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

Adhering to the principle of maintaining a good relationship with her superiors, Yan Feifei persisted in her morning runs for several days. Every day without fail, she would get up with her brother, go out together, meet Feng Xiaoni at the door, and chat from the start of the run until the end.

Then we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

The same is true today.

Yan Feifei, panting, said goodbye to Feng Xiaoni, waving from the doorway and grinning like a fool. Yan Zhun stood to the side, pursing his lips and remaining silent, only nodding to Feng Xiaoni as a farewell.

"See you at the company, boss."

Feng Xiaoni: "Okay, see you at the company, don't be late."

"OK, I definitely won't be late."

After saying goodbye, Yan Feifei kept praising Feng Xiaoni. Yan Zhun glanced at the woman's back before turning his gaze away and following her into the house.

Pushing open the villa door, I exclaimed, "Oh my god..."

"Mom, why are you up? You scared me." The two of them had already gotten used to their mother not being in the living room.

"Why can't I stay in the living room? I'll wake up naturally when I'm awake. Why are you making such a fuss? Am I a ghost?" I don't need to get up at five o'clock; I've already had enough sleep.

"I just noticed you weren't around for the past few days. Okay, okay, okay, I didn't ask."

Yan Feifei surrendered, immediately changed her shoes, and went upstairs in slippers. She figured it was better to avoid trouble than to confront her mother. She seriously suspected that her mother was going through early menopause.

A moment later, there was a loud bang on the door upstairs. Yan Zhun was about to go upstairs to take a shower when his mother, who was standing by the sofa, stopped him after he had just taken one step. "Zhun, you don't need to run around anymore after half a month. There are only a few days left. Just hang in there. If you don't feel anything in your body after half a month, I won't force you."

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

The mother and son's eyes met, but Yan Zhun looked away and said calmly, "We'll see. There's nothing wrong with exercising a bit. The temperature will rise in a few days, and it won't be so cold anymore."

The strict mother was secretly pleased, but her face remained calm. She spoke in a serious tone, appearing very enlightened, "Alright, our family isn't authoritarian, we're quite democratic. If you don't want to be a mother, we won't force you. You can decide for yourself. If you really don't want to run away anymore, then take a break."

Yan Zhun found it hard to respond to his mother's recent reaction. When did democracy ever exist in his family? It's always been a case of "only the magistrate is allowed to do as he pleases." "Okay, I'm going to take a shower. I have to go to work. You can continue watching."

Upon hearing the second door close, Yan's mother made a "yes" gesture, practically dancing in the living room. She happily pulled out her phone to text her son-in-law: "Yunchen, the fish has taken the bait! Thank you, Mom! You're amazing!"

Lan Yunchen: Mom, this is what I should do. It would be even better if Xiaozhun could like it. Starting tomorrow, Feifei will stop running with me.

After reading the message, Yan's mother understood. She had also felt that her daughter was in the way. She replied with "OK", paused the TV, and quietly went upstairs and into a room.

20 minute later.

"Ah.............." Yan Feifei stood blankly at the bathroom door, holding a bath towel in her hand, forgetting what to do next, blinking her eyes at her mother standing at the door.

Strict Mother: "What are you yelling about? You're just making noise all day long. Put your clothes on, I have something to tell you."

Coming to her senses, Yan Feifei went to put on her pants, complaining, "Mom, can you please make a sound next time? People can be scared to death. Even if my heart is strong, it will stop beating."

15 minutes later.............

The next day.

When Yan Zhun was dressed and ready to leave, he found his sister's room door closed. He glanced at his watch and assumed she had overslept. He pushed the door open to check and found her fast asleep on the bed, sleeping soundly.

There was no sign of him waking up.

This puzzled Yan Zhun. Just a few days ago, she was in high spirits, saying she wanted to get along well with her boss. Why did she suddenly drop the ball today? He gently nudged his sister's shoulder and called out softly, "Feifei, get up and go for a run, hurry up."

"Hey, stop making noise, your mom wants to sleep."

Yan Zhun: "............." He called for a long time but didn't wake up, and was even recognized as Yan Zhun's son.

Recalling the scene of the fight that day, Yan Zhun ultimately did not continue shouting, lest another fight break out, and his old injuries would be aggravated by new ones.

He went straight out of the room and gently closed the door behind him.

It was fate, or perhaps Feng Xiaoni was just in time. Usually, she would pass by the Yan family's villa right on time, and the three of them would meet up. But today, it was just the two of them meeting up.

Feng Xiaoni ran ahead, with Yan Zhun following behind. Usually, Yan Feifei would chatter incessantly, but today, without her, the atmosphere was a bit quiet.

Feng Xiaoni dresses casually when she runs, wearing whatever is convenient. Today she wore a dark gray fleece-lined sweatshirt, a white vest, and sweatpants. If it weren't for her delicate face and fair skin, she would have been inconspicuous in a crowd with such ordinary clothes.

In contrast, Yan Zhun was dressed much more formally, in a dark brown coat, a black turtleneck sweater, dark blue jeans, and a pair of limited-edition air-cushioned shoes.

Just like Feifei said, it didn't feel like going for a run, but more like going on a blind date.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Feng Xiaoni sensed it too; it had been strange lately—Dong Qiao hadn't called her in the mornings anymore, and when she tried to call, the line was always busy. "Is Feifei not running away anymore?"

Yan Zhun glanced at the woman beside him and replied, "I guess she won't be able to get up. She's always been like this. There are very few things she can stick to. The longest she's stuck with is working as a receptionist at the Ji family."

Feng Xiaoni had seen Yan Feifei's resume and naturally knew about the Ji Group. "She can actually persevere, it just depends on whether she wants to or not. For example, if she likes being a receptionist, she can stick with it."

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so eager to go back to being a receptionist.

Yan Zhun agreed, saying, "You have a good eye for people." He analyzed her very thoroughly despite not having known her for very long.

Most people who have met the younger sister describe her as carefree and oblivious, like Xiang Ke did. Very few people would describe the younger sister that way.

Yan Zhun couldn't help but glance at the woman beside him a few more times. Feeling the direct gaze directed at her, Feng Xiaoni turned her head, and their eyes met. Their hearts seemed to be struck, and something burst out. Feng Xiaoni looked away first and explained, "I used to work in human resources and I also studied psychology."

Yan Zhun jogged alongside him, then turned and asked, "You like winter running?"

Winter running, what kind of term is that? Feng Xiaoni subconsciously curled her lips. From Yan Zhun's angle, it looked quite good. Then she curved her lips slightly, and after a while, with a slight panting sound, Feng Xiaoni answered, "No, I like morning runs. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are not just winter."

Perhaps it was because of Yan Zhun's profession, but Feng Xiaoni felt unguarded around him and could communicate with him easily.

Seeing that Yan Zhun beside her didn't say anything, Feng Xiaoni became a little more talkative and automatically explained why she was going for a morning run: "White-collar workers like us stay in office buildings all day long and rarely go outdoors, so I want to go for a run before going to work."

"Isn't there a term called 'sub-health', Dr. Yan?"

Yan Zhun didn't even know how many times he had laughed today. "Dr. Yan?" Many people at the hospital called him that every day, and he was called that countless times a day, but when this woman called him "Dr. Yan" today, his heart trembled for no reason.

"Yes, my mom is also worried that I'll become unhealthy, so she forces me to run. She says I'm always having surgery, and she's afraid I'll ruin my health."

Feng Xiaoni: "It's good for them to move around. I think all parents are like this, afraid that their children will get sick."

"Perhaps."

There are a few exceptions, who obviously haven't seen anything bad or ugly, such as Tang Junyao's father and stepmother.

Yan Zhun subconsciously kept these words to himself and didn't tell her, for reasons unknown, perhaps out of fear of polluting her pure heart.

Feng Xiaoni was a little curious as to why he didn't want to inherit the family business and instead chose the medical profession. "Why did you choose the medical profession?"

Yan Zhun's chauvinistic tendencies are kicking in: "No need for such subtlety, you're asking why I didn't inherit the family business."

After a moment of surprise, Feng Xiaoni nodded. She had intended to be more tactful, but she hadn't expected the person involved to be so direct.

Yan Zhun followed Feng Xiaoni's pace, jogging around the neighborhood. "I speak more directly than my sister, who can keep things to herself. I might be like my mother in this respect. Such a large corporation is full of intricate details, more complicated than a person's intestines. To be frank, I don't like it. Life is neither too long nor too short. I want to do something meaningful."

"I feel a great sense of accomplishment whenever I perform surgery and repair damaged organs. I enjoy working with organs. Although they can't speak, they don't beat around the bush. When you cut them open, you can see their structure and clearly see where they are damaged and where they need repair. Diseased organs don't lie or deceive you. You just have to look, not guess."

After listening, Feng Xiaoni seemed to understand the young master around her, and she also understood that he liked doctors because the profession was prestigious and radiant, which made him very proud. "I also quite like this profession."

Yan Zhun hadn't expected her to say that, and turned to ask with suspicion in his eyes, "Hmm? You want to be a doctor."

Feng Xiaoni smiled slightly, as if with regret, "I can't do it. I'm afraid of blood. If there's a lot of blood, I'll faint."

So even if I like it, I can't do this profession. I can only envy those who can be doctors, so I want to find a doctor boyfriend.

The chauvinistic straight man Yan Zhun offered his advice: "You can find a doctor to be your boyfriend."

The two turned their heads, smiled at each other, and then looked away a second later, continuing to run. Feng Xiaoni said, "You think the same way I do."

Meeting his dark, deep eyes, my heart inexplicably started racing.

Yan Zhun: "You're just dreaming of getting a boyfriend because you can't have one."

"That description isn't wrong, it's just a bit too straightforward."

Yan Zhun: "I'm pretty straightforward and don't beat around the bush. If you mind, I won't say anything."

Feng Xiaoni didn't expect him to say that. "That's fine. There's nothing wrong with being straightforward. You don't have to strain your brain cells."

The two of them got so engrossed in their conversation that they lost track of time and ended up running a few extra laps.

Feng Xiaoni: "Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye." Yan Zhun said goodbye to Feng Xiaoni at the villa entrance, watching her leave until she was out of sight before entering the villa.

Yan's mother sat in the living room watching her son go upstairs to take a shower, happily watching TV and scrolling through her phone. It seemed that she would be able to go out shopping soon without having to worry about being interviewed by those gossipy wives.

She had seen her son's meticulous dressing up every day; hope was within reach.

Yan's Hospital.

Xiang Ke hurriedly followed Yan Zhun into the consultation room, put his arm around Yan Zhun's shoulder from behind, and teased him in a cheeky manner, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Why do you look so radiant?"

Yan Zhun shifted his body slightly, pushing his paw aside. "Did you minor in feng shui or fortune telling?"

Xiang Ke shrugged. "I thought you'd found your love interest today because you came in smiling."

After saying that, he pulled up a chair, sat facing backwards, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and said in a serious tone, "I broke up with my girlfriend. Yesterday, I told her in a cool way that I was going to be single again."

"And then she agreed?"

"yes."

Yan Zhun: He's probably already found someone else. Poor kid.

Yan Zhun's predictions about his friend's love life were quite accurate, perhaps because an outsider's perspective is clearer.

"I'm single again. Can I ask you about someone? It's that girl you looked into for me last time, her name is Feng Xiaoni. Could your sister ask her if she's single?"