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

Just as Yan's mother finished talking with her son and was about to continue watching TV, her son-in-law sent her a message, which she checked on her phone.

After watching the whole thing, he had a big smile on his face, a smile that seemed to have a sinister purpose.

Yan's mother had 100% satisfaction and 100% trust in Lan Yunchen. After all, anyone who could win over her daughter must be extraordinary, especially since he did it so quickly.

Even as Yan Zhun looked down at his phone, he could feel a burning gaze scorching him. He cautiously raised his eyes and met his mother's meaningful gaze, a smile still lingering on her lips. He had a bad feeling. "Mom, just say what you want to say. Don't stare at me like that."

I easily feel uneasy and anxious, and I always feel like I'm about to die.

Upon hearing this, Yan's mother stopped smiling, stood up straight, and quietly put her phone into the pocket of her down jacket. "You're getting older now. Start running around the neighborhood tomorrow. Your sister used to pay a lot of attention to exercise. She's worried about you getting unhealthy, so she wants you to start running around the neighborhood tomorrow."

Yan Zhun refused without hesitation, saying, "I'm very healthy. I just had a check-up, and I don't have any sub-health conditions."

Besides, what kind of weather is it now? It's winter, and the temperature is below zero every morning. Let alone living a long life, I certainly don't want to die young.

It's better to die naturally than to freeze to death.

"Prevention is better than cure. Exercise is always good. You're right to listen to your sister. Would your sister ever harm you? If you feel bored, ask Feifei or your dad to keep you company."

The strict mother arranged for herself to be excluded from the selection process.

"Okay, I'm going to the hospital." After saying that, Yan Zhun walked out quickly as if something was chasing him. He had made a mistake; he should have eaten faster and left immediately.

What is your sister thinking? Making him go for a run in this freezing weather? She never made him run with her before she got married. Now that she's married to Lancheng, she's remotely directing him to run?

Did you become mentally impaired after giving birth?

Yan Zhun really couldn't figure out what strange things his family had been up to lately, but he didn't plan to dwell on it. He figured it would be better to spend more time studying the medical records than thinking about these things.

The next morning at 5 a.m., a veil of darkness still covered the sky, obscuring the white that had been revealed.

The alarm clock by the bedside rang. An arm stretched out from under the covers, groping for the sound. After searching for a while, the mother couldn't find the phone. She opened one eye, keeping the other closed because the light was too bright.

The stern father sleeping beside her was woken up by his wife's vigorous movements. In addition, in the cold winter, even the slightest movement would send a gust of cold wind into the bed, making one's hair stand on end.

Neither the couple liked to sleep with the air conditioner on, so the air conditioner in the room was basically just for show.

The stern father frowned, opened his eyes a crack, and asked, "Why did you set the alarm clock so loudly? And you didn't even make breakfast."

After adjusting to the light, Yan's mother opened her eyes again, turned off the alarm, grabbed her pajamas from the blanket, and put them on. This made Yan's father even more puzzled. He sat up slightly and called out, "Where are you going?"

"What time is it?" The stern father propped himself up on the bed with his elbow, picked up his phone from the bedside table, glanced at it, and said, "5:3. Why are you up so early?"

While putting on her slippers, Yan's mother turned to Yan's father and said, "Go to sleep, I'll go arrange the marriage."

The strict father couldn't understand his wife's words. It was still early morning and he was in a daze. In addition, his wife's words were incoherent. Just as he was about to speak, his wife had already left the room like a gust of wind, leaving only silence behind.

With his mind in a daze, the strict father couldn't care less and went back to sleep.

The next room.

Yan Zhun was still sleeping in bed. He got home at 11:30 last night, and by the time he took a shower it was past midnight. He thought about the surgery he had that day, and by the time he finally fell asleep it was almost 1 a.m.

Yan Zhun doesn't have the habit of locking his door when he sleeps because his mother and the others never enter his room. The reason is simple: in Yan Feifei's words, even a dog wouldn't bother going into his brother's room.

Aside from the bed and clothes, there were no medical books.

"Zhun, Zhun, little Zhun, wake up! Hurry up, don't sleep anymore, the year's plan starts in the morning..."

In his drowsy state, Yan Zhun felt someone calling him. He didn't have surgery that morning and planned to sleep a little longer before going to the hospital. Hearing this, he covered his head with the blanket, finding it a bit noisy, leaving only his dark hair exposed. A muffled voice came from under the covers, "Sleep, don't talk."

Yan's mother stood by Yan Zhun's bed in her pajamas, her hair disheveled. She had gotten out of bed and come to her son's room as soon as she opened her eyes, without having any extra time to tidy up. She stood with her hands on her hips.

I couldn't lift the blanket, afraid my son wasn't wearing pajama bottoms. He used to sleep naked when he was little, so I had to respect that boundary. I could only gently pat his head and say, "Quick, hurry up, we're running out of time."

Yan Zhun, lying under the covers, frowned. "It's so noisy!" he said impatiently. "Hey, stop making noise. I'm trying to sleep."

The mother simply sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly, determined not to wake her son. "What are you sleeping for? Don't you know you're going for a morning run? Hurry up, if you don't get up soon, you might as well take over the company. You won't need to go to the hospital today."

He snapped his eyes open, a hint of red still in them. He was so sleepy he was questioning his existence. He stared blankly at his mother, his face full of helplessness. "Mom, does it have to be so serious about just running? If you don't run today, there's always tomorrow. There are no restrictions on running."

Mother Yan nodded seriously, her emotions unreadable. She slowly and methodically tidied her French curls. "Alright, I'll tell your father that we'll go to work together today. You can continue sleeping; you can probably sleep for another hour or so. Your father usually leaves around 7 a.m. Go to sleep. I'm leaving now."

Knowing his mother's temperament, Yan Zhun sat up helplessly. The blanket slipped off his chest, exposing his tanned skin to the air; he wasn't wearing pajamas.

At this moment, Yan Zhun felt like dying. Never before had he wished he were a woman so much. He pinched his brow and said, "Fine, I'll get up now." He was truly exasperated.

Seeing her son sit up, the strict mother smiled and said, "You little rascal, you're not going to be left out."

Ten minutes later, Yan Zhun, having finished washing up, was about to go for a run in his pajamas when his mother pulled him back into the room and demanded that he change his clothes.

Yan Zhun was puzzled, but he still went back to change his clothes. Afraid that it was too cold outside, Yan Zhun put on a long coat and a scarf.

Seeing her son dressed smartly, Yan's mother watched him leave with satisfaction, then went back to her room for a nap.

A gust of cold wind entered the bed, startling Yan's father awake again as he had just fallen asleep. Today, not only was Yan Zhun going crazy, but Yan's father was going crazy too. He suspected his wife was deliberately trying to keep him from sleeping. He opened his eyes, raised his hand, placed the back of his hand on his forehead, and said with his eyes still closed, "What are you doing, going in and out like that?"

Mother Yan had already taken off her pajamas and crawled into bed. It was indeed too cold outside. How could it be so cold? The bed was much warmer. "If you want to sleep, then sleep. If you don't want to sleep, then get up and go for a run with Xiao Zhun."

Running, running outdoors in sub-zero temperatures?

The strict father woke up with a start and nudged his wife, who was about to go back to sleep: "Why is Xiao Zhun going for a run in the middle of winter? Aren't you cold?"

The strict mother spoke with her eyes closed, wanting to fall asleep quickly. She was too lazy to talk much, and her hands were cold from being outside. "What does exercise depend on the weather? Go to sleep."

Strict father: ".............." Has my son gone mad?

According to the Beijing Meteorological Observatory and the app, the outdoor temperature is -2 degrees Celsius.

A gust of cold wind mercilessly slapped Yan Zhun's face, like a blade cutting across it. He stood shivering at the villa's entrance, looking pitiful, like a homeless child, unable to enter his own home and left to suffer in the cold wind.

Yan Zhun stood at the door, pulling his clothes tighter around himself. He wasn't wearing cotton-padded trousers, and his legs were so cold they felt paralyzed, his limbs numb.

The only sound in the quiet neighborhood was the whistling of the wind whipping through the branches. I thought to myself, "No wonder no idiot would come for a morning run like him in this awful weather."

This weather is no place for a morning run; it's more like someone's tired of living and wants to torture themselves.

Standing still was even colder. Yan Zhun took a few seconds to mentally prepare himself before starting to warm up. He rubbed his hands together as if they had been taken out of the freezer, and his breath formed a thin mist in front of his eyes, covering his constipated face.

"One two one, one two one, one two one............" Yan Zhun encouraged himself and started jogging around the neighborhood. The only sound in the quiet neighborhood was Yan Zhun's voice.

The sound is not loud and very quiet. If he increases the volume, the police might call to report him disturbing the peace.

He just wanted to go for a run to fulfill his mother's task; he didn't want to become the heir to the company, nor did he want to be summoned to the police station for questioning.

He ran while breathing rhythmically, feeling that the oxygen he inhaled was cold, and his lips trembled. He even wondered if his own mother wanted to kill him. His feet were moving, and his mind was also working, trying to figure out why his mother was doing this.

"There are actually people running like me, that's rare. After being here for so many days, this is the first time I've seen a living person in winter. Yeah."

Yan Zhun heard someone talking behind him and thought they were talking to him, so he slowed down and turned around. The girl had already quickly brushed past him, and he couldn't see her face.

Yan Zhun snapped out of his daze as he watched the girl's retreating figure.

It turned out she wasn't talking to him, but on the phone. Yan Zhun continued running behind her. The woman in front of him was running very fast, and Yan Zhun couldn't keep up. He rarely exercised.

"This is really bizarre. It's unbelievable that someone else is like him in this awful weather," Yan Zhun thought to himself.

The woman wore white Bluetooth earphones, a white down jacket over a black sweater, ordinary jeans, and black sneakers.

Her short hair was parted to the side, with one side of her bangs covering the delicate tail of her eyebrows.

The woman ran ahead without looking back, her lips still moving, as if she were on the phone with someone. The person on the other end said, "I checked the weather forecast, it's below zero where you are today. Can't you take a day off?"

The woman smiled without panting, her face unadorned. "We agreed to run together across the city. You run in Blue City, and I run in the capital. I keep my word. When have I ever gone back on my word? I can't stay in bed just because it's too cold here. I still have to go to work."

The person on the other end laughed, though a little breathless. "If President Lan knew how dedicated you are, he'd probably give you a bonus this year."

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled and said, "I'll have to ask Sister Qiao to put in a good word for me."

The woman opposite her knew she was joking. "Even if I don't say nice things, our CEO Lan has sharp eyes."

The person opposite continued, "You've run several laps already, that's about it. It's quite cold today, and if you get sick, I won't be able to take care of you since you're so far away."

The woman said, "After running this lap and getting home, I can have breakfast and then go to work."

A laugh came from the other end of the phone. "You're the first one to arrive in the whole company. I'm going to finish up now. I'm going to take a shower and get all dolled up. Maybe I'll run into some handsome guy who'll be flirting with me."

Woman: "I just met one. He looked quite handsome from behind, but I didn't see his face. He was running too fast."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately perked up, "Little girl, have you become a Buddha in the capital? Don't you even turn around and look around?"

Woman: "Am I that desperate? Besides, I'm not a doctor."

The person opposite said, "You really do have a unique fascination with doctors."

After hanging up the phone, the woman didn't take off her earphones but continued running in circles, seemingly not feeling cold at all, and even feeling quite refreshed.