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

It's almost time to leave work.

Yan Feifei had already changed her clothes and arrived at Feng Xiaoni's office door. She knocked a few times until the leader inside said she was allowed to enter before she pushed the door open.

He was taught to be very well-behaved by Feng Xiaoni.

"Doesn't Mr. Feng go home after get off work?"

Feng Xiaoni didn't even look up, she was intently reading the documents, then lowered her head and wrote something in the spreadsheet. "Okay, you can go home now that you've finished today's tasks."

Almost everyone in the company who had finished their work had already left, but Feng Xiaoni was always the last one to leave.

It's quite bizarre that Yan Feifei, who has been with the Yan Group for so long, has never encountered Feng Xiaoni during work hours, let alone after get off work.

Yan Feifei, who always believes that it's foolish not to be proactive about leaving get off work, avoids overtime whenever possible, which is the opposite of Yan Zhun's approach.

For Yan Zhun, nothing else is as practical as performing surgeries and studying cases; everything else is basically a waste of time and unnecessary.

Once upon a time, Yan Zhun said these words to Yan Feifei, and Yan Feifei retorted: "Brother, don't you think eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping are a waste of time? Why don't you study how people can live without eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping? If you succeed, you will create an unprecedented and unparalleled achievement in the field of medicine. Keep it up, I believe in you."

Yan Zhun retorted at the time: "What I want to achieve now is to figure out how to change your brain."

Yan Feifei glanced at Feng Xiaoni, who was working with her head down, and said, "Then I'll be going now. Goodbye, Ms. Feng."

"Hmm." Just as Yan Feifei placed one hand on the glass door, Feng Xiaoni's voice came from behind her, "Oh, by the way, we've hired three salespeople. You'll be in charge of training them."

Upon hearing this, Yan Feifei whirled around, pointed her index finger at her face, thinking she had misheard, "Me?"

Hearing her shout, Feng Xiaoni looked up to meet her gaze and asked, "Was it me?"

Realizing that the person in front of her, who was also her sister's person sent to deal with her, was not joking, she quickly changed her tone, "I, it must be me, it has to be me, you arranged it very well."

Feng Xiaoni suppressed a laugh, her face remaining calm. "Go out."

"Alright, goodbye, Mr. Feng, you've worked hard." Yan Feifei fawned over him and closed the door.

As I stepped outside, I bumped into Secretary Chen, who was coming in. She greeted me warmly, "Hi, Secretary Chen, why aren't you off work yet? Are you working overtime too?"

Secretary Chen, dressed in a black suit, smiled slightly. "Well, I'll tell President Feng about Yan Xiao..."

Before the word "sister" could be uttered, Yan Feifei, with her carefree manner, interrupted, "Just call me Feifei. Why do you keep calling me 'Miss'? It makes me feel like I'm at Tissot Station."

Secretary Chen: "............."

Yan Feifei glanced around, covered one side of her face with one hand, and quietly asked in a low voice, "Secretary Chen, where exactly does our CEO Feng live?"

Secretary Chen answered with utmost seriousness, "I really don't know, I've never been to Mr. Feng's house."

Yan Feifei didn't believe this. "You're talking nonsense. I'm not telling anyone. Why are you making it sound like a spy in a spy movie?"

As for such secrecy, even if an imperial envoy were to reveal his residence, it wouldn't lead to murder.

Seeing that Secretary Chen was tight-lipped and she couldn't get any information out of him, Yan Feifei decided not to waste any more time. "Bye-bye, good luck, and get off work early."

Secretary Chen nodded and said calmly, "Goodbye."

After getting downstairs and into the car, Yan Feifei opened the door and sat down. She glanced at a gift box in the back seat, raised her hand and tapped her head. "Damn it, I forgot about the gift for Xixi. What a terrible memory!"

After saying that, she took out her shiny, self-made phone from her bag, found Lan Yunxi's business card holder, started the car with one hand, and sent a voice message with the other, "Xi Xi, calling Xi Xi, are you there?"

After sending the message, the car was already moving normally. Yan Feifei held the steering wheel with one hand, and the car was slowly moving forward. She held her phone in the other hand, and it dinged.

She tapped the screen with her thumb and found that Xixi had also replied with a voice message. Her soft, sweet voice echoed in the carriage, "I'm here. You just got off work at this hour, right? Is it convenient for you to listen to this voice message?"

It's so convenient.

Yan Feifei once thought that Han Yue had struck gold. His voice was so soft it could make your ears pregnant. "I bought some little gifts for the little ones when I went on a business trip a few days ago, but I forgot to give them to you. I only brought two with me this time because I didn't have time. You can't tell them, okay? I'll make it up to them next time I go on a business trip."

Ever since Yan Feifei became a frequent flyer, she has been bringing back souvenirs for the children from time to time. A few days ago, she was on a business trip and couldn't go shopping because of limited time, so she bought two items suitable for Xixi's children.

Lan Yunxi smiled and said, "Okay, shall I come and get it?"

Yan Feifei held the phone horizontally, her lips pressed against the microphone at the bottom, and said, "No need, I'll bring it to you. Will you be home tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes, come here."

Yan Feifei looked ahead: "Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow afternoon. I want to get my beauty sleep in the morning."

Lan Yunxi was puzzled, "Isn't beauty sleep at night?"

"Among the sisters, all sleep is called beauty sleep."

"Okay, you're right. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

"OK, OK, I'm going home to eat now."

Lan Yunxi posted a cute "Be careful" emoji, and also a "Thank you, beautiful lady" emoji.

After reading the message, Yan Feifei put her phone in the control panel and muttered to herself, "If I were a guy, I could also fall for such a cute girl. No wonder Han Yue treats Xi Xi like a little princess."

Traffic was a bit congested during rush hour, and it took Yan Feifei 50 minutes to get to her home. She turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her phone and bag, opened the door, and got out of the car—the whole process took less than 30 seconds.

Pushing open the villa's door, she casually tossed her high heels aside, took out her slippers, stepped inside, and headed straight for the dining room.

As she passed through the living room, she tossed her bag onto the sofa. Her parents and brother were already enjoying their meal in the dining room. She hurried to the sink to wash her hands, squeezing out some hand soap, and muttered, "Didn't they wait for me? Am I even their biological child? I work so hard."

Strict Mother: "Haven't you been paid yet? Your current salary is double what you earned as a receptionist at the Ji Group. What do you want, a raise?"

After washing her hands, Yan Feifei shook them, grabbed a tissue to wipe them, and grinned. "Who doesn't want more money? I have no objection if Dad agrees. The more the merrier."

Yan Zhun simply ate his meal quietly, keeping his presence as inconspicuous as possible, head bowed, adhering to the principle of never provoking his own mother.

After her daughter finished speaking, and seeing that she had already picked up her bowl to eat, Yan's mother asked Yan's father, who was eating silently beside her, "Chairman Yan, do you approve the suggestions your employees made?"

At home, the strict father was just a figurehead chairman, practically the same as the owner. Hearing what his wife said, he paused with his chopsticks in his hand, then picked up some vegetables and put them in his bowl, stirred the rice, and prepared to eat the rice and vegetables together. "You can make the decisions about the finances."

Yan Zhun: I should learn from that; it was a brilliant answer.

The mother was quite satisfied with her husband's answer, but she was also modest, holding a white porcelain bowl in her hand, "Since your father has given me the power, then let me tell you clearly, it depends on your performance."

The strict father thought to himself: Did he really delegate authority like this? If he hadn't said that, he would have gone for a morning run with his son tomorrow.

"Am I not performing well? Chairman Yan, am I not performing well at the company? I'm doing great! If you don't believe me, have Dad ask General Manager Feng. I'm doing very well. General Manager Feng even gave me a huge task. Starting tomorrow, I'll be in charge of three intern salespeople. So, I'm practically a junior manager now."

The strict mother exposed: "It was self-proclaimed."

"Mom, do you even know how to talk to people? I earned my boss's trust through my own abilities. With my skills, I can easily mentor a few fresh graduates."

Yan Feifei patted her chest, full of confidence.

Yan Zhun's eyelids lifted slightly as he glanced sideways at his sister. Yan Feifei caught him doing this. "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you decide to go for a morning run? The maid said you've been doing it for two days already. Do you have osteoporosis or rheumatism?"

If he could, Yan Zhun would like to slam the bowl in his hand over his sister's head. He's already stopped talking, so it seems he won't be able to eat at home tomorrow. He'll have to team up with Xiang Ke instead.

The strict father didn't actually know why his wife wanted their son to run in the winter. He listened intently, his hands busy shoveling rice into his mouth, pretending to be indifferent.

"Training." Yan Zhun said indifferently, unaware of the reason, too lazy to talk to his clueless sister any longer.

"Are you crazy? You want to work out in sub-zero temperatures? Why don't you go to Ji Hancheng's gym? It's warm and free. Can't you even get something for free?" You're idiot.

With a ready-made training space available and free of charge, Yan Feifei had an urge to get her brother a neurologist's appointment and ask him what was going on.

Upon hearing this, the mother choked on her rice. This was indeed a bizarre idea, but since some people liked to run outdoors, she had to let her son exercise first. She scolded her talkative daughter, "You talk too much! What's wrong with your brother wanting to exercise? If you don't like it, you can go with your brother tomorrow."

The strict mother just wanted her daughter to shut up; she knew perfectly well that her daughter wouldn't get up for a morning run.

Sure enough, the next second Yan Feifei immediately raised her hands in the air as if surrendering, "I was wrong, the training is good, brother, keep it up, I support you in spirit, but I'll pass on the action, my ability is limited." She made an ancient gesture of taking care.

I'm afraid the whole neighborhood will think I'm crazy.

Yan Zhun: "............."

The strict father ate quietly, feeling depressed. For two days in a row, he had been woken up by his wife, and then his wife would go back to sleep after their son left. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for two days, and waking up naturally was a luxury.

Old Han had previously said that his son, Xiao Yue, longed to wake up naturally, but now he doesn't need to anymore and can sleep through the night. The strict father now feels that he was just hoping for that, and doesn't know how many more days his son will have to run around.

Strict mother is very tight-lipped; she will never reveal anything she has set a trap for, and you can't get any information out of her.

After dinner, the strict father called Feng Xiaoni and gave her an order: she must stay home and rest the next day.

Given that the girl was sent by his son-in-law, and considering that he saw her carrying a bag of medicine when he entered the elevator that morning, he wasn't a greedy businessman who exploited his employees.

When Feng Xiaoni first received the chairman's call, she refused outright, saying that she was fine, until her father spoke seriously and she finally agreed.