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

Feng Xiaoni's house is still inside; you need to pass by Yan Feifei's villa.

If you come in from the west gate, you don't need to go through this gate, but Feng Xiaoni is used to coming in through this gate. When Secretary Chen brought her in on the first day, they also went through the south gate.

Following the direction Yan Feifei pointed, Feng Xiaoni glanced at the scene and was struck by a coincidence that even she couldn't believe.

A black car was parked in the villa's yard, and the license plate of this car was the one that left the deepest impression on her recently. It was the car that had rudely overtaken her, the car of the patient she had met at the hospital.

Connecting the coincidences of the past few days like beads on a string, I suddenly understood.

So he's not a patient, but the eldest son of the Yan family, the man jogging next to him.

That makes sense. It's perfectly normal for the eldest son of the Yan family to work at Yan's Hospital and park his car in the hospital's parking lot.

Looking at the familiar license plate, Feng Xiaoni was momentarily stunned, smiled inwardly, but kept her emotions hidden on her face, afraid that Yan Feifei would ask too many questions.

Feng Xiaoni nodded, "Okay, I'm off."

Seeing that her boss had already taken a few steps forward, Yan Feifei called out to his back, "President Feng, come over to my house sometime! If you need me, I can come to your place too."

Feng Xiaoni didn't respond to this and strode forward. Yan Zhun watched the woman's back as his mind pieced together fragments, recalling the woman who had asked him that day if he could see a gynecologist.

He turned his gaze away and asked his younger sister, "What did you just call her?"

Yan Feifei: "President Feng."

"What's the name?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Feifei was stunned, her mouth agape. "You don't mean you've fallen for him, do you?"

Yan Zhun did not answer his sister's question. Asking again was just to confirm whether his guess was correct.

Seeing her brother's serious expression, Yan Feifei hesitated for a moment before answering, "Xiao Ni, Feng Xiao Ni."

After listening, Yan Zhun recalled the three names on the medical examination form, all of which were Feng Xiaoni. So that's the woman who goes for morning runs. What a coincidence.

After figuring it out, she squinted and asked her stunned sister, "Is this the person my brother-in-law brought back from Blue City?"

"Yes, isn't she beautiful? Our CEO Feng is not only beautiful, but I'm telling you, her work ability is top-notch. Even Dad praises her. None of us under her have any complaints. How should I put it, she's on par with my sister. My sister sometimes softens her heart, but our CEO Feng doesn't. Last time, one of the girls in our legal department misspelled three words in a contract, I think it was three words, and the secretary told her that she was fined 300 yuan for each word. That's a fine of almost a thousand yuan, the price of a small handbag."

Just as Yan Zhun was about to speak, Yan Feifei knew what her brother was about to say. "Stop. I know you want to say that my bag costs more than a thousand. I wasn't talking about mine; I was talking about someone else's. But I think our CEO Feng did the right thing. These contracts are so important. A single wrong word could cost our Yan Corporation money. We should definitely learn from this. Doesn't this also show that our CEO Feng is responsible to our company? Brother, don't you agree?"

My sister kept going on and on about how wonderful women are, from outside the door all the way inside, as if she had endless merits to list.

As they entered the house, the strict father came down the stairs and saw the two siblings coming in together. The daughter had her son's scarf around her neck.

I'm genuinely curious why everyone's taken to morning runs, especially for my daughter who loves to sleep in. It's unrealistic for her to not sleep in all weekend. "Did you go for a run together?"

Yan Feifei couldn't keep her thoughts to herself. She released her brother's wrist, tilted her head back, and looked up at her father on the stairs, saying, "Yeah, Dad, guess who we ran into while we were running?"

His expression was exaggerated and mysterious.

Yan's father's curiosity was also piqued, and he walked towards the restaurant. Yan Feifei followed behind like a little tail, eager to share. Yan Zhun also followed.

He answered his own question: "Our company's General Manager Feng."

"Huh?" The stern father was clearly surprised as well, but he was surprised that Feng Xiaoni was jogging in the middle of winter. He paused, his hand on the back of the chair, not immediately pulling it open to sit down. "Feng Xiaoni? You're not mistaken?"

Yan's father knew that Feng Xiaoni had arranged to live in this neighborhood; Lan Yunchen had told him about it, but he hadn't thought about it in that way.

I thought it would be a simple matter of arranging accommodation for those living on higher floors.

Now that I think about it, my son-in-law's intentions are... no wonder my daughter got her marriage certificate with him so quickly.

Yan Feifei nodded vigorously, "I'm not nearsighted, how could I be wrong? My eyesight is excellent, it's our CEO Feng."

After saying that, she turned to her brother and asked, "Brother, you've been searching for days and haven't seen our General Manager Feng yet?"

The stern father instantly understood his wife's actions, gave his son a cryptic look, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat the breakfast that the maid had brought.

Yan Zhun: "Yes, I've seen it."

"Then why don't you team up with her? It's so boring to run around alone."

Yan Zhun looked at his sister as if she were an idiot. "I know her?"

He's not like Lu Jinnan, who would chat with every woman he met. He's a respectable man, not a playboy.

What if the other person, like his sister or Tang Junyao, knows martial arts and throws him over his shoulder? Would he still need surgery? He must be out of his mind.

Yan Feifei slapped her forehead, "Sorry, I forgot you're not going to the company."

Yan Zhun: This younger sister is no good; she could trip him up at any time.

"When you came to the company for your physical examination last time, I was away on a business trip with General Manager Feng, so we didn't run into each other. But General Manager Feng went to the hospital for a check-up later, didn't you see him? Oh right, you're in the breast and thyroid surgery department, so if General Manager Feng is getting a check-up, he should be seeing that guy in Department Xiang."

Listening to his sister's self-questioning and answering, Yan Zhun remained silent, recalling the woman's appearance, voice, clothing, and figure during the examination.

That day she was wearing a very large mask, the kind for sun protection, so you could only see her eyes. I thought her back looked familiar, but I never thought of her.

Yan Feifei had no idea what her brother was thinking. She assumed that he was silent because she felt he was letting down the ancestors of the Yan family by saying he wouldn't go to the company.

The stern father ate his meal without saying a word, quietly listening to the conversation between the two, secretly thinking to himself that his wife was playing a long game.

It seems the son-in-law set up the chessboard, the wife was in charge of moving the pieces, the daughter stood by watching and making noise, and he remained silent while observing the game.

Seeing her father's faint smile, Yan Feifei asked, "Dad, what are you laughing at?"

The strict father lied, "No, I just think it would be good for you to exercise a bit."

Yan Feifei was determined to cultivate a good relationship with her boss. Actually, she quite liked Feng Xiaoni. "I've decided to go for a morning run too. Wake me up tomorrow morning, bro."

Yan Zhun said indifferently, "Don't force yourself if you can't get up. Didn't you want to get your beauty sleep?"

"Isn't that to improve my relationship with my boss? If I have a good relationship, I'll get less scolded if I make a mistake, right? Now that I have this connection, I have to keep an eye on it."

Strict father: "You sure know how to find loopholes."

"Of course, let's eat. After we finish eating, I'm going to sleep."

Yan Zhun suddenly reminded him, "Be careful you don't fall asleep after running to work tomorrow morning, or you'll get scolded."

"Don't worry, I can go to the company for coffee after I finish my run. Recently, President Feng has bought us a lot of delicious, refreshing coffee that won't upset our stomachs. So you don't need to worry about me. You should worry more about where my future sister-in-law is, so that Mom won't have to keep an eye on you every day."

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

What are siblings for? Of course, they're for stabbing each other in the heart, to keep them in sync in case their hearts stop beating.

Black Monday.

Yan Feifei was quite determined to get along with her boss. She set her alarm early and got up before she even opened her eyes. She didn't even look at her phone and just squinted to find her clothes.

Finally, they simply put on white winter pajamas and went out. Both doors opened at the same time, and the two emerged from different rooms.

One was wearing pajamas, and the other was wearing a black wool coat, a white turtleneck sweater, and jeans; it was clear they had coordinated their outfits.

She glanced at her well-dressed brother and asked, "Are you jogging or on a blind date?"

Yan Zhun glanced at his sister's pajamas, said nothing, and went downstairs.

Yan Feifei put her arm around her brother's shoulder from behind. "Brother, you're not thinking about dating, are you?"

Yan Zhun replied without even turning his head, "If you can convince Mom not to let me run, I can go back to sleep right now."

Can I convince my mom? I think I'll pass.

The brother and sister changed into sneakers together at the door. Yan Zhun didn't bother to argue with his sister about her pajamas and sneakers, and simply opened the door and left the villa.

Staircase entrance.

After watching their son and daughter leave from a corner, the Yan couple went back to their room to catch up on sleep.

outdoor.

Coincidentally, just as the Yan siblings came out of the gate, Feng Xiaoni also ran to the front of their villa, and the three of them met up in perfect unison.

Feifei, ever so enthusiastic, said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Feng, you just woke up too."

Feng Xiaoni: "Mm."

Out of politeness, Feng Xiaoni and Yan Zhun nodded to each other as a polite greeting, but neither of them took the initiative to speak.

The three of them jogged side by side.

The outdoor temperature today is 1-9 degrees Celsius. It's not too cold, but it doesn't feel warm either.

One was wearing a black down jacket, another was wearing white pajamas, and yet another was wearing a black wool coat. They walked in unison, becoming another unique sight in the entire neighborhood.

Feng Xiaoni's steps were light and quick, while Yan Feifei's were heavy. After running for several days, Yan Zhun was now able to keep up completely.

Yan Feifei, who needed to both breathe and talk, was panting heavily from running. She wanted to give up but was afraid of embarrassing her straight-laced brother and boss. Adhering to the principle of perseverance, she continued to rush forward, but she spoke much less.

About an hour later, the three parted ways again.

After running alongside Feng Xiaoni twice, Yan Feifei was no longer as intimidated by Feng Xiaoni at the company.

night.

After finishing a day's work, Yan Feifei and her father went home together, their two cars driving into the yard one after the other.

After the father and daughter sat down in the restaurant, Yan Zhun also returned.

When I pushed the door open, my mother threw in the sarcastic remark, "I thought you weren't coming home for dinner today either."

Yan Zhun wanted to say that the number of times he didn't go home for dinner was very few and far between.

"I'm coming back tonight since there were no surgeries."

When Yan's mother distributed chopsticks, everyone was starving. They had been working all afternoon and were very hungry. Yan Zhun ate as much as he could.

The strict mother picked up a grain of rice and put it in her mouth, looking at her son with a calculating glint in her eyes, and asked, "Zhun, how have you felt after a few days of morning runs?"

"It's alright." That was the perfunctory reply.

You don't have to write a long essay about your run just to get some exercise.

Yan Feifei chimed in, "That's great! I feel like my relationship with our leader has improved a lot after this run. Actually, our CEO Feng isn't as serious as he seems."

The strict mother glared at her daughter, who had no thoughts she should have but had wild ideas she shouldn't have. "Ask your brother, not you."

"Tell me about it," the strict mother continued, asking her son who was still eating. The strict father watched, maintaining a silent, detached attitude.