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

at that time.

Feng Xiaoni was making soup dumplings with her family in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for tomorrow, when her phone rang in her pocket, her hands covered in flour.

Knowing that her daughter was always very busy with work, Feng's mother was worried that she would fall behind, so she reminded her, "Xiao Ni, your father and I can handle this. Quickly check your phone to see if there's any work coming up, so as not to delay things."

Mr. Feng also said, "Yes, your mother and I can make these soup dumplings in no time. Go wash your hands and go check on them."

After washing her hands, Feng Xiaoni took a tissue to dry them and walked outside. She took out her phone from her pocket and glanced at it. There were many messages, but one of them was a friend request, with the nickname "Dream Chaser".

She hesitated whether to add it.

After thinking for a while, she clicked "accept" but didn't send a message. She figured the other person would send a message if they needed something, so she didn't need to ask.

After the friend request was accepted, the other party did not send any messages, which made Feng Xiaoni a little strange. She opened her Moments and looked around for a while, but it was empty.

at the same time.

At the Lan Family Manor, Han Yue's family and Ji Hancheng's family all took their children to take a bath. Even the older sister and her family had returned to their rooms. It was getting late; it was already 11 o'clock.

Yan Zhun lay on the bed, his hands clasped behind his head as he pondered. After a moment, he picked up his phone, staring at the newly added contact list with the chat interface open, organizing his thoughts in his mind.

How should I reply?

I typed and deleted, typed and deleted repeatedly, and finally typed in the chat interface: I am Yan Zhun.

Feng Xiaoni, sitting across from him, never expected that the person who added her was Yan Zhun. She thought he was a customer and politely replied: Hello.

Upon receiving the message, Yan Zhun stared at the two words in the reply and began to struggle again. After a long pause, he typed: "I am Yan Na's younger brother."

Feng Xiaoni was both amused and exasperated by the introduction. She found the handsome doctor rather endearing and momentarily forgot about Yan Zhun's family background: "I know."

Three more words. Yan Zhun felt that the conversation was going to die if this continued. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "When are you going back to the capital?"

Feng Xiaoni: The company is tentatively scheduled to resume work on the sixth or eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

Yan Zhun: Let's go back and run together.

Feng Xiaoni: Okay.

Yan Zhun: Good night.

Feng Xiaoni was a little puzzled as to why Yan Zhun had added her as a friend. Was it just to invite her for a morning run? Back in Beijing, it wouldn't be a natural coincidence to run into each other; there was no need to make plans.

Out of politeness, Feng Xiaoni replied: Good night.

Yan Zhun looked at the words "Goodnight" and then at the time, realizing it was indeed quite late. He lifted the covers and lay down, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did, turning from his right side to his left side.

After a while.

He sat up abruptly, intending to take a shower to clear his head.

In another room, one person was sitting and three people were standing. After taking a bath, the children went straight to sleep, probably because they had played too wildly the night before.

A computer was on the table, its screen displaying a chat interface. Tang Junyao stared at the screen, asking somewhat uncertainly, "Is this really a good idea for us?"

Lan Yunxi leaned her upper body on Han Yue's shoulder, putting all her weight on him. She played with Han Yue's earlobe with her small hands, feeling that it was a little inappropriate to do this. "But if we don't help, I think Yan Zhun will have to stay single."

After her sister finished speaking, Tang Junyao glanced at the message Yan Zhun had sent to Feng Xiaoni and confirmed that this was indeed the case.

This progress bar is as slow as a snail, probably slower than a snail's crawling speed, which is really worrying to look at.

Ji Hancheng, however, adopted a spectator's attitude, leaning lazily against the edge of the table, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said jokingly, "Even the worst message can't be worse than the one Yan Zhun sent himself."

"I am Yan Zhun, why don't you just say you are a person?" Ji Hancheng looked at the computer screen with disgust, despising Yan Zhun in his heart, completely forgetting his own low emotional intelligence.

Han Yue had his hands already on the keyboard, ready to start working, and asked the others, "What should we post first?"

Neither Ji Hancheng nor Tang Junyao spoke, unsure how to empathize with Yan Zhun and chat with Feng Xiaoni across from them.

Lan Yunxi thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, how about I send you a message saying 'Are you still there?'"

Han Yue's long, slender fingers tapped on the keyboard. Several people stared at the screen, watching each word he typed. After sending the message, they waited.

A few minutes later, Feng Xiaoni replied simply: "Yes, I have something else to do."

Ji Hancheng put his arm around Tang Junyao, who leaned to the side to look at the monitor. Both of them were staring at the computer screen, curious about the outcome.

Lan Yunxi: "I want to tell you something important."

After Lan Yunxi finished speaking, Han Yue started typing, the sound of the keyboard clicking crisply and loudly.

Feng Xiaoni was silent for a few minutes before replying slowly: "You mean, is it about the company?"

Character Yan Zhun: "No, I meant to tell you that I think I've fallen for you, and I'm planning to pursue you."

Time passed by, and things quieted down on Feng Xiaoni's end. She had already heard that Yan Zhun didn't have a girlfriend that afternoon, but she never expected that Yan Zhun would confess his feelings to her that night.

For a moment, she didn't know how to reply to Yan Zhun, and her mind went blank. When they were running together, Yan Zhun kept glancing at her, and she noticed it.

Before Feng Xiaoni could react, Yan Zhun sent another message: I'm serious. I realized I liked you when I was in the capital. I came to Blue City this time to confess to you in person, but there were too many people during the day, so I didn't say it.

Feng Xiaoni looked at the short essay that had been sent to her and compared it with the self-introduction in front of her. Why did she feel that there was such a big difference? Was it sent by the same person?

Feng Xiaoni was suspicious: Are you Feifei?

Upon seeing these words, everyone laughed, and smiles appeared on their faces to varying degrees. They were laughing at Yan Zhun. Lan Yunxi reminded him, "Brother Yue, type out Yan Zhun's self-introduction again."

Character Yan Zhun: I am Yan Zhun, Yan Na's younger brother.

Character Yan Zhun: Do you have feelings for me? I know very well how I feel about you, and I'm telling you this very seriously.

Tang Junyao stared at the screen, a little apprehensive. She'd gone a bit too far. "I'm sure this level of directness won't scare people away."

Won't they block Yan Zhun?

Han Yue smiled confidently, "Let's bet on the bachelor turning into a married man."

Tang Junyao: "............"

Ji Hancheng twitched the corners of his lips, widening them into a handsome arc, his eyes full of mockery, "Don't gamble on becoming a monk instead of a bachelor."

Lan Yunxi: "............" That rhymes so well.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the interface finally showed that the other party was typing. Tang Junyao guessed, "They must be preparing to refuse."

Sure enough, Feng Xiaoni sent a short message: Dr. Yan, first of all, I appreciate your kindness, but secondly, I don't want to be in a relationship right now.

Character Yan Zhun: Is there anything about me that you don't like? You like doctors, and I am a doctor. I'm not old, I'm rich and good-looking, I'm not the best, but I'm not the worst either, more than enough. What's not to your liking?

Lan Yunxi praised Han Yue, giving him a thumbs up, "Brother Yue, your tone sounds just like Yan Zhunfa's."

Feng Xiaoni: You're great. Our family backgrounds are not even in the same league.

Character Yan Zhun: So you're not saying you don't like me, it's just that I'm too rich. You don't even need to consider family background. My mom will just think I'm not good enough for you, after all, I'm an older single man.

Feng Xiaoni actually wanted to laugh when she saw the message, and didn't feel embarrassed at all. She remembered what Dong Qiao had said earlier that day about how her aunt had almost moved the memorial tablet to Yan Zhun's room.

The character Yan Zhun pursues and besieges the city: You can consider it. Whether you agree or not, I will pursue you and make you my girlfriend.

From the words, it's clear that Yan Zhun wasn't joking. Feng Xiaoni: I'll think about it.

Yan Zhun (character): Okay, go to sleep early, goodnight.

Feng Xiaoni did not reply.

Han Yue also closed the chat interface. "Now that the wings have been attached to him, whether he can take off or not is no longer up to me."

Ji Hancheng put his arm around Tang Junyao and led her out of Han Yue's room. "Let's go to sleep."

In another room, Yan Zhun had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom, ready to check the time. The moment he picked up his phone, he almost had a heart attack.

The phone shook so badly it fell to the ground.

What? How come there are so many unread messages?

My phone got hacked?

Panicked, I quickly checked my phone, logged into online banking to see my bank card balance, and found that no money was missing. Then I checked my WeChat Wallet and found that no money was missing either.

But... what's going on with this message?

He stared, a chill running down his spine, at the unexpected messages that had suddenly appeared between him and Feng Xiaoni. Had she confessed? Should he reconsider?

Where is he? He was completely bewildered. He took a shower and the virus confessed to him. The lines he had been thinking about in the bathroom for so long were nowhere to be used.

Scrolling through the phone screen, I reread conversations that I didn't send, again and again, with a desire to learn from them.

What does it mean to be "not as good as some, but better than others"? What kind of nonsense is that?

A few minutes later, Yan Zhun had a suspect in mind. He found Han Yue's contact information and sent him a message: "Did you steal my account?"

The message was sent but disappeared without a trace, not even making a ripple. Someone in a certain room was revisiting their creation and had no time to pay attention to Yan Zhun.

The group stayed in Lancheng until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year before returning to the capital. Feng Xiaoni had not replied to Yan Zhun's messages, and Yan Zhun dared not urge her too much, fearing it would backfire.

During this time, Yan Na wanted Feng Xiaoni to have more contact with Yan Zhun. She made several appointments with Feng Xiaoni, but Feng Xiaoni always made excuses that she was busy.

Yan Na couldn't force the issue, so she had to give up. Later, she learned from Dong Qiao that her brother, who was a chauvinist, had confessed his feelings.

Of course, Yan Na and Feng Xiaoni had no idea that the white plaque wasn't made by Yan Zhun, but was the work of four people.