Lan Rongchang's tone was very gentle, even cautious, and Lan Qingyue couldn't bear to refuse outright.

"Okay, Dad, I know, I know all these things, but I really don't want to think about them right now. Besides, I'm only twenty-five, I'm still young, aren't I? My career is on the rise, so why don't I take this opportunity to work hard and make money, right?"

The world is vast, but making money is the most important thing.

Although Lan Qingyue wasn't the original owner of this body, she was still a daughter, and from her own perspective, she didn't want her parents pressuring her about relationships. Even after arriving in this wonderful world and seeing several incredibly handsome, rich, and successful men, she didn't feel anything. Perhaps it was because she was young and had no romantic experience; she indeed took a very detached view of romantic relationships.

She writes novels and romance novels, which are purely made up or imagined. That's why they say the plots are purely fictional and should not be imitated.

At school, she did enjoy listening to her classmates' lively discussions about relationships. When the topic of "scumbag" came up, she would want to curse him, and when it came to handsome men, she would have a brief moment of girlish infatuation, but that was all.

If Lan Rongchang had chosen a few handsome men for her to go on blind dates with, she wouldn't have wanted to.

“Sigh, you always react like this every time we talk about this.” Lan Rongchang sighed helplessly. Neither of them spoke, nor did they hang up the phone. Lan Qingyue was about to say something comforting when she heard Lan Rongchang’s weathered voice, “Qingqing, Dad’s thinking isn’t so old-fashioned. I don’t think that girls have to rush to get married once they’re over twenty-five. I know you’re career-oriented and work hard to earn money for this family, but Dad doesn’t lack money. Don’t feel any pressure, okay? Dad is getting old and won’t be able to stay with you for much longer. If you meet someone you like, seize the opportunity. Having someone who loves you and gives you a home—that’s true happiness.”

"My family is getting old, Dad is getting old and won't be able to stay with me for much longer." Lan Qingyue couldn't stand hearing these words. Every time she heard them, her heart felt like it was filled with lemons, sour and painful. "Dad, don't say that... You're still so young, you can stay with me for a long time."

At this moment, Lan Qingyue had the idea of ​​spending more time with Lan Rongchang, to spend more time with this "father" on behalf of the original owner.

Lan Rongchang never married in his life, and all his sacrifices were for the original owner of this body. If he knew that the original owner was no longer alive, how heartbroken and sad he would be.

"Alright, alright, Dad won't say anymore. You should get some rest. Aren't you taking Chuchu to a variety show tomorrow?"

"Yes, there are still two more sessions. The second session will last three days, so we'll be back soon."

Lan Qingyue talked about some everyday things before hanging up the phone.

Lying in bed, she was exhausted but couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. In the real world, her life was simple: she spent her time studying and writing, watching videos of food bloggers cooking, and rarely had the chance to relax and go out for a walk. Here, she felt utterly exhausted and seemed to have found an excuse to be lazy.

Wearing loose and comfortable loungewear and slippers, I strolled slowly along the tiled floor. Flowers and willows lined both sides of the road, and a few rays of the setting sun shone through the branches onto my face, making it feel slightly warm.

Not far away is an artificial lake with slightly blue water. A few willow branches hang down by the lake, gently adorning the surface of the water.

Lan Qingyue carefully walked down the slope along the grass, her footsteps light and quick, when suddenly she heard a shout, "Who's there?"