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

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun did not move, but he was very unhappy. He gave Xiang Ke a look that could freeze a person to death, and Xiang Ke felt a chill run down his spine.

Xiang Ke picked up his cup, took a sip of water, composed himself, and said jokingly, "What's with that look? It's like I'm eyeing your wife. Let me analyze this: First, I'm single right now; second, a girl this pretty always needs someone to pursue her; third, I asked you beforehand and you weren't interested, so I made my move. Isn't that the logic?"

Yan Zhun didn't answer any of the three questions, automatically ignoring them, and instead asked, "Don't you need a buffer period after breaking up? I really doubt how much of your feelings for your ex-girlfriend were genuine."

Xiang Ke raised his hands above his head, making a vow gesture, "More real than real gold, I was completely devoted to her when we were together. Yueyue was number one on the list of spendthrifts, but we argued too much, and our feelings for each other faded a bit over time."

Whether it's relatives, love, or friendship, even the best relationships will break apart if you argue too much.

Just as Xiang Ke was about to ask something, Yan Zhun stood up, walked to the door, turned around and said to Xiang Ke very seriously, "Don't ask anymore, you two are not suitable, she doesn't like your type."

Before Xiang Ke could react, Yan Zhun had already walked out of the office, leaving Xiang Ke alone and bewildered.

It took him a while to realize what he meant, and he cursed under his breath, "Damn it, what do you mean we're not a good match? You two are a perfect match!"

Early the next morning.

Yan Zhun had barely stepped out the door when Feng Xiaoni's figure came into view. He quickly closed the door, jogged to catch up, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

"morning."

"morning."

A few seconds later, Feng Xiaoni asked, "Feifei isn't running again today."

Yan Zhun: "Yeah, still asleep."

Feng Xiaoni nodded and quickened her pace. "It's normal. Many people start running on a whim. Those who can stick with it either really love running or have to exercise because they have to, such as following a doctor's advice."

It's like buying a gym membership. Some people think they can stick with it and buy a membership for a year or two. They're in good spirits for the first few days or two weeks, but by the end of the year, they've only been to the gym a handful of times. When the membership expires, the money left on the card is essentially given to the gym for free.

Yan Zhun: "Then you are the former, and I am the third."

"Hmm? There's a third one."

Yan Zhun smiled, a smile that was very reassuring. When Feng Xiaoni turned her head, she met his smile and felt her soul leave her body for a few seconds.

"For example, my mom made me run away."

Feng Xiaoni laughed: "That counts as the third type."

Yan Zhun searched his mind for conversation topics, then, remembering that the Lunar New Year was just around the corner, asked, "Are you spending the New Year in Beijing? Or back in Blue City?"

After running for the past few days, Yan Feifei had already asked all the questions she should and shouldn't have asked. Yan Zhun, who was by her side, naturally heard everything and knew that she was originally from the capital, but her family had moved to Blue City.

Feng Xiaoni answered truthfully, assuming Yan Zhun was just asking casually, "Back in Lancheng, we've already sold the house in the capital."

"Don't you have any relatives here?"

Feng Xiaoni replied, "I don't have many relatives. My grandparents and maternal grandparents passed away a long time ago. I only have one aunt, but we weren't very close, and we lost contact over time."

Yan Zhun: "Blue City is pretty good too." It's just a bit far from the capital.

"Yes, I also like the sky in Blue City and the houses there. The capital is full of high-rise buildings, while Blue City has more low-rise buildings, which looks even better when it snows."

"I'll go take a look when I have time."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Feng Xiaoni's eyes, clearly not expecting it. "You haven't been to Blue City?"

"Yes, I had surgery when my sister gave birth."

After saying that, Yan Zhun inexplicably wanted to explain something, afraid that she would misunderstand that he was someone who didn't care about his family, but he didn't know how to explain.

a few days later.

Even before Lunar New Year's Eve, the festive atmosphere in the capital city was already permeating every corner.

Long queues formed inside supermarkets as people bought New Year's goods. The same was true at the wholesale market, where everyone was carrying large and small bags, and the bustling activity was palpable, creating a strong festive atmosphere.

Some people are so eager that they have already hung New Year lanterns at their doorsteps, and the clouds are joining in the fun as they descend.

It must be snowing soon.

Ji Residence.

For the people of the Ji family, this year is different from previous years. Everyone has a touch of sadness and nostalgia in their hearts. Without the old man, it is like losing the backbone. The closer it gets to the Spring Festival, the more Butler Ji and Mrs. Ji miss the old man.

In the yard, Xiaoyouzi was wearing a black down jacket, dark blue jeans, and bright-colored air-cushioned shoes, holding a colorful light and wrapping it around the green plants.

Ji Xinhan wasn't very patient and had a rather impatient nature. The colored lights she held in her hand had already gotten tangled and messy before she even started to wrap them. No matter how she pulled them apart, she couldn't untangle them. In her anxiety, she ran into the house.

A moment later, he came out with a pair of scissors in his hand. Ji Hancheng and Tang Junyao were hanging lanterns on the ladder. After being with Yao Yao, Ji Hancheng became more down-to-earth and had fallen from grace.

Tang Junyao, holding the ladder from below, reminded her, "Be careful."

The man, wearing a black sweater, stood exceptionally tall on the ladder, his slender frame appearing unusually imposing. "Yeah, don't worry." He could jump down from this height.

Little Yuzu stopped what she was doing, threw the things away, and ran straight to her sister who was holding scissors. "What are you doing?"

Ji Xinyu was quietly hanging colored lights on the other side, only hanging them on branches she could reach. When she heard her brother's voice, she stopped what she was doing, turned her head and saw that her brother had put away her scissors.

Ji Xinhan was speechless for a moment, and explained in frustration, "It can't be taken apart."

Xiaoyouzi sighed helplessly, "If you had any patience, you could have taken it apart. If you're going to try to tear it apart, go to Xiaoyu. We don't need you for this."

Because her brother was too serious, Ji Xinhan stuck out her tongue at him and reluctantly walked towards Ji Xinyu. Actually, Ji Xinyu was also reluctant for her sister to help, because she was afraid that she would end up making a mess instead of helping.

He handed another good colored light to Ji Xinhan, saying, "This one."

Meaning I don't want to share a string of lights with you, Ji Xinhan didn't mind and just took it, as long as it wasn't knotted.

Ji Hancheng and Tang Junyao glanced at the three children in the courtyard, and seeing that nothing was wrong, they turned their attention back to hanging lanterns.

Her son has a cold personality and seems rather serious. Hanhan is more afraid of her older brother than Ji Hancheng, a fact that is well known in the family. Tang Junyao thought for a while and unconsciously curled the corners of her lips.

This scene was captured by the man on the ladder, a glint in his eyes. "What are you laughing at? You seem very happy."

Tang Junyao smiled, a very happy smile, "Aren't you happy?"

The man widened his smile, using his actions to show her whether he was happy or not.

Tang Junyao: "It's good that Hanhan is afraid of Lele." At least one of them can keep her in check.

Ji Hancheng thought that he also felt a little uneasy when the brat became serious and stopped talking. As the brat got older, he talked less and less and became more serious than him. No wonder Hanhan was not afraid.

Little Yuzi squatted on the ground to help his sister clean up the mess. It took him a while to untangle the knotted fairy lights. Before his great-grandfather passed away, he told him that no matter how rich the family was, it was all earned little by little by his ancestors. He should learn to be frugal when he had money and not be wasteful or extravagant. He should be even more frugal when he didn't have money. He always remembered this.

Yuan Shu and Aunt Ji were making dumplings in the kitchen. They planned to have their daughter-in-law send some to the Tang residence and then send some to the cemetery to tell the old man that the old lady was going to celebrate the New Year.

Compared to the Lu family, they weren't as diligent. Little Strawberry was practicing piano in the piano room, while Lu Qingchen was practicing darts in the living room. Because Lu Jinnan had set the target too high, he could never hit it, and after a while, he lost interest.

Mr. Lu was reading the newspaper on the sofa, Mrs. Lu was watching a TV series, and Lu Jinnan and Su Xue were each holding a mobile phone and curled up on the sofa watching videos.

The servants were outside setting up lanterns and cleaning.

The Han family is more lively this year than in previous years, with three new members joining. With Lan Yunxi's arrival, the festive atmosphere in the Han family will only increase, not decrease.

"Brother Yue, isn't the lantern I chose pretty?"

Lan Yunxi looked up at the lantern she had chosen. It rotated as soon as it was turned on, emitting a beautiful light with various colors constantly alternating.

Han Yue, having hung the lanterns, jumped down from the ladder, ruffled Xiao Xi's hair as she smiled sweetly, and said with a doting look in his eyes, "They look good. Is there anything else you want to put up?"

Lan Yunxi jogged inside and saw that Han's mother was already holding the decorations she had bought online. "Hang them all up."

Mr. Han strode outside. The two children were playing by themselves in the children's area. They stood up, tugging at the railing, and looked at their parents and grandparents at the door.

"Great, great, this is the atmosphere of home! Xixi has such good taste."

Lan Yunxi took out small lanterns, fairy lights, and animal decorations and placed them on the stool. "Let's put them all up."

Han Yue: "Okay, whatever you want."

The Su family was just as lively. Su Yu was hanging lanterns, Han Guoguo, heavily pregnant, was directing the process, and little Su Can was causing trouble, tearing down the decorations his mother had put up in the yard.

This drew a barrage of angry shouts from Guoguo, "Su Xiaocan, try giving me another one!"

Su's mother heard her daughter-in-law's voice from the living room. She quickly dropped what she was holding and ran out, protecting her grandson. She pretended to scold him, "How could you make your mother angry? The things in the yard were decorated by your parents with great effort. We can't break them. Come on, Grandma will take you inside to play. It's fun."

Yan Family Villa.

Compared to other families, the Yan family looked like they were fleeing a famine, with suitcases all over the living room, four in total, big and small.

The door clicked open, and Yan Zhun strode in, looking at the suitcases filling the living room with suspicion. "Has this house been sold?"

Everyone: "............."

There was a moment of silence; no one spoke, mainly because they didn't know how to answer. Shouldn't a normal person ask where the luggage was going when they saw so much luggage?

Why would it be about selling a house?

The mother was the first to react, giving her son a glare. "Even if I were to sell something, it wouldn't be the house; it would definitely be you."

Yan Feifei found it a little funny to see her brother looking confused. "Brother, we're planning to go to Blue City this afternoon. My brother-in-law said we should spend the New Year there."

Yan Zhun: Why is he the only one who doesn't know?

Before he could figure it out, his mother began to speak, "Mom knows you care about the surgery. What if there's an emergency surgery and you can't come back? After all, Lancheng is several hours away from the capital. Here's the key, take good care of the house."

The stern father patted his son on the shoulder and solemnly instructed him, "Call us if anything happens. We won't be back for a while. Your sister said we should stay a few more days. The Han family boy and the Ji family boy are going to Lancheng to pay New Year's visits on the second day of the Lunar New Year. We might come back with them, but it will probably be after the third day of the Lunar New Year."

Yan Zhun: Is he still part of this family? Why didn't anyone notify him that he wasn't home for the New Year?

No one asked him if he was going or not.

His name should still be on the Yan family genealogy, right?

Mother Yan was pleased with her son's change in expression; at least he hadn't refused immediately. "Take the keys. Your father and I have sent all the servants home for the New Year. Go out and buy some groceries yourself today. No restaurants will be open during the New Year."

"No, Mom, you didn't even ask me if I was going or not."

The servants aren't around during the Lunar New Year, and he can't cook. He's all alone in this huge villa; it's so pitiful.

Strict mother suppressed a smile, her expression unchanged, and asked, "Are you going?"

Yan Feifei chimed in, "Yeah, brother, you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to go. We'll be back soon."

The stern father clenched his fist to hide a smile, then turned to go to the door to change his shoes, afraid that his son would see his expression and he would be scolded to death by his wife if he was caught.

He didn't see Feng Xiaoni when he went for a run yesterday and today. He hadn't seen her for several days in a row, and Yan Zhun thought she was sick. But his sister said that their father had given President Feng a leave of absence in advance and she had already returned to Lancheng.

No wonder I haven't seen her running these past few days.