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

The Yan family.

During dinner that evening, Yan's father did not make things difficult for Lan Yunchen and was quite polite, but he was a little less enthusiastic than Yan's mother.

Lan Yunchen could understand. After all, he was the one who had taken Yan Na's daughter, so it was inevitable that he would have some opinions. Just like when his sister was taken, he had mixed feelings. So he could understand Yan Na's father's thoughts.

Yan Na didn't eat much for dinner and was a little hungry. She wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, and Lan Yunchen offered to make her some noodle soup. Yan Na also wanted to try Lan Yunchen's cooking and see how he cooked.

Lan Yunchen acted as if he were at the Yan family's house, as if it were his own. He opened the refrigerator and started looking for ingredients. He was going to make tomato and egg noodles for Yan Na. Holding a bright red tomato in his hand, he shook it and asked, "Is tomato and egg noodles okay?"

Yan Na sat on a high stool at the bar, resting her chin on her hand, gazing adoringly at the man washing his hands and preparing the meal. She nodded absentmindedly, "Sure, Mr. Lan, feel free to do whatever you want, I'm fine with anything."

Lan Yunchen stretched his hand across the bar in front of Yan Na. "What are you doing?" Yan Na asked, puzzled.

"Help me roll up the sleeves of my pajamas." Yan Na belatedly reached out and rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas inch by inch until they reached his elbows. She then gave Lan Yunchen a flirtatious wink. "Mr. Lan, thank you for your hard work."

"I find it delicious, I'm honored. Would you like it a little milder?"

"Sure, you decide."

Yan Na placed her hands on the pure white bar counter, clasped them together, rested her chin on the back of her hands, and followed Lan Yunchen's movements with her gaze.

This man had a gentle side, a domineering side, and a keen insight into people's hearts; she was completely captivated.

He scored a cross on the tomato with a fruit knife, poured boiling water over it, peeled off the thin outer skin, and quickly chopped it into pieces with one hand. He washed the greens very carefully, cleaning each leaf one by one.

Half an hour later, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of Yan Na, topped with a fried egg that looked very tempting. Yan Na praised it without reservation, "President Lan's cooking skills are quite good."

"Try it, do you like the taste?" Lan Yunchen handed her chopsticks, as if this were his home and she were a guest.

"Blow on it, be careful it's hot."

As she took a bite of noodles, Lan Yunchen stared at her, just as she had stared at him intently earlier. When their eyes met, she gave her honest assessment: "It's delicious."

However, there seem to be too many noodles to finish.

Lan Yunchen didn't have the habit of eating late-night snacks. After Yan Na had eaten more than half of it and started burping, she couldn't bear to waste his good intentions. "Give me the rest."

"No, I'll eat some more."

"If you can't eat, don't eat. It's bad for your stomach. Give it to me."

He forcefully took the bowl and chopsticks from in front of Yan Na and started eating with slurping sounds, finishing all the soup.

After finishing her meal, Yan Na rested her chin on her hand and watched the man eat noodles. He looked incredibly handsome. She wasn't going to let go anymore; she was determined to have this man. "Lan Yunchen, you're so good to me."

Lan Yunchen was still washing the dishes. He said the same thing again: let him show off. Yan Na didn't refuse, but she, who had been quietly waiting in the chair, suddenly stood up, walked inside, hugged his waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, and said in a muffled voice, "Lan Yunchen, it seems like I really can't live without you."

The water was running, he dried his hands, placed the bowl in the draining area, turned around and warned, "Nana, you'd better get rid of the idea of ​​leaving. I've said before, if you want to leave, that's a matter for the next life. Don't even think about it in this life."

Yan Na smiled at him, nodding repeatedly like an obedient child. She didn't want to leave, nor did she want to let go. She tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips. He responded, holding the back of her head and beginning to reclaim the dominant position.

Yan Na tilted her head back to accept this love, the salty taste spreading between her lips and teeth... Just as she was lost in the moment, Lan Yunchen's hand, which was on her waist, unknowingly moved to her back.

"Why am I sleepwalking...?"

The two people, who had been so enthusiastic, awkwardly stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the living room, looking at their mother who was pretending to be sleepwalking.

Yan's mother had been chatting with Yan's father and was getting a little thirsty, so she went downstairs to get a glass of water. The living room was pitch black, with only the kitchen light on. She assumed that Feifei had forgotten to turn it off and didn't think much of it before coming downstairs.

As a result, she saw her future son-in-law and daughter kissing passionately. She didn't know whether to leave or look, so she could only pretend to be sleepwalking, groping around with her eyes half-closed, pretending that she was really just sleepwalking.

In fact, the strict mother did not know that she did not seem like a sleepwalker at this moment, but rather like a blind person.

That wasn't even the most awkward part. When his wife reached the second step of the stairs, his strict father came down to get water, holding a clear glass. Seeing his wife hurriedly coming upstairs with an empty glass, he was very puzzled. "What are you doing? You're not getting water, where's the water?"

The mother tried hard to signal her husband, blinking and shaking her head, indicating that he should shut up. However, the father didn't get the signal and kept asking questions. He even tried to ignore his wife to pour water, but his mother pushed him back, saying, "What are you doing? I haven't poured the water yet."

And so, the strict father was dragged back to his room by the strict mother. Even inside, the strict father was still asking his mother, "What are you doing?"

"Ahem, let me go to Feifei's room and get you some milk. There's no water downstairs."

Strict father: "If there's no water, just boil some. Didn't we have the nanny boil some last night? How come there's no water left?" There's no water buffalo in the house, so how come there's no hot water left?

The Yan family members all prefer to drink hot water, and they prefer to boil it themselves. They don't like water from a water dispenser, so there is no water dispenser in their home.

"Just drink the milk I told you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Wait here, I'll go get you the milk."

Strict father: ".............."

downstairs.

Yan Na stood there, looking disheveled. She was the one who started the fire, and she was also the one who was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground. Wasn't this a live broadcast?

The main audience member was still her own mother. Yan Na sighed heavily and rubbed her forehead.

Lan Yunchen wasn't too embarrassed; he just smiled because his mother had given him a thumbs-up before leaving and put her arm around his shoulder to comfort him, saying, "Auntie has been through this and can understand."

Of course I've been through this; I'm a mother of three.

Yan Na pinched Lan Yunchen's chin and continued to tease him, knowing that her parents wouldn't come down again. But the next second, the living room door opened and Yan Zhun walked in.

Seeing that the kitchen light was still on, he assumed that Feifei had come down to look for food and blurted out, "What are you making? Cook me something."

What he saw was his older sister teasing him by pinching his chin with one hand, and Lan Yunchen lowering his head to prepare to kiss his sister. Hmm, this position was very ambiguous. Yan Zhun froze, realizing that the timing of his return was wrong.

I don't know whether I should leave or hurry upstairs, but I'm a little hungry. I should have just bought some late-night snacks outside.

The two remained in the same position. Lan Yunchen and Yan Na laughed at the same time. It was a little difficult to be intimate today, so they just found it funny. They scratched their necks and introduced him generously, "Your brother-in-law."

With their official status settled, Lan Yunchen released Yan Na's shoulders and instead put his arm around her. The two were very close, and Yan Zhun, who was still in shock, stared at the man who had suddenly appeared.

Subconsciously following her sister's instructions, she called out, "Sister... Brother-in-law."

Seeing Yan Zhun's stunned expression, Lan Yunchen asked, "Do you need me to get you something to eat?"

Yan Zhun finally returned to the real world. He was quite receptive. "No need, I'm not actually hungry. You guys continue. I'll go upstairs first. You guys continue."

Yan Zhun waved his hand and hurried up the stairs, cursing inwardly that Fei Fei hadn't sent him a single text message.

They're quick to send messages when you want something for a late-night snack or something else, one after another.

Hearing the door upstairs slam shut, the two people in the kitchen downstairs exchanged another smile, both knowing exactly what they were laughing at. "President Lan, let's go and retire for the night."

After being interrupted several times, Lan Yunchen lost all interest and helplessly put his arm around Yan Na's shoulder as they went upstairs.

Inside the room.

The strict father was forced by the strict mother to drink milk, but it wasn't regular milk; it was Yakult, which the strict mother had secretly taken from her youngest daughter's room.

The father didn't really like the taste, but he had no choice. The mother wouldn't let him pour hot water, and she wouldn't explain why. He was forced to drink children's stuff late at night.

It tastes sour and not very good.

"Want more? There are three more bottles. This stuff comes in small quantities, so you can drink it all at once." Before Yan's father could finish the bottle he was holding, Yan's mother opened another bottle of Yakult.

The mother handed over the Yakult, which the father reluctantly took. He then handed the empty bottle to his wife, saying it wasn't even as good as their eldest daughter's plum juice. Seeing his wife about to open a third bottle, he quickly stopped her, saying, "Don't open it, I'm not thirsty anymore."

The strict mother put the remaining two bottles away on the bedside table, and said mysteriously and happily, "Guess what I saw downstairs?"

This was precisely what the strict father was curious about. He wouldn't even let him pour hot water, and it didn't seem like he'd seen a ghost. "What did you see?"

I'd be doing him a disservice if I didn't explain why he forced himself to drink those two bottles of Yakult, like he was drinking poison.

As soon as this was mentioned, Yan's mother got excited. She immediately threw off the covers and sat in bed, so excited that she couldn't stop laughing before even saying what had happened. "Hahaha, I saw our Nana and Yunchen being affectionate, hahaha, that's great!"

Strict father: Luckily he didn't go down.

Mother Yan continued, "What do you think of Yunchen as a son-in-law? I like him quite a bit, both in terms of his profession and his manners, and especially his looks. I'm telling you, with Nana and Yunchen's looks, our future grandchildren will definitely be top-notch."

"You're overthinking it. What are you thinking about? The two of them aren't even married yet, and you're already thinking about your grandson." The strict father frowned as he finished the rest of his Yakult in one gulp.

"You don't understand. You're acting like you've traveled through time. What era are we living in now? Why do you have to get married before getting pregnant? There are tons of women who get pregnant before marriage. Look at the capital, there are mistresses everywhere. Our Nana and Yunchen have already agreed to get married, so it's normal for them to have a child first. I'd love a fast one anyway."

My daughter has been driving at a low speed for too long; it's time for her to speed up.

"What are you talking about? You're just too idle." The strict father prepared to lift the covers and go to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

As his mother walked away, she said, "Just tell me whether you like this son-in-law or not."

Yan's father, who had just entered the bathroom, thought about Lan Yunchen for a moment. To be honest, he was quite satisfied. Lan Yunchen was excellent in every aspect, and even his parents were very cultured people. He was indeed a good man.

Unlike his wife, he didn't shower her with praise. Instead, he said indifferently to his wife outside the door, "It's alright."

Upon hearing this, Yan's mother knew that her husband was very satisfied, but he was just being stubborn. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so polite that night; she would have already given him a hard time. "Keep pretending. If you like someone, just say so. What are you pretending for? I didn't see you refuse when you accepted things from Ren Yunchen last night."

The strict mother relentlessly exposed her husband's behavior from outside, but the strict father inside didn't hear clearly because the sound of the running tap masked his mother's nagging.