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

The Yan family.

Yan's mother had just gotten up. She had gotten up too early in the morning and overslept. She was getting quite tired if she kept going through this.

The sub-zero temperature was no joke; it kept her from going out all day.

It might snow in a few days; the weather is getting colder and colder.

With a ding, her phone received a message. Yan's mother stopped eating her snack, picked up her phone to check. Since Yan Na got married, Yan Feifei went to work with Yan's father, and Yan Zhun went to the hospital. The huge house was now left with only Yan's mother.

It's quite lonely every day, a world apart from the atmosphere at the Han family's home. No wonder Han Yu is so smug about going overseas.

After glancing at her phone, the strict mother nodded and smiled, replying: "Mom understands, I promise to keep a close eye on things."

The next day, as usual, it was 5 a.m.

Strict mother set her alarm and got up early to stand by her son's bedside. Today she changed her method of waking him up, as yesterday was too difficult.

The main idea was to "cater to his preferences." Yan's mother turned on her phone, turned the volume up to the maximum, and played music. Instantly, the sound of a reveille rang out in Yan Zhun's room. The next second, Yan Zhun, who had been sleeping soundly, sat up abruptly and quickly searched for his clothes.

The moment she picked up the clothes, she noticed her mother smiling at her from the bedside. She threw the clothes back onto the bed, rubbing her hair in frustration. "Mom, please, just leave me alone. Can you go back to sleep?"

He clasped his hands together and pleaded.

At that moment, Yan Zhun felt like dying.

He developed a psychological trauma from the reveille during his university military training. His instructor would always unexpectedly sound the reveille at night, over and over again. He still remembers it vividly to this day.

Adhering to the principle of being worthy of the ancestors of the Yan family, Mother Yan said, "Do you think I like to run to your room and call you in this freezing weather? If you were even a little bit more self-aware and got up on your own, I wouldn't bother coming to your room. Look at your room, there's not a trace of human presence."

Yan Zhun really wanted to tell his mother that he wasn't human, but he was afraid of being scolded, so he decided against it.

"Can I switch to winter swimming? Can I exercise at the swimming pool, or go to Ji Hancheng's gym?" The temperature outside is 2 degrees lower than yesterday.

I shudder just thinking about it.

Thinking about yesterday's temperature and then about today's temperature, Yan's mother suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. But once the sword was drawn, there was no reason to suddenly sheath it. Blood had to be drawn eventually. "Let's run away for half a month first."

Yan Zhun: She's such a loving mother! Half a month later, the temperature just started to warm up.

Ten minutes later, given that the temperature was even lower than yesterday, Yan Zhun put on her thermal underwear, a gray striped sweater, and a black down jacket. Before leaving, she felt that she was still not warm enough, so she also put on a houndstooth scarf.

The outdoor temperature was still relentless, blowing through any gap in the air. Yan Zhun's teeth chattered non-stop. To avoid freezing to death, Yan Zhun decided to start running.

He started jogging, and the cold wind blowing into his nostrils made him wonder if his nose had frozen off. He took out a blue medical bag from his pocket and put it on, which finally made him feel a little better.

Running slowly.

About five minutes later, another girl ran past him. It was the same girl from yesterday. Yan Zhun stared at her back for a while, wondering how much she loved her ex-boyfriend that she would come out to vent her feelings on such a cold day.

What Yan Zhun didn't know was that she didn't just like running in winter; she had a habit of running outdoors every day, unless it was pouring rain.

Yan Zhun, lacking exercise, quickly distanced himself from the woman again. However, he had no intention of chasing after her to check on her. He continued running at a snail's pace, and as his body warmed up with the running, he slightly increased his speed.

The cold wind rustled the branches, and some of the newly grown twigs looked as if they were about to break. The wind felt like a sharp knife slicing past my ears.

The woman jogged, her breathing steady and controlled, making the run feel effortless. She still wore a white Bluetooth earphone, and perhaps because of the low temperature, she also wore a houndstooth scarf. She pursed her lips and listened to the sounds coming from the earphone.

She answered after a moment, without stopping her steps, "Um, I'll go to the company later."

The person on the other end of the phone laughed, "If Nana hadn't called you personally, you probably wouldn't have been planning to go."

She agreed with that point; indeed, she was just worried about the hassle, about being scrutinized for every single checkup. "I'm perfectly healthy; they're just worrying unnecessarily."

"That's because I was worried about leaving you alone in the capital."

"What's there to worry about? I'm a grown man, and besides, I'm a native of the capital." It's just that my whole family moved to Blue City.

That's because her parents were worried about her, loved her, and wanted to go with her to take care of her.

Suddenly the topic changed, "By the way, I saw another runner this morning who was even more dedicated than me."

The person on the other end became interested. "Hmm? What does that mean? There's a new runner-up. Are they going to abandon me?"

"What are you thinking? I saw a guy with a cold exercising when I was running. He's probably an outdoor morning run enthusiast."

The woman recalled the blue mask she had just glimpsed and said with certainty.

But the person on the other end didn't think so. "You must be mistaken. The temperature dropped by 2 degrees Celsius where you are today. Maybe they're just afraid of breathing in the cold air?"

The rebuttal was: "That's unrealistic. How could someone afraid of inhaling cold air wear a medical mask? It's so thin, what kind of cold air can it block? It can block viruses, though."

To protect against the cold air, you should definitely wear a warm mask; who wears a medical mask?

The person on the other end of the phone speculated again, "What if it was a doctor? Maybe he just pulled it out of his pocket."

Given that Feng Xiaoni had caught a severe cold while jogging in sub-zero weather at Blue City, the doctor, after inquiring about the cause, advised her not to jog in sub-zero weather in the future, and gave a long list of reasons.

Therefore, Feng Xiaoni believes that a doctor would not choose to go for a morning run wearing a medical mask in sub-zero weather.

No, "Big sister, stop your speculation. Have you forgotten what the doctor said when you accompanied me to the hospital?"

The person on the other end clearly remembered as well, and chuckled. Seeing that she had, Feng Xiaoni asked, "Do you still think that person is a doctor?"

"That's true, I doubt you can find many lunatics like us."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaoni smiled.

After finishing her run, Feng Xiaoni went home, took a hot shower, changed her clothes, and went to the villa's yard. She opened the car that Lan Yunchen had provided for her—a sky-blue Mustang.

I opened the car door, got in, bent down to take the flat shoes from the passenger seat, changed out of my high-heeled pointed ankle boots and put them on the passenger seat, turned on the navigation, entered the destination, started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the yard.

He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and turned on the car's air conditioning and heater.

I turned on the music again and chose a song called "Fireworks and Stars"...

This is a gathering point for people who work nine-to-five to go to the company, and the road is very congested. However, Feng Xiaoni is in a relatively stable mood. She is calm and composed in the face of everything. Listening to music and watching the long line, she feels a rare sense of ease.

A black Mercedes-Benz three cars away wasn't in such a good mood. It kept honking its horn, but didn't move for a while. It then glanced at the display screen inside the car.

He opened the car window, and a blast of cold air rushed into the car. He shivered, leaned out the window with one hand, and looked around. He cursed under his breath, but out of politeness, he didn't say it aloud; he just cursed in his heart.

Just then, the phone in the control room rang. It was a nurse at the front desk calling. He swiped to answer and said directly, "I can't estimate the time today."

He took a shower as quickly as possible, but little did he know the traffic would be this bad today.

This is truly bizarre.

After saying that, he hung up the phone, keeping a close eye on the traffic ahead, ready to cut in line. As the line began to move, Yan Zhuan slowly began to move the steering wheel, tilting the front of the car slightly. The car behind him dared not move, afraid of hitting it.

He successfully cut in line with another car, and then did the same thing again.

At the traffic light, inside the blue Mustang, Feng Xiaoni's phone rang; it was Secretary Chen calling.

Feng Xiaoni stretched out her slender fingers. Her skin was very fair, even her hands, as white as if she had applied a BB cream. She pressed the answer button on the car's display screen and connected to the Bluetooth headset. "Speak."

Secretary Chen: "The meeting is at 10 a.m...."

Before the secretary could finish speaking, Feng Xiaoni replied, "I'll be back." She glanced at the time; it was still early, she would make it in time.

Secretary Chen: "Okay, Mr. Feng, I'll go prepare now."

Feng Xiaoni: "Mm."

The light turned green, and she reached out to hang up the phone. Suddenly, a black car in front of her cut in line and sped right in front of her. Luckily, she was calm; otherwise, someone with road rage would probably have started arguing, or at least yelling at the black car in front of her.

Feng Xiaoni glanced at the license plate of the black car in front of her and felt that the driver was not safe and was impolite.

The black car in front was like a rat, weaving around everywhere, leaving Feng Xiaoni speechless.

It was an hour later when we arrived at Yan's Hospital.

What should have been a 30-minute journey took almost an hour. When Feng Xiaoni parked her car and got out, she noticed that the car parked next to her looked very familiar.

She changed into a down jacket that reached her ankles; she couldn't stand the weather without one, and she was also wearing dress pants and a shirt underneath.

He picked up the brown bucket bag, slung it over his shoulder, and put his hands in his pockets.

As I walked towards the entrance of Yan's Hospital, I paused for a moment when I passed a black car and realized it was the same rude person who had overtaken me.

What a coincidence! So you're here to see a doctor. No wonder you're in such a hurry, Feng Xiaoni thought to herself.

Without giving it much thought, I walked straight toward the outpatient building.

Upon arriving in the lobby, I opened my bag and realized I hadn't brought the medical examination form issued by the company. I was about to leave, but then I thought that since I was already there, I didn't want to make the trip again.