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

noon.

When Yan Feifei returned from lunch with her colleagues, she passed by the front desk and noticed a bright red bouquet of roses, which looked particularly dazzling, with an estimated 99 roses.

Too conspicuous, Yan Feifei pulled her colleague towards the front desk, and with a gossipy attitude, asked, "Which department does this person belong to?"

The receptionist recognized Yan Feifei and knew she was the heiress of the Yan Group. She often came to see Yan Na when she wasn't working at the Yan Group. She gave a standard smile and said, "It's for President Feng."

"Mr. Feng... Mr. Feng? You're not kidding, are you?"

Yan Feifei seemed to have heard something unbelievable. She was so shocked that she didn't know what to say. She just stood there blankly at the front desk, motionless, her eyes fixed on the roses in front of her.

Does my brother have a love rival?

So when my brother came to see President Feng in the morning, President Feng rejected him, and then his mysterious boyfriend turned around and gave him roses to declare his ownership.

Poor brother! It's a good thing she and her mother prepared a whole script, but it's all for nothing.

In just a few minutes, Yan Feifei had already imagined a tragic drama.

The title of the drama is: A bachelor who has been single for a thousand years suddenly realizes his feelings and is rejected, but his current boyfriend beats him up.

How tragic.

"What are you doing? Why are you so surprised that President Feng has a boyfriend? It's not normal for someone of President Feng's age to have a boyfriend. He's good-looking and outstanding. Who wouldn't like him?"

"Oh dear, I don't understand." Her brother is going to remain single, which is a big deal, and this is hard to explain.

"Let me take it up to Mr. Feng for you. I'm going up now." Yan Feifei said she wanted to take it up, and the receptionist certainly wouldn't stop her, so she immediately agreed.

The flowers were too big and heavy, so Yan Feifei and her colleague carried them into the elevator. After the elevator doors closed, Yan Feifei gestured to her colleague to put the flowers on the ground. "You don't need to carry things like that all the time," she said. She took out a card and saw that it read: "Hello, girlfriend, I am your boyfriend."

Yan Feifei: "............" This person looks even sillier than her brother. Is this how you write cards?

It shouldn't be a day to say "I love you" or "I miss you."

It seems Mr. Feng's judgment isn't very good.

Her colleague noticed she'd been sighing ever since she saw the flowers and guessed, "Why are you acting like the person who sent the flowers is your love rival? You wouldn't happen to be...?"

"What are you thinking? Sister, I'm straight. I like men, especially handsome men." It's just that I don't want to get married. Not getting married and liking to look at handsome men are not contradictory.

My colleague was skeptical. "You really don't like General Manager Feng?"

"Really." I just feel sorry for my brother. He's so useless; someone beat him to it.

The two of them worked together to deliver the flowers to Feng Xiaoni's office. Everyone at the workstations looked over with curious eyes, their gazes full of questions. Yan Feifei didn't want to continue answering such hurtful questions, so a colleague kindly helped open the door for her.

The two carried the flowers inside, and the other left immediately, leaving Yan Feifei alone in the office. She glanced at Feng Xiaoni, who was working, and said, "President Feng, these are flowers your boyfriend sent. I've put them here for you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaoni looked up and saw a huge bouquet of flowers, which made her a little incredulous. "I'm sure I didn't send it to the wrong person."

Yan Feifei picked up the card and handed it to Feng Xiaoni, "No, it has your name on it."

When Feng Xiaoni saw the description on the card, she smiled subconsciously, imagining Yan Zhun writing those words—it was quite romantic. "Thank you, you can go now."

Seeing this, Yan Feifei understood and was 100% certain that President Feng had a boyfriend. She turned around dejectedly, walked out of the office, took out her phone and sent a message to her brother. Although her brother was single, the Yan family would never do anything like stealing someone else's partner, even if the brother was single for life.

Too low-end.

To avoid hurting her brother, Yan Feifei searched for the right words: "Brother, are you alright?"

Yan Zhun was off today and stayed in the clinic. This bouquet of flowers was Xiang Ke's suggestion to him, saying that on the first day together, it was important to have a sense of ceremony and not to seem stingy. However, Xiang Ke did not know that the other party was Feng Xiaoni.

In high spirits, Yan Zhun didn't have time to reply to her sister's message. At that moment, she was replying to her girlfriend: "I'm glad you like it. I'll send it to you tomorrow."

Feng Xiaoni didn't want to be so high-profile. The flowers were so big; if she had a bouquet every day, the whole office would be filled with flowers, which wouldn't look good. "No need," she said, "this can last for several days."

Yan Zhun didn't stand on ceremony and replied directly: Okay, let me know when you need it.

Feng Xiaoni found the message amusing: "Okay, I'll get back to work."

Yan Zhun: Okay, girlfriend.

After reading the last message, Feng Xiaoni smiled again, but did not reply. She really felt that Yan Zhun was not as mature as he appeared, and that he was cute and innocent at heart.

Exiting the chat with Feng Xiaoni, Yan Zhun replied to his sister: What's wrong with me? Why do you wish me badly? Can't you hope for something good about me all day long?

Yan Feifei, who received the message, thought Yan Zhun was crazy. She kindly asked him about it but was rebuffed: "You deserve to be single."

Yan Zhun looked at the words "single" on the screen, and they no longer seemed so glaring. He replied with a happy feeling in his heart: I do.

Yan Feifei was so angry that she didn't even plan to tell her brother the truth, cursing him inwardly.

night.

Yan's mother ate too much and took a slow walk around the neighborhood to digest. She walked around the neighborhood several times and encountered several wealthy women. The conversations were all about when Yan Zhun would get married, which family's daughter he was marrying, and how they were showing off their grandsons and granddaughters.

The strict mother could only think to herself that she hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home, but she still maintained a generous and proper demeanor, saying, "Our Zhun just loves saving lives and always puts his career first. As for girlfriends, it's all about fate. Our Zhun doesn't like arranged marriages; he prefers to find someone on his own."

"So what if she's from a wealthy family? So what if she's from an ordinary family? When choosing a wife, character is the most important thing. Look at the rich girl Mrs. Huang found. She's a real rich girl, the daughter of an oil tycoon. But she's always arguing and busy, isn't she, Mrs. Huang?"

Mrs. Huang, standing to the side, was speechless after hearing this. She had been determined to find a suitable match for her son, but instead, he ended up with an arrogant and spoiled woman.

A wealthy woman said, "Yan Zhun is really something. With such a large family business, why does he have to go and become a doctor? What was he thinking?"

Mother Yan chimed in, her smile carrying a deeper meaning, "That's convenient. For example, Mrs. Lin, if you ever get sick, just give me a call, and we'll definitely help you make arrangements."

The wealthy woman wanted to scold him, but she couldn't say anything when she met the mother's sincere eyes; the mother seemed genuinely interested in helping.

The conversation ended badly after only a few words. The wealthy wives left, looking rather uninterested, leaving Mrs. Yan wandering around the neighborhood alone, muttering to herself, "You think you can't be controlled? You live by the sea, huh? You think you can stop us from finding girlfriends? You can't even control your husband having an affair, yet you're meddling in our family affairs? You're so idle."

In the distance, a man was embracing a woman, seemingly being intimate. From the mother's perspective, the woman was well protected, completely surrounded by a black coat that covered her body, making it impossible to discern what she was wearing except for a pair of nude-colored high-heeled ankle boots.

Looking up, the man's tall figure obscured the woman's face, and even with her excellent eyesight, Yan's mother couldn't see clearly. Plus, the man had his back to her. Watching this scene, she couldn't help but feel envious. "Ah, if only our Xiao Zhun could be this proactive, we might even have grandchildren!"

"These young people nowadays are really something. They've already dropped you off at your doorstep, why can't they just come in? They have to kiss you goodbye at the door. Maybe they're afraid of things going wrong once you get inside. They're quite well-behaved."

After walking for a while, Yan's mother turned her head curiously to look again. "Ah, it's so good to be young. You can kiss however you want."

In the courtyard of a villa, the gate was wide open. A woman was pinned against the wall, while a man pressed against her body, one arm around her waist and the other supporting her head. The two of them looked at each other, panting heavily.

Five minutes earlier, Feng Xiaoni left work early. As soon as she got out of the car, Yan Zhun cornered her against the wall and then kissed her unexpectedly, almost suffocating her. Yan Zhun's kissing skills showed that he was inexperienced.

Feng Xiaoni subconsciously gripped Yan Zhun's coat tightly with both hands. The coat was open, and when pulled on both sides, it became a protective umbrella, completely obscuring her figure.

His ears and cheeks were flushed, and his lips still had traces of water, though he didn't know whose it was. Yan Zhun looked down at the woman in his arms, his ears were also red, and a heat rushed to his head. He had spent the whole afternoon sitting in the office with his mind filled with his light kiss with Feng Xiaoni.

After asking Feng Xiaoni when she would get off work, he waited at the gate of the courtyard, and when Feng Xiaoni entered the courtyard, he followed her in.

Breathless and with a slightly hoarse voice, she said bluntly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I've been thinking about it all afternoon, and I feel that the kiss this morning was too light."

Feng Xiaoni suddenly looked up, wanting to see how he could say such blunt things. She was stunned for a moment, only to see the man speaking in a serious manner, as if he were just stating his true feelings.

He showed absolutely no sign of unease, his honesty couldn't be more genuine.

Feng Xiaoni laughed, laughing at his honesty and his cuteness, "Have you always been this honest?"

Yan Zhun panicked a little, thinking that she didn't like his honesty. "I don't lie. I like what I like. If you don't like it, I'll try to change, but I won't lie."

I don't like it either, otherwise I wouldn't be dealing with organs.

Seeing the panic on his face, she moved her hand down and squeezed his hand. "It's fine. I don't like men who lie either."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun smiled and hugged Feng Xiaoni tightly. He didn't suggest going in for a seat, behaving in a very proper manner. He did want to go in and see Feng Xiaoni's living environment, but he was afraid that making such a request on their first day together would be too abrupt.

In the end, I held back and decided to wait a little longer before going in.

Yan Zhun secretly thought to himself, "Then I won't have to come out."

feeling good.

He glanced at his watch on his wrist and realized it was getting late. He knew Feng Xiaoni had worked hard, and although he was reluctant to part with her, he couldn't just hold her outside all night. "Go inside. See you tomorrow morning."

Feng Xiaoni thought Yan Zhun was very tactful. She smiled slightly, said goodbye, and said, "Bye-bye, see you tomorrow morning."

Neither of them wanted to part, but Feng Xiaoni maintained her composure and did not invite Yan Zhun in. Instead, she slowed down the closing of the door until there was only a small gap between the door and the frame, making it impossible to see Yan Zhun's face clearly. Only then was the door gently closed.

Yan Zhun did not leave immediately. He lingered for a while before turning around and leaving. He carefully closed the gate to Feng Xiaoni's yard, glanced at the villa he wanted to enter, and finally walked towards his own villa.

Yan Zhun was overjoyed on the way. He reached out and touched his lips, as if Feng Xiaoni's warmth was still there. His heart was pounding, and he felt lighter as he walked.