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

Inside the coffee shop.

They sat facing each other in pairs.

All four of them took off their coats. No one spoke; they just looked at each other and sized each other up.

After staring at each other for a few minutes, Fei Fei's college classmate couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up first. She had come with Fei Fei to relax.

A few hours ago, Yan Feifei said she had been working overtime so much lately that she was questioning her existence and needed to breathe fresh air to revive herself, so she came here for coffee. In the end, she was just a tool.

"Brother Zhun, I just came here with Feifei for coffee, but I still wish you and your wife all the best." The young woman sincerely offered her blessings. She was still a bit embarrassed about the live broadcast that evening, feeling like she was there to catch Feifei cheating.

Feng Xiaoni held Yan Zhun's hand under the table. Yan Zhun wanted his sister to keep it a secret, but as soon as he opened his lips, he met his girlfriend's gaze. Then Feng Xiaoni shook her head, meaning she would say it herself: "I've been with your brother for a while now."

Yan Feifei: "............"

Then Feng Xiaoni wanted to say something, but Yan Zhun wouldn't let her. "I asked Xiaoni to keep it a secret. As for why, don't you know why? You're always making a fuss. Xiaoni and I are just having a normal relationship, not a variety show."

It means that we don't need so many people paying attention to us or watching us.

Yan Zhun tried to retaliate before his sister could complain. Sure enough, Yan Feifei thought of her mother and realized that if her mother found out, it might really scare her sister-in-law away.

This explanation clarifies what happened before. For example, the older brother would leave early and return late, run for a long time before coming home, and not come home for dinner, nor would he work overtime at the hospital.

Case solved.

Holmes Phoebe belatedly realized what was happening and asked in a low voice, "So you sent those flowers that day?" A hint of disbelief crossed her face.

Yan Zhun's lack of denial was tantamount to admission; he countered by asking his sister, "Can't doctors buy flowers?"

Yan Feifei: ".............. It's not that doctors can't buy flowers, it's just that it's strange for you to buy flowers, I'm not used to it."

Because Feng Xiaoni was there, Yan Feifei couldn't forget that she was her boss, so she asked cautiously, "Then... then brother... when do you plan to go public with your relationship? I'm just asking, I don't mean anything by it, just asking."

College classmate: Why does this guy act like he's seen a cat when he sees his sister-in-law? She seems like a very gentle person.

Feng Xiaoni laughed, "At the company, I'm your boss, but outside the company, I'm just Yan Zhun's girlfriend."

Yan Zhun liked hearing this, so he could be considered officially recognized.

Yan Zhun was secretly delighted and extremely happy. "Listen to your sister-in-law, don't act like a sick cat, it makes me uncomfortable. As for Mom, she can tell you whenever she finds out herself, there's no need to tell her specifically."

Yan Zhun knows his mother's personality too well. If she found out, she might ask someone to calculate the wedding date tomorrow.

This kind of thing will absolutely happen.

After half an hour.

The two cars drove from the same place to the same destination, but Yan Feifei dropped her friend off at home before driving back to the Yan family home.

Given that Yan Zhun doesn't overtake, Yan Feifei could catch up with his car even after dropping her friend off at home. Staring at the car crawling along in front of her, Yan Feifei could only shake her head.

His brother drove slower than a snail to spend more time with his sister-in-law. What a slap in the face! Who was it that said love wasn't as sweet as surgery?

When this bachelor, who's been single for a thousand years, starts dating, he does so many outrageous things that even a dog would shake its head in disbelief. Yan Feifei stepped on the gas and sped past them, leaving Yan Zhun and Feng Xiaoni with only exhaust fumes.

Yan Zhun looked at the car that was overtaking them and said with dissatisfaction, "I'll talk to her when we get home. Driving so fast so late at night." He held Feng Xiaoni's hand in one hand.

Feng Xiaoni nodded, glanced at the speedometer inside the car (21 km/h), and without offering any reminder, simply smiled, "You can tell Auntie if you want, I have no objection."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun turned his head, pleasantly surprised, but quickly looked away. After thinking for a moment, he declined, saying, "I'd better not say anything. My mother is too enthusiastic; her enthusiasm might be too much for you to handle. I'll talk to her first to establish a foundation."

Feng Xiaoni smiled. She had never met Yan Zhun's mother, but she could already deduce her general personality from what others said. "There's nothing wrong with being cheerful."

After taking Feng Xiaoni home and kissing her goodbye, Yan Zhun finally went home himself.

Yan Feifei arrived home earlier, her eyes darting around as she looked at her parents sitting in the living room. She felt unwell all over because of the secret in her heart, like she had indigestion. Her stomach felt bloated and uncomfortable, as if something was about to come out but couldn't, stuck in her throat. She glanced at her mother and then at her father.

It's so uncomfortable to choke.

When the mother turned around, she caught her daughter staring at her. "What are you doing? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't fuss like you have fleas on you."

"No, I just didn't shower last night, and my body is a little itchy. Mom was watching TV." Yan Feifei lied as she began to scratch her neck.

The strict mother didn't answer her daughter's idiotic question; anyone with eyes could see she was watching TV. "Where's your brother?"

Yan Feifei's eyes darted around. "How would I know? I didn't implant a GPS tracker on my brother. Why don't you call him?"

After saying that, he ran upstairs very fast, behaving in a very strange manner.

The mother stared at her daughter's back for a few seconds without thinking much, and muttered a few words, "My son's personality is like yours. He needs someone to point out what to do. He won't do anything unless you point it out. You have to push him. My daughter is eccentric and never serious."

They're really worried sick.

The stern father didn't respond to his wife's words, nor did he know how to respond, since his daughter's personality was more like his wife's.

The door clicked open, and Yan Zhun entered with a hint of coldness. He glanced around and, seeing that his younger sister was no longer there, said, "Mom and Dad, I'm going upstairs to take a shower."

The strict mother responded faintly, "Mm."

For a strict father who knows his strict mother well, it's definitely unusual when his wife speaks only one word at a time; she must be plotting something.

Sure enough, the next day, Yan Zhun had just left the house when his mother got up. Yan's father asked her where she was going, and she told him to go to sleep and not to worry about it.

Knowing how to track people, Yan's mother didn't rush out immediately. Instead, she waited about ten minutes before going out, wearing a mask, hat, and scarf, and quietly hiding under a big tree.

Sit back and wait for the rabbit.

Five minutes later, something that shocked her jaws happened: a woman was running hand in hand with her son, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

She was running too fast and didn't see the woman's face clearly because the woman was to her son's left, and her son was too tall to see her clearly.

Strict mother: ".............."

Thinking she was hallucinating, Yan's mother rubbed her eyes to try and see clearly, but the person had already run far away. She could only wait for the next lap to pass by. She was too excited.

The cold wind howled, making her teeth chatter. She pulled her coat tighter and hid behind a big tree like a thief.

During the second lap, Yan Zhun and Feng Xiaoni stopped running and started taking a walk. The two held hands, chatting and laughing, and seemed to have a very good relationship. The girl would occasionally look up and laugh, and Yan Zhun would also smile and squint his eyes.

This time, Yan's mother was certain that what she saw was real and not a hallucination, and she could also clearly see what her future daughter-in-law looked like.

Suppressing the urge to rush out and controlling her excitement, she didn't disturb the young couple. Maintaining the image of a future mother-in-law, she straightened her clothes and quietly returned to the villa. Watching their departing figures, she was overjoyed.

Everyone was wrong; they thought that Yan's mother would be extremely agitated and scare Feng Xiaoni away.

As she entered the villa, Madam Yan instructed the servants, a wide grin spreading across her face, "Stew some bird's nest, and make some pretty pastries, and make sure they taste good."

The maid found the strict mother's behavior unusual, but still answered respectfully, "Yes, madam."

Her son has become successful, so she needs to remain calm and proceed step by step. She can't scare away her future daughter-in-law; she has to start with her son's stomach to reach the future.

In a good mood, the strict mother played a song called "Good Days" and hummed it as she walked upstairs in her slippers. The strict father was woken up and said, "What kind of song are you playing so early in the morning? I'm sleeping."

The door wasn't closed, and the noise from downstairs was so loud that the strict father could hear the singing.

"All you do all day is sleep. Get up and make money!" The mother couldn't keep her thoughts to herself. Her son was getting married soon, so why was he sleeping? Sitting on the edge of the bed, she said mysteriously with a knowing look, "I'll tell you something in a bit, and then you won't want to sleep anymore."

The stern father squinted his sleepy eyes and asked, "Where have you been?"

Last night I felt that my wife was planning something.

Strict mother recounted the events of the morning to strict father, including what trees and flowers were around and how many had bloomed. What should have been a simple sentence was transformed into an entire essay by strict mother.

The stern father looked at his wife, whose eyes were practically closed from laughing, with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism. "You're not seeing things?"

"You really are something else. Were you even listening to me? I explained it so clearly, and you still ask such nonsense. I read it twice, twice, you know? My eyesight is excellent, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen for you." As she spoke, Mother Yan held up two fingers in front of Father Yan and waved them, meaning that this was the second finger.

Strict father: "............"

Half an hour later.

Yan's mother and father were having breakfast at a restaurant. They were both in a particularly good mood. Their son finding a girlfriend had relieved the whole family of a worry.

As soon as Yan Feifei came downstairs, she heard an old song playing in the living room. She walked towards the dining room and asked, "Mom, is today a special day?"

"Okay, after you finish eating, take the bird's nest and pastries from over there for your CEO Feng to try," Mother Yan instructed.

Yan Feifei carefully pulled out a chair and sat down, blankly accepting the maid's bowl and chopsticks. She stared intently at her mother, "Mom, you wouldn't be......"

As shrewd as a mother, she replied smugly, "You and your brother came out of my belly. I can tell what you're going to fart just by sticking your butt out. How could I not know your little tricks? Your brother miscalculated, thinking I would just run away into the enemy camp. Do you think I'm that stupid? What if I scare away my future daughter-in-law? With my help, your brother will only achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"What kind of brain does he have? With a brain like his, he's so easily swayed by others, and he still wants to bring a beautiful wife home without telling me. I'll have to wait until my hair turns white, until I'm too old to walk, and then he'll make me take care of his grandchildren. At that point, will I be taking care of my grandchildren or will they be taking care of me?"

Yan Feifei took a bite of the pastry, and it tasted pretty good. She recalled her brother's live kissing scene last night. Actually, her brother was quite good, not bad at all. "Mom, you might have misunderstood me. He's not as bad as you think. Actually, my brother is alright too." He's just a little slow.

The strict mother interrupted her daughter, "Alright, hurry up and eat your breakfast and take it over. You can rest assured, Mom won't go directly to find your future daughter-in-law. Mom knows what she's doing. We have to play our game one step at a time, we can't rush it."

Haste makes waste, but we should also strive for speed while maintaining stability.

Yan Feifei nodded, not knowing what her mother wanted to do, and continued eating. Today's breakfast was really delicious.

When Yan Zhun came in, Yan Feifei was already out with breakfast. "You slept in late, couldn't you have gotten up earlier?"

"I brought it for my sister-in-law. I already texted her to tell her not to buy breakfast. Mom made it specially, you know what I mean, right?"

He wasn't stupid; he could understand why she was being so blunt. It just meant Mom knew. Yan Zhun paused for a moment, already mentally condemning his sister for not keeping a secret. He urged her dismissively, "Alright, let's go."

Seeing her son come in, the strict mother said bluntly, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back, I'll only help you."

Yan Zhun nodded, guessing that Fei Fei might have said something to her biological mother, which is why her mother changed her enthusiastic attitude and went straight to the restaurant to eat. Yan's mother turned off the music and switched to watching TV.

"Sure, how far have things progressed between you and your beautiful daughter-in-law? Have you held hands or kissed yet?"

Yan Zhun paused for a moment, holding his chopsticks. "Hmm."

The mother nodded thoughtfully. The progress was acceptable; at least she didn't have to follow the strict schedule, and her mind wasn't filled with thoughts of surgery anymore.