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

After Yan Na sat down, Lan Yunchen wiped another stool, straightened his clothes, and then slowly sat down.

From Yan Na's perspective, she could see the snow on Lan Yunchen's shoulder and notice that one of his arms was a bit darker in color. Today's snow was mixed with a little bit of drizzle.

Yan Na unconsciously glanced at her clothes and found that there wasn't a single snowflake. Lan Yunchen's action was like throwing a stone into the deepest part of a lake, hitting the very center.

After staring blankly for a moment, she took out a pack of tissues from her bag and handed it to him, gesturing for him to wipe his shoulder. "Wipe your shoulder, it's a little wet."

Lan Yunchen took the tissue and pulled out one, but he couldn't wipe the particularly dark area. Yan Na couldn't stand it, so she got up, walked behind Lan Yunchen, took the tissue from the table, and silently wiped him. She first gently patted the snow off his body, and then used the tissue to absorb the water from his clothes.

It took several minutes, and Lan Yunchen smiled the whole time, remaining motionless as Yan Na helped him.

"Okay." Yan Na felt the clothes with her fingertips and checked them again.

"Thank you." Just as Yan Na was about to leave, Lan Yunchen quickly grabbed her wrist and tentatively asked, "Want to build a snowman?"

Building a snowman?

Such a distant memory, it happened so many years ago. Since going to university, Xiao Zhun had no intention of taking over the company, so this heavy responsibility fell on her shoulders.

She didn't choose any majors she liked, but she doesn't regret it. One of the three children has to help out, and her parents are getting older.

I think I built a snowman with Feifei when I was in high school.

I think so, but I can't remember clearly.

Lan Yunchen has always been observant. He saw through her silence and pulled her to sit down on the stool. He then turned around and went to a spacious place. After choosing a spot, Lan Yunchen began to collect snow in the snow. His warm hands instantly became numb from the cold.

The sight of the busy figure in the snow made Yan Na lose herself in thought again. This man really knew how to play the game, gradually and silently entering her heart without her having any defenses.

Lan Yunchen didn't express his love or affection verbally. Since confessing his feelings, he hadn't asked her if she wanted to be together or urged her to make a decision, as if he wasn't the one who confessed.

He kept venturing out, back and forth in the rain, piling up snow in the open space. Yan Na couldn't sit still, and what Lan Yunchen wanted was to attract Yan Na's attention, not his busy figure, but the allure of the snow. However, what Lan Yunchen didn't know was that Yan Na's attention was on him.

She got up and walked to Lan Yunchen's side, tugged at her coat, and squatted down. Neither of them had an umbrella, and the snow was still falling. "What am I going to do?"

Hearing this, the man beside her smiled and said, "I'll collect the snow, and you can create the designs." He would do the hard work, and she would just need to focus on one place.

"There's plenty here, don't go get any yet." Yan Na had an urge to hold Lan Yunchen's hand and see how cold it was.

In the end, she gave up, feeling it was a bit abrupt. When her hands touched the snow, she no longer needed to feel Lan Yunchen's temperature. The coldness of the snow made Yan Na shiver, but she smiled happily and started making snowballs. Lan Yunchen was afraid she was too cold, so he helped her make snowballs.

Working together, the two quickly completed a snowman. Lan Yunchen took off the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around the snowman's neck.

The cold wind mercilessly crept into his neck, and he shrugged, realizing how cold it really was. However, his hands, soaked in snow, were starting to warm up.

Yan Na's hands were burning hot too.

An office upstairs had a view of the scene below. Baihu stood expressionless by the window, leaning his head forward to look out.

The bodyguards, one by one, curiously peered out, asking, "Hey bro, what's the boss doing?"

White Tiger, "Are you blind?"

Bodyguard: "The boss's in love? Holy crap!"

Baihu looked at the bodyguard like he was an idiot. Was this dating? This was clearly a pursuit, you moron.

The two people downstairs looked at the finished product with a great sense of accomplishment, especially Yan Na, whose face showed a long-lost joy that was genuine, relaxed, and carefree.

Yan Na was looking at the snowman, and Lan Yunchen was looking at Yan Na. When she turned her head to say she wanted to take a picture, their eyes met. In an instant, sparks flew, and a sense of ambiguity and love mingled with the falling snow.

The infection seeped into their bodies, their heartbeats became irregular, and the two of them, half-squatting, were as if they had been acupunctured, completely still, with only each other in their eyes.

Driven by her feelings, Yan Na kept drawing closer and closer. Following her heart, she turned her head, and just when she was only a centimeter away, a sneeze interrupted her attempt to continue the romance.

Coming to her senses, Yan Na immediately stood up awkwardly, head bowed, right index finger pressed against her nose, and said softly, "I'm going back to my room now."

Lan Yunchen's eyes darkened, and he nodded, "Okay."

Yan Na quickened her pace and left. Watching Yan Na's hurried figure, Lan Yunchen first smiled, then his smile faded, and he said coldly, "Come out."

As soon as the white tiger upstairs saw the person coming out, it dashed downstairs at a speed of 180 degrees.

Two minutes later, Baihu stood next to Lan Yunchen. The person who sneezed was none other than the driver, Xiaofei, who was also the bodyguard who had been driving around and protecting Yan Na.

Xiao Fei chuckled, "Haha, what a coincidence, young master. I just wanted to see how things were going between you and your sister-in-law."

Seeing Lan Yunchen's face darken, Baihu was understandably upset. Who would be happy to have their good time interrupted? If it were him, he would have dislocated Xiaofei's arm long ago. He had seen it clearly from upstairs just now, and they almost kissed.

Then this idiot suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Baihu, fearing Lan Yunchen would get angry, kicked Xiaofei first, "Hurry up and apologize to the young master. Why aren't you at home resting your arm? What are you doing at the hotel?"

Xiao Fei received a look from Bai Hu, and then saw Lan Yunchen looking as cold as the snowman next to him. Xiao Fei started to panic. "Young Master, I was wrong, I was wrong. Can I go back to recover?"

Is it too late to run away now? Can we just pretend we never saw him? He can't control sneezing, can he?

A gust of cold wind, a sneeze—a natural reaction.

Baihu struggled to hold the umbrella for him, highlighting the height difference. Lan Yunchen's tone was indifferent, "You're so free, one fall isn't enough."

It refers to Yan Na's over-the-shoulder throw.

Xiao Fei quickly shook his head, "No, my hand isn't fully healed yet."

Lan Yunchen's voice was colder than the snow in winter. He glanced at the snowman behind him and said, "Don't let me see snow on the hotel steps tomorrow morning."

"If this snowman melts, you can stand here and pretend to be a snowman."

Xiao Fei looked like he was about to cry, filled with regret. Why was he wandering around so late at night instead of sleeping? Now he wouldn't get any sleep all night, having to shovel snow and protect his sister-in-law's snowman. What a tragic situation!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Yunchen took the umbrella from Baihu's hand. "Put on the height-increasing insoles tomorrow."

White Tiger: "Yes, young master."

Xiao Fei, who was being punished, burst out laughing. "Haha, the young master thinks you're short? That's hilarious! Hahaha, height-increasing insoles!"

Baihu was ruthless and didn't talk much. He gave Xiaofei another solid kick, saying, "Just a heads-up, the hotel steps can't have snow tomorrow."

Xiao Fei was finally pulled back to the cruel reality. What? It's still snowing. How could the steps not have snow? It's like a monk sweeping fallen leaves, sweeping them clean. What a joke.

The young master did this to mess with him, to get revenge. This nose is no good. Why did he have to sneeze now? Why couldn't he wait until they were kissing before he sneezed?

Xiao Fei raised his hand and slapped his nose. It was more like cleaning the toilets; at least the hotel toilets were very clean.

Back in her room, Yan Na's mind was filled with the image of the two of them so close. She raised her hand to touch her cheek, as if she could still feel Lan Yunchen's warm breath on her face. Her cheek began to feel slightly hot. If it weren't for that sneeze, they might have...

She almost kissed him. She let out a breath and predicted in her heart that she probably wouldn't be able to resist for long. This man was too charming.

She was now certain that she had fallen for Lan Yunchen, but she needed to be sure whether he was always that gentle or just being particularly gentle at this stage.

Yan Na is afraid of the changes between dating and marriage, something she can't see right now, and that's where her confusion lies.

She's not a little girl who can recklessly run away without considering anything, like in a TV drama, abandoning everything. Marriage involves two families, and she has a lot to consider.

Furthermore, Lan Yunchen is from Lancheng, while she is from the capital. She still needs to support the Yan family and cannot abandon everything to do as she pleases. After thinking it over, Yan Na sighed inwardly. Indeed, adult love is not so simple. It's not something you can just decide to do on a whim. There are too many things to consider.

Lan Yunchen, who understands how to touch people's hearts, is so hateful that he deliberately sends a message to remind them: Sorry, but in that kind of situation, I just couldn't help wanting to kiss you.

Yan Na: "............."

Yan Na composed herself, walked to the French windows, glanced at the snow scene outside, and took off her wet coat: "I can understand, it's a normal reaction for an adult."

Lan Yunchen: Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Yan.

Yan Na reminded her again: "You're welcome. Change your clothes as soon as they get wet."

Lan Yunchen: Okay, I understand.

Yan Na threw her phone on the bed, where it rolled over once. She then took her pajamas and went to take a shower.

Half an hour later.

Yan Na sat in bed, adjusted the temperature to a comfortable level, and began writing reports, summaries, and a series of other tasks after the start of the work period.

Busy work can temporarily clear her mind of trivial matters, which is one of the reasons why she likes to work. When a person is busy, she forgets to think about worries, forgets to be sad, and forgets to think about what to do tomorrow.

at that time.

Inside the presidential suite, Lan Yunchen was also working overtime with his laptop on his lap. He was revising the contract with Yan Na, a contract he had never intended for the legal department to handle from the beginning.

After typing the last word, Lan Yunchen picked up the glass of red wine on the corner of the table and took a big gulp. He rubbed his fingertips together, recalling the scene downstairs. He could feel that Yan Na had feelings for him and was also thinking about him.

However, a hint of concern and hesitation could be seen in her eyes.

Is it due to reasons abroad or in the capital? Or is it because the Yan family is not managed? He can handle these things; they are not problems.

Or perhaps it's a matter of distrust. The previous issues can all be resolved; only time will tell about the last one.

Trust between people isn't built in a day, so it's no wonder Miss Yan is suspicious. She's not a little girl anymore; she's been in the business world and at the negotiating table, so she's seen more than most people and naturally has more to consider.

It's not surprising. If she weren't good at thinking, Yan's business wouldn't have been able to complete one deal after another through her efforts.