Most of them would use money to woo her, such as giving her roses, limited edition bags, cars, houses, and so on.

But Yan Na herself has those things, and she doesn't care. There are actually many reasons why she doesn't want to get married. For example, her mother analyzed that the men in TV dramas are unreliable, and that marriage would be all about the mundane realities of daily life. Another reason is that she doesn't want to raise an immature man after marriage. Considering many factors, Yan Na finally decided that it would be better to work and be single.

Now it seems that being in love has a different feel to it, without so much trouble. A pleasant, magnetic voice pulled her back to reality, "Okay, sit down. Aren't you cold? You can see the snow from the rooftop too."

Yan Na forced a smile, the thoughts from earlier still lingering in her mind. She pondered whether Lan Yunchen would be a good choice, whether things would stay this way, or whether they would turn into arguments over mundane chores. Aloud, she said, "Thank you."

She has a fear of marriage, and she's afraid that marriage will turn the initial beautiful moments into a nightmare; there are too many examples of this.

Before marriage, they were inseparable; after marriage, they were locked in a life-or-death struggle.