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

After the matter was settled, the Yan family wanted to invite the Lan couple to stay for a meal, but they politely declined, saying they had to go back to report.

This made Yan's mother laugh, but fortunately, Shen Muyun added that the two families would have a meal together when her son came back.

The entire Yan family stood at the door to see the Lan and Han families off to their cars, showing them great enthusiasm.

In the car.

While Han's mother was driving, Lan Chumu, sitting in the back seat, sent Lan Yunchen a message: The Yan family has agreed to the marriage, but Yan Na's confirmation is needed regarding the betrothal gifts.

Lan Chumu is very sensible. She can't call her son anytime now, in case she disturbs him.

at that time.

Lan Yunchen was comfortably sleeping in the sunroom, holding Yan Na in his arms, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He quietly took out his phone to check and found it was a message from his father.

Lan Yunchen stretched one hand out from under the blanket and replied with one hand: Okay, I'll discuss it with her when she wakes up.

Lan Chumu didn't reply to this message, nor was she comfortable replying. She couldn't very well ask if they were asleep.

The woman in his arms stirred, nuzzling against him like a kitten. Lan Yunchen asked softly, "Are you awake? Still tired?"

The woman under the blanket mumbled, "Let me clear my head. Your phone is vibrating because you got a message."

"Hmm, it was probably Xixi who sent it. She probably wants to ask us about something."

"Hmm, did you say it?" Yan Na said weakly in a semi-conscious state.

Lan Yunchen spoke as if it were a routine matter, "Yes, I've finished your shareholders' meeting for you."

"Um."

After saying that, he realized something was wrong.

Shareholders' Meeting?

The next second, Yan Na suddenly opened her eyes, staring at him in disbelief. This wasn't a company shareholders' meeting; it was a family meeting. "You're not kidding, are you? You made a phone call?"

Her beautiful eyes were full of surprise and questioning, wide open. She leaned against his chest, excitedly peeking out. Lan Yunchen tidied the stray hairs on her cheeks. "While we were asleep, my parents were in a hurry to go to your house to propose marriage."

Then, dropping the bombshell, "Uncle, Aunt has already agreed to our marriage. Mr. Yan wouldn't be thinking of backing out, would he?"

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

Seeing Yan Na's surprised silence, he said, "Mr. Yan, you're not trying to shirk responsibility, are you? I'm rather simple-minded when it comes to relationships; once I've slept with someone, I'm committed to them for life. So, Mr. Yan, are you going to take responsibility?"

His words were filled with grievance, as if Yan Na was about to abandon him, but his tone was as manipulative as could be.

"Lan Yunchen, I've discovered you're a big bad wolf, always striking when people are completely unaware." There's no chance for anyone to fight back; it's too ruthless.

He's just taking advantage of the fact that she likes him.

Hearing this, Lan Yunchen smiled, because he saw no anger on Yan Na's face, only teasing. He pulled her close under the blanket and drew her into his arms. "That's because you're so charming, I had no choice but to make a move. Now, President Yan, would you like to be my Mrs. Lan?"

She's already been introduced to him, and they've already slept together. How can she say no? She keeps saying she's irresponsible. If she doesn't agree, she'll become a scumbag, abandoning all responsibility after the fact.

Seeing her compromise, Lan Yunchen breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, there were risks involved, but Lan Yunchen chose to take the gamble. He was also afraid that things might get complicated if he waited too long and didn't want to give Yan Na too much time to think about retreating.

They put them in a tough spot.

Lan Yunchen said with a smile, "I'll go back to the capital with you tomorrow. The contract has been signed, and I'll take you back to meet your in-laws."

Are you worried about the Yan family, or are you worried about our separation?

Seeing the woman in his arms deep in thought, Lan Yunchen guessed the reason.

Yan Na answered truthfully, "Both are true. Xiao Zhun doesn't want to take over the company, so in the future, we might be in a long-distance relationship most of the time. Can you accept that?"

"Call me like I did last night, without my surname. Our relationship isn't suited to such unfamiliar terms."

Last night? Yunchen?

Lan Yunchen continued, stroking her back through her clothes, "I can find someone to manage the Yan family business for you, I guarantee you'll be satisfied, and I can even help you with your brother's marriage. It will only succeed, it won't fail."

Yan Na narrowed her eyes again, sensing a conspiracy. "You're not thinking...you're not kidding, are you?"

Lan Yunchen curled his lips and said seriously, "I have a girl working for me who comes from a poor family. Her family isn't well-off, but she's ambitious and hardworking. She climbed her way up to the position of general manager on her own. She's very serious about her work and admires the medical profession. She might like your brother."

Yan Na's interest was inexplicably piqued. "Are you also from Blue City?"

"No, they moved here from a rural area on the outskirts of your capital, and their whole family lives here now."

Seeing that she was interested, Lan Yunchen continued to coax her, "Lan's business director recently resigned due to illness. I wonder if President Yan can join the company."

Yan Na smiled. This was all planned in advance. Where would coincidences come from? Most coincidences between adults are deliberate.

After dinner, back in the presidential suite, Lan Yunchen went to take a shower. His phone, which was on the bedside table, rang. Yan Na didn't want to look at it, since it was Lan Yunchen's personal phone, but it kept ringing.

She put on her slippers and went to check. The phone had stopped ringing, but a message came in. Lan Yunchen's phone wasn't locked; it was still on the chat screen from before he went into the bathroom.

An ambiguous text message caught my eye: Yunchen, shall we meet today or tomorrow? We agreed on today, but you stood me up again. I'm really sad.

The note in the text message was "Qiao," and Yan Na was instantly frozen in place by a kind of magic.

The tenderness and intimacy they shared on the rooftop seemed to be mocking something. She hesitated whether to ask, but the business card was clearly in her phone, and sending such messages was allowed—it was something else entirely.

Given Lan Yunchen's personality, how could he send such a message so recklessly without his permission? It would be a lie to say she wasn't upset; at this moment, Yan Na's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.

I thought adult love wasn't as complicated as it is in TV dramas, but it seems it's pretty much the same, with not much difference.

That makes sense. Someone as outstanding as Lan Yunchen wouldn't be the only one to fall in love with. There are probably countless people who like him. Being rich and good-looking has always been the choice of most women.

Unbeknownst to me, my red fingernails dug into my palm, leaving deep marks, but I didn't feel any pain; instead, I became more alert.

Another message came in, this time forceful: "Yunchen, by tomorrow night at the latest. If you stand me up again, I'll really be angry."

Yan Na still didn't look through Lan Yunchen's information because it was pointless. It's too tiring for a man to have to keep an eye on his phone; it's better to be single.

She was long past the age of crying at the slightest thing, and kept comforting herself by thinking of it as finding a temporary lover, and that she would explain to her parents when she got back.

At that moment, Yan Na had just finished showering and was wearing a red dress-style nightgown. Without saying a word, she took a two-piece nightgown from her suitcase to the guest room to change into, choosing a more conservative style.

When Lan Yunchen came out, Yan Na was nowhere to be seen. The phone screen on the table was already black. He wiped his wet hair and searched for her, walking into the living room, but still couldn't find her.

The guest room door was tightly closed. Puzzled as to why he'd gone to the guest room, he stood at the door, drying his hair with one hand and knocking with the other. "Nana, are you in there?"

The door opened, and Yan Na had already changed into a two-piece set of pajamas. When she saw the handsome Lan Yunchen and recalled the two ambiguous messages from earlier, her heart ached, as if someone had grabbed her by the neck, and she felt suffocated. She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. I felt a little cold, so I changed into a set of pajamas."

"Can you turn the temperature up a bit? Are you feeling unwell?" Lan Yunchen asked instinctively, assuming she had caught a cold from sleeping on the rooftop.

He reached out to touch her forehead, but Yan Na immediately took a few steps back, realizing her reaction was too much. "Sorry, I might have caught a bit of a cold. To avoid infecting you, I'll sleep in this room tonight."

Her smile was dazzling, and Lan Yunchen's hand froze in mid-air. His eyes turned cold as he tried to figure out what had happened to Yan Na in the short time it took her to take a shower. They had even made plans to meet her parents in the capital the next day.

Lan Yunchen could clearly sense the resistance and change in Yan Na's heart. He looked at her probingly, trying to find the reason.

"Okay, I'll get you the medicine. Take your temperature before you go to sleep." He was still worried.

But at this moment, her gentleness made Yan Na wonder if he was this gentle with all women. She subconsciously started to think about it and gradually entered a state of wild imagination.

"No need, I basically don't take medicine for colds, they'll heal on their own after a good night's sleep. Goodnight."

Lan Yunchen had already stopped wiping and replied, "Good night, sweet dreams. Call me if you need anything."

Yan Na smiled again and then closed the door, but she didn't lock it. This suite belonged to Lan Yunchen, and locking the door would seem petty. She was past the age of blocking someone at the slightest disagreement.

After closing the door, she didn't move. She just leaned against the door and stood there for a long, long time, until her legs went numb. Her mind was filled with memories of meeting Lan Yunchen and getting together. All the scenes were vivid in her mind. He had always been gentle. As she thought about it, a bean-sized bead fell to the ground.

Lan Yunchen, standing outside the door, did not leave, nor did he dry his hair. He simply stood quietly at the door, guarding the space between them. The door separated the two people who were once inseparable into two different worlds.

After standing there for a while, Lan Yunchen returned to his room. The door was not closed. He sat down on the bed and picked up his phone to send a message to Yan Na to ask about returning to the capital tomorrow.

The phone opened to a chat interface. He had chatted with someone whose contact name was Qiao before he went to take a shower. Yan Na wasn't an outsider, so he didn't turn off the phone and just left it there. When he saw the two ambiguous messages, Lan Yunchen's brow twitched.

What kind of nonsense is this? It's just asking for trouble.

That's undoubtedly the reason. After coming down from the rooftop, they went to have dinner and didn't go anywhere else. You could say they even kissed before going to take a shower.

Lan Yunchen replied in the chat interface: Next time you send a message, can you include the subject and predicate? Don't be so ambiguous. I said I would bring her to see you.

Qiao: It's all because you haven't been replying to my messages. If I don't cause you some trouble, you'll bring the person here for me to see.

Lan Yunchen: You should find a second spring in your life, otherwise you're too idle.

Qiao: Stop changing the subject. If you stand me up again, you'll regret it.