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

After the New Year.

The snow in the capital is slowly melting, with a few scattered white specks hanging on the branches, which can be seen as twinkling in the warm sun.

There is no snow left on the ground in the community; the property management must have had it cleared.

A man wearing a black down jacket and a gray turtleneck was jogging around the neighborhood with little interest, occasionally turning his head to look behind him, glancing back every few steps.

After two laps, still not seeing the person he was hoping for, he stopped, feeling dejected, and headed towards the villa.

the next day..............

Day three..............

On the nth day, Feng Xiaoni still hadn't replied to Yan Zhun's message. The longer she waited, the more she thought about things and the more she missed him.

At this moment, Yan Zhun was unusually sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing with his phone. He hadn't gone to the hospital; he had almost lost focus during his surgery yesterday. Upholding his responsibility to his patients, he chose to take a day off.

When Yan's mother woke up and went downstairs, she saw her son sitting on the sofa with his phone, looking at something. She didn't know what he was looking at, but he kept opening and closing the screen repeatedly.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Yan's mother, who had been staring at her phone for a long time, spoke up, "It's strange to see you at this hour. Didn't you go for your morning run?"

"They ran away." Yan Zhun wasn't in a good mood. He glanced at his mother who had come down and gave a curt reply. He was afraid of being scolded by his mother if he didn't answer.

Just like Feifei said, her brother had a hard life; it was already a great achievement for him to be able to breathe.

"Hey, brother, you didn't go to work? What's wrong? Are you sick?" Yan Feifei, who was following behind, also found it strange to see her brother sitting on the sofa.

As long as his brother isn't sick, he works 365 days a year without a break, so it's no wonder Fei Fei is surprised that he's sitting on the sofa playing on his phone today.

Upon seeing Yan Feifei, Yan Zhun seemed to remember something. He stood up, straightened his clothes, put his phone in his pocket, and then put his arm around his sister's shoulder and walked out, saying, "Brother will take you to work."

These words startled Fei Fei. She felt like she was about to be sold out. She broke free from her brother's grasp and said, "Wait a minute, you're not planning something bad, are you?"

When has her brother ever driven her to work? Sometimes when she doesn't want to drive and wants to hitch a ride with her brother so he can go a longer route, he always says it's not on his way and it would be a waste of gas.

This is too abnormal. Something must be wrong. Yan Feifei raised her hand and used the back of her hand to touch her brother's forehead, then checked her own temperature. She looked at Yan Zhun with a reassuring gaze, "Brother, you don't have a fever either."

Before his younger sister could react, Yan Zhun grabbed her wrist and dragged her out, completely ignoring the expressions on her sister's and mother's faces. "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

The bewildered mother was still standing in the messy living room, unable to understand what her son was trying to do: What was he up to?

Yan Feifei was dragged into the passenger seat by her brother. Before she could ask anything, Yan Zhun reminded her, "Fasten your seatbelt."

The car had already started, and Yan Feifei was busy fastening her seatbelt. After she finished, she asked with a bewildered look, "Brother, even if you're taking me to my death, you have to give me a reason." She wanted to die in peace.

Yan Zhun stared intently ahead, unhurried and no longer in a hurry. "I'm just taking you to your company so you can see your work environment. I'm not working today anyway."

"Are you serious? Going to the company?"

Yan Zhun's words only made things worse. Yan Feifei's voice rose several decibels, so loud that Yan Zhun subconsciously picked at his ear.

Yan Feifei stared blankly at Yan Zhun: Could her brother be possessed by an evil spirit?

He glanced at his clueless younger sister out of the corner of his eye and said sternly, "It's just going to the company, what's the problem? Don't make such a fuss. What's for breakfast?"

Having been suddenly dragged out, Yan Feifei had forgotten to eat breakfast. Leaning back in her chair, she glanced at her brother, then looked at him again, and finally said with a questioning look, "Soy milk, jianbing guozi, and a sesame ball, please."

Yan Zhun stared intently at a point in front of him and calmly reminded him, "From a doctor's perspective, you've eaten a bit too much. Seven-tenths full is the best."

"No, please don't approach this from a doctor's perspective, brother. Is there something you need to talk to me about? Let's just act like normal people. I'm not comfortable with you acting like this."

"You have paranoia, don't you? I'm just taking you to the company and buying you breakfast, and you act like I'm going to drag you somewhere and bury you alive. Are you sick in the head?"

"This is how we should get along, it's normal now." Yan Feifei's tense emotions relaxed immediately, and she sank into her seat.

After driving for a while, Yan Zhun asked, "Has the company been very busy lately?"

"Yeah, busy, of course. How could I not be busy when we just started? Haven't you noticed I've been working overtime every day? I'm exhausted. Our CEO, Mr. Feng, doesn't get home until the early hours of the morning every day. Have you run into Mr. Feng while you're running these past few days?"

Before Yan Zhun could say no, Yan Feifei began to answer her own question, "There probably isn't. I don't even get enough sleep, how could I have time for a morning run..."

Halfway through her sentence, Yan Feifei finally understood her brother's unusual behavior that morning. Intrigued and excited, she grabbed Yan Zhun's wrist. "Brother, you're not trying to ask me about President Feng, are you? You wouldn't be......"

After several days of reflection, coupled with his recent uncontrollable emotional instability—so much so that he was distracted even during surgery—he had finally identified his ailment: Feng Xiaoni.

He needs to find this medicine to begin treatment.

Yan Zhun readily admitted, "Is there a problem?"

Yan Na and Lan Yunchen did not tell their mother and sister about Yan Zhun's confession to Feng Xiaoni, since Feng Xiaoni had not agreed to it.

Yan Feifei excitedly stomped her feet in the car, twisting her whole body, "Oh my god, you've fallen for our CEO Feng! How did you find out, bro?"

She thought it would take a long time; it seems her brother is straightforward, but not stupid.

Yan Zhun had no intention of sharing his feelings of longing with his sister. "Let's be quiet for a while."

"I can't stay quiet, bro, have you confessed your feelings?"

"Um."

Yan Feifei was dumbfounded. If it wasn't her brother who secretly confessed his feelings, when and why hadn't she gotten to know about this?

After a while.

Coming to her senses, Yan Feifei continued, now filled with questions, and cautiously asked, "And then you were rejected?"

Rejection? Not really, he just said he'd think about it, but it's been a bit long and he doesn't want to wait any longer.

I searched my mind for a suitable word: "Not exactly a rejection."

Not a rejection? "So you didn't agree or give a definite answer, which is good. It means you still have a 50% chance. If you take the initiative and start persistently pursuing her, you should have a pretty good chance."

At the traffic light, Yan Zhun stopped, glanced at his sister, and said, "Is this the kind of persistent pestering your boss, Mr. Feng?"

Won't that be abrupt and offensive?

"I really don't know that. There's a saying that goes, 'After the clouds disperse, the moon shines through.' Look at how Ji Hancheng treats Yao Yao, isn't that how it is?"

Yan Zhun did not comment on his younger sister's misuse of words, but could only advise her: "Take some time to look at four-character idioms."

His situation with Feng Xiaoni has absolutely nothing to do with the saying "after the clouds disperse, the moon will shine"; it's all a mess.

To say that proximity to the water gives one an advantage is certainly true.

Half an hour later, Yan Feifei, holding breakfast in her hand, followed Yan Zhun happily to the elevator entrance.

People in the company weren't familiar with Yan Zhun, and seeing an unfamiliar face made them hesitant to look at him. One colleague tugged at Yan Feifei's clothes and whispered in her ear, "Feifei, is this your boyfriend?"

"Huh? What kind of look is that?" Yan Feifei placed one hand on her chin, stood up straight, and made her compare herself to Yan Zhun.

"Didn't you find any problems? We don't look alike." We were born from the same mother.

My colleague suddenly realized, "Oh, yes, you two have very similar noses. So it's your brother! I was wondering why." He's really handsome, another tall, rich, and handsome guy. Looking closely, they really do look quite alike.

Yan Zhun wasn't that familiar with the company. Following Yan Feifei, Yan Feifei put her bag on her workstation, stood on tiptoe, lowered her voice, and covered one side of her cheek with one hand, "Go to the end of President Feng's office, it's the second room inside. The first room is Dad's, don't get it wrong."

"This document was given to me by General Manager Feng yesterday. Could you take it to him for me? That way we'll have something to talk about. That's all I can do for you, brother. It's up to you now. Whether I get a sister-in-law depends on you. Good luck, I'm rooting for you."

When Yan Zhun arrived at the company, he was genuinely a little nervous. He gripped the folder tightly, more nervous than he had ever been during surgery.

Following his sister's instructions, Yan Zhun went to Feng Xiaoni's office. When he opened the door, he found that there was no one inside. There was only a stack of folders, a computer, and a white mug on the table. It was very simple and clean.

Yan Zhun subconsciously wanted to get closer to her and explore how she worked on a daily basis. He slowly approached and reached out to pick up the white cup on the table.

Holding it in my hand, I could almost feel its lingering warmth; my heart inexplicably burned, I trembled slightly, and felt a ticklish sensation.

"Who let you in? You can't just come into my office without my permission. I said that on my first day here."

Hearing the sound of high heels hitting the ground behind him, Yan Zhun didn't turn around. He just wanted to know how she usually managed her employees. It turned out she was quite fierce. No wonder Fei Fei was so afraid of her.

The moment she turned around, Feng Xiaoni was speechless, forgetting to react.

Their eyes met, sparks flew through the air, and time seemed to stand still.

Today, Feng Xiaoni was dressed quite professionally, in a beige suit with a white shirt underneath. The cuffs at her wrists were rolled up, and she subconsciously lowered her head, feeling the intense, direct gaze.

Regaining her composure, her mind was a bit of a jumble. She'd been thinking about how to reply to Yan Zhun's message for the past few days, but the company's recent reopening and increased workload had forced her to put it aside. She hadn't yet decided how to say, "You... needed something?"

Yan Zhun stood in front of the desk, holding the cup she had drunk from. Feng Xiaoni had already sat down in the chair, looking a little awkward, and her heart rate began to become erratic.

"Yes, something's up."

Both of their hearts were racing. Yan Zhun was also very nervous, while Feng Xiaoni glanced at the outside. The glass was transparent, covered with frosted paper, but you could still vaguely see the people inside moving around.

It was bound to happen eventually. Yan Zhun bluntly stated, "I'm not one to beat around the bush; I prefer to get straight to the point. I've come to ask if you've made up your mind."