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

The next morning.

As dawn broke, even without opening the window, you could hear the wind clashing against the tree branches outside, suggesting they were evenly matched.

After two days of torture, Yan Zhun resignedly got out of bed, pressed the edge button on his phone, and the screen showed 5:01. His alarm was set for 5:00.

It should take about a minute from opening my eyes to picking up my phone.

Yan Zhun has come to realize that no matter what, he has to get out of bed. His mother's various ways of waking him up every day are no substitute for him getting up on his own initiative.

Just as Yan Zhun was dressed and ready to leave, his mother, wearing pajamas, pushed open the door right on time. Seeing that her son was already dressed, she couldn't help but praise him, "Oh, your comprehension is quite good, you've made progress. If you had done this earlier, would I have had to keep an eye on you?" Why would I have had to go through all this trouble with you?

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun pursed his lips and remained silent. It wasn't his choice to begin with; today was only the third day of his morning run. "Alright, go back to sleep. If you'd like, I can take you for a run."

After saying that, Yan's mother nimbly stepped out of her son's room, refusing, "No need, your father has something to discuss with me, I'll go now, good luck."

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

The cold wind was still as merciless as ever. Lonely Yan Zhun ran around the neighborhood again and again. After running for 20 minutes, Yan Zhun turned around and looked back, wondering why the woman who ran with him every day was not there today.

Did she reconcile with her boyfriend? She must have come out to vent after her breakup.

Out of sheer boredom, Yan Zhun made wild guesses, coming up with over ten different reasons before finally shaking his head with a mocking laugh. "You're out of your mind. What does this have to do with me? Run or don't run, it's up to you." Anyway, he'll be fine after running for half a month.

Yan Zhun didn't see a second person until he finished running and returned home. He even glanced at the yard before entering the villa.

There was no one in the living room. He had forgotten to turn on the heating when he went out. He looked at the time; it was 5:40. He didn't have any surgeries in the morning, so he decided to take a nap.

After making arrangements, I went upstairs to shower and go to bed.

Around 8:30, in a room of a building in the same community, a woman with her eyes closed was groping around under her pillow, holding her phone in her hand with her eyes closed, raising her fist and tapping her forehead, not particularly awake.

The chairman wouldn't let her go to work today, so she stayed up all night to finish the project plan for today, working overtime until 3:30 a.m. She checked it again and sent it to her secretary around 4 a.m. before going to sleep.

My head is a little swollen and I'm not feeling very comfortable, but I don't want to go back to sleep, so I simply sat up, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked barefoot towards the bathroom, intending to take a shower to wake myself up, then make breakfast, and then go out to buy groceries.

People who are punctual like to plan their day's schedule as soon as they wake up, deciding what to do and when.

I probably can't go for a morning run today. It's too late, and there are already a lot of people in the neighborhood at this time. If I go for a run then, a lot of people will inevitably notice me.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom.

Just as she came out, her phone rang in the living room. It was Dong Qiao calling again. The two bachelors were having breakfast together remotely. The video call connected, and the woman on the other end was wearing red pajamas, sitting in the dining room, holding a sandwich in one hand and a phone in the other, the camera pointed at her. "Just got up? Pretty late today. Didn't you go for a run? Copying me?"

Feng Xiaoni simply smiled in response to the three questions.

Feng Xiaoni placed her phone on the kitchen counter, preparing to prepare something to eat, and replied, "I worked overtime last night, and the chairman asked me to rest today, so I rushed to finish the project proposal last night."

I took a slice of bread out of the refrigerator, put it on the bread machine, cracked an egg into it, added some cheese and ham slices, then put another slice on top, closed it, and waited.

Dong Qiao seized on a key point and teased, "What's going on? The chairman called you personally? It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?"

Feng Xiaoni stopped her, "You're overthinking it, stop fantasizing."

Dong Qiao smiled and said, "Alright, I thought Nana's New Year's wish would come true."

Feng Xiaoni laughed and asked in return, "Isn't today your day to quit running? Why are you up so early? Blind date, date, or looking at handsome guys?"

Dong Qiao doesn't go for a morning run every Saturday, as she considers it a time for herself to sleep in.

Dong Qiao: "What are you thinking about? My mom asked me to come home today. I guess she misses me. I ran into my aunt and uncle at the supermarket a few days ago. They're thinking of going back to Beijing. Did they tell you?"

The uncle and aunt mentioned here are naturally Feng Xiaoni's parents. They probably started to worry about their daughter being alone in the capital again. When she went to work at Blue Town, the whole family moved there, but now they want to come back.

The bread machine beeped, and she stood up, taking the breakfast out of the bread machine and placing it on a colorful plate while pouring water. A pang of sadness welled up in her heart. "That's just how they are. No matter how old I am, they're always worried that I can't take care of myself. I'll call them later. I don't know how long I can stay in the capital. What if that young master of the Yan family suddenly wants to inherit the family business? I'll have to go back to Blue City again. I still prefer the sky in Blue City. I'm used to it. I can't let them keep coming back and forth with me."

Dong Qiao thought that made sense. "That makes sense. I also like that you're in Blue City. I have a shopping companion. I always go shopping with Nana now. But judging from Nana's analysis, it's unlikely that her brother will inherit the throne. When I go shopping with Nana, I hear her urging her brother to go to the company several times. But every time, I hear Nana complaining. I guess he's never been there."

Feng Xiaoni shook her head as she ate her breakfast, unable to understand what the young master was thinking. "Some wealthy families are desperate to inherit the family business, but the Yan family doesn't seem to want to. Feifei is the same; she just wants to slack off every day. The chairman must be worried sick. If this is really the case, we'll probably have to hire a professional manager in the future."

She couldn't stay in the capital forever. She had agreed with Lan Yunchen for three years, after which she would return to the Lan Group. If the young master of the Yan family still refused to inherit the family business after three years, and Yan Feifei was also unable to take over, they might have to hire someone else.

She will do her best within the scope of the contract, but once the deadline is over, it's no longer her concern; President Lan will take care of the rest.

After chatting for the time it takes to eat breakfast, Feng Xiaoni called her parents after hanging up with Dong Qiao. Her parents are now retired, but neither of them wants to be a burden on their daughter, so they personally went to Lan Yunchen to ask to continue working instead of retiring.

Lan Yunchen saw that both of them were long-time employees who had always been diligent and honest, and considering their relationship with Feng Xiaoni, he agreed to assign one to the gatekeeper position and the other to the cafeteria. Feng Xiaoni's mother's job was simply to supervise the kitchen's hygiene; she didn't need to do anything else.

The couple's jobs are both very easy, which can be seen as Lan Yunchen's way of taking care of his long-term employees.

Feng Xiaoni persuaded her parents for a while before they were convinced and put their minds at ease. She also told them about the house and car that Lan Yunchen had prepared for her. The two elders were only relieved after seeing the photos sent by their daughter.

After finishing breakfast, Feng Xiaoni took a down jacket from the closet, put it on, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and put on flat shoes. She always wears flat shoes when she's not working.

I'm getting ready to drive to the supermarket to buy groceries for lunch and dinner; I'm planning to stay home today.

Come downstairs.

She started the car and waited for it to warm up before pressing the accelerator. As she drove out of the yard, she noticed the black car that had rudely overtaken her yesterday was in front of her, and it was going very fast. The license plate was all too familiar.

Feng Xiaoni stared at the car's taillights as it drove away until it disappeared from sight, then murmured softly, "What a coincidence? This patient also lives in this neighborhood."

I've seen it several times in a row.

At an intersection, the two parted ways, turning their steering wheels in different directions. One turned left and the other turned right; one went to the supermarket, and the other went to the hospital.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhun arrived at the hospital and parked the car.

Pushing open the door to the consultation room, Yan Zhun found Xiang Ke already there. He took off his coat, and seeing that the air conditioning was on, immediately changed into a white coat. "What are you doing here instead of in your own consultation room so early in the morning?"

Xiang Ke said playfully, "It feels like three autumns have passed since I last saw you, I've missed you." Meeting Yan Zhun's gaze, Xiang Ke smiled, "I didn't mean to fall in love with you, I'm straightforward, I just want to ask you something."

Xiang Ke affectionately put his arm around Yan Zhun's shoulder.

Yan Zhun slapped him away, then patted his own shoulder in disgust, "Get to the point, don't touch your hands."

Xiang Ke wasn't angry when he was slapped away. He turned around and plopped down on the corner of the table. Yan Zhun then hit him several times with a folder, saying, "Get on the stool."

"Okay, okay."

Seeing Xiang Ke sit down comfortably on the stool, Yan Zhun's positioning system was very accurate. "Don't bother asking about our Yan Group employees. Turn your head and stop messing with our Yan Group employees. Have some decency."

Xiang Ke: "............" He hasn't even said anything yet, and he can't even make a joke.

That's a pretty accurate guess; no wonder his name is Yan Zhun (meaning "sharp and accurate").

"Is it really necessary? Can't I even joke around? Look at how protective you are of your Yan Group's employees, like a mother hen." Xiang Ke sat casually in his chair, noticing Yan Zhun's serious expression. "Do you mean I should ask about your girlfriend?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun looked up at Xiang Ke with an idiotic expression. If he had a girlfriend, would he be going for a morning run? "I have a patient coming up later. Go do what you need to do and stop polluting my eyes. Didn't you say you were quite compatible with that model or actress you mentioned a while ago?"

Xiang Ke propped himself up on the chair with one hand, resting his cheek on his hand. "On the verge of breaking up, I'm still preparing my lines?"

Yan Zhun said without any surprise, "So fast? Take your time preparing. You've been dating this guy for quite a while now, didn't you say you were going to get married? Why did you break up again?"

"Sigh." Xiang Ke sighed, "I was originally thinking of getting married, but they want a villa. I'm just a doctor, and my parents aren't miners. Where are we going to get a villa? In this big city, having an apartment is already pretty good, right, young master?"

Yan Zhun tossed a folder over, "Stop being sarcastic. Didn't you say you didn't care about your money, only your looks and career, when we were together? Have you changed your mind, or have you gotten uglier?"

"How would I know? Maybe he's met someone more handsome than me. He's been clinging to me every day, trying to get me to buy him a villa."

When Xiang Ke brought his girlfriend to meet Yan Zhun, Yan Zhun immediately felt that the relationship wouldn't last. He just didn't expect it to last almost half a year. He guessed that this guy was willing to spend money and was generous. If he were even a little stingy, he would have seen through him long ago. Instead of dealing with these trivial matters, he should be thinking about surgery and case studies.

Yan Zhun suggested, "You could give her a good idea on how to buy a villa."

"What? Tell me about it." Xiang Ke didn't really want the information on Yan's employees; he was just bored and looking for some fun. Recently, his girlfriend's insistence on buying him a villa had given him a huge headache.

Yan Zhun didn't think it was a joke at all, nor did he think he was playing a trick on anyone. He was writing something with his head down, "Dreaming."

After listening, Xiang Ke laughed heartily, but there was still worry beneath the smile. He sighed and sat in Yan Zhun's office, rambling on about how much he had spent on this girlfriend and how his savings were all gone.

Yan Zhun: "Stop, I don't have any money to lend you. I donated my entire salary from last month."

Xiang Ke knew that Yan Zhun had a habit of donating a third of his salary to charity. "Look how scared you are. Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Yan Zhun: "Yes."

Xiang Ke: We can't talk anymore today, we've died.

No wonder someone like him has no chance of getting a girlfriend.