The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Xiao Ling: [Weiwei, I just heard from Bei'an that you two are on a date? It just so happens that it's the same mall where I'm getting a spa treatment right now. Unfortunately, I can't leave right now; I have some friends with me, so I can't meet you for the time being.]

Xiao Ling: [I mainly didn't want to interrupt your date. Have fun and shop around. If you see any clothes or accessories you like, don't miss out—buy them! Bei'an will cover the cost.]

Liang Liangwei read Xiao Ling's message and was touched by her kindness, but she wasn't happy; instead, she felt guilty.

Xiao Ling genuinely regarded her as her future daughter-in-law. Not only her, but also Yan Bei'an's father and grandfather felt the same way. They didn't even know the details of her background before accepting her as a family.

She made a deal with Yan Bei'an and deceived them, which is really wrong of her.

Moreover, she is now with Yan Zhixu. Even if the Yan family accepts the fact that she and Yan Beian have "broken up," she is not sure if they will accept her and Yan Zhixu again without any resentment.

If possible, she would rather Xiao Ling not be so nice to her, as that would lessen her burden.

Yan Beian had just ordered a coffee. The barista brought it out, and after taking a few sips, he noticed the woman opposite him looking at her phone with a strange expression. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Liang Liangwei sighed softly, put down her phone and said, "Auntie also sent me a message, just like you said, telling me to ask you to pay if I like anything."

Yan Bei'an laughed: "So you changed your mind but felt embarrassed to tell me, which is why you sighed?"

Liang Liangwei glanced at him: "I wanted to ask you, how do you plan to tell your aunt about breaking up?"

Yan Bei'an's smile faded, and he looked somewhat uncomfortable: "I'll find time. Why are you in such a hurry?"

I used to urge him to come out of the closet, now I'm urging him to break up. Ugh, what a headache!

Liang Liangwei: "I'm not in a hurry, but your uncle is."

Yan Bei'an was taken aback: "Why is he in such a hurry?"

Liang Liangwei: "He's probably annoyed by your grandfather's nagging. That night at your house, didn't Grandpa Yan tell him to win over the girl he likes and bring her home for the weekend? He even said last night that he'd let me go back with him this weekend."

Yan Bei'an's eyes widened as he listened, and he stared at her for a long time before saying, "The girl Uncle is talking about isn't you, is it?"

Doesn't that mean... he really did approach Liang Liangwei knowing she was "dating" him?

Liang Liangwei also thought of this point; if she acquiesced, it would completely lower Yan Zhixu's image as an uncle in her nephew's eyes.

She hurriedly said, "No, he didn't pursue me. I was the one who initiated the conversation with him a few times before, and he only responded to me because of you. He also told me that 'that girl' doesn't exist at all. Grandpa Yan gave him a month to find a girlfriend, and he had no choice but to come up with this delaying tactic."

That's true, Yan Zhixu told her that himself.

From his perspective, that was indeed a reason to appease Grandpa Yan.

She took the blame upon herself, and although Yan Bei'an didn't say anything, he felt uneasy and looked at her with a strange expression.

Does that count as pursuing her?

They were subtly flirting with each other right in front of him, which he saw as a clear indication of their flirting.

He's just turning a blind eye; he's not blind.

I never imagined my uncle would be so easily influenced by her, but now that I think about it...

What impressed him most was that time at the nightclub, when his uncle was harsh and stern with him, but gentle and caring towards Liang Liangwei. Not only did he not say a harsh word to her, but he also put his own coat on her and took her away directly...

That's his "girlfriend"!

Suddenly, a feeling of frustration rose up within him. He didn't know why, but it was hard to control, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The paper cup was squeezed until it was slightly deformed, and the coffee inside gushed out through the small opening, splashing onto his hand.

Because he hadn't slept well the night before and was tired after driving for several hours in the morning, he ordered himself a hot coffee to perk himself up. He immediately recoiled from the heat.

The cup lost its balance and fell tilted onto the table, spilling most of it.

Liang Liangwei exclaimed in surprise and quickly got up to move away. Then, looking at his scalded hand, she frowned and asked, "Are you alright?"

As she spoke, she reached into her bag for tissues.

Yan Bei'an pushed the chair back with one hand and lightly shook his hand: "No—"

A wet wipe was placed over his hand, and the cool touch quickly masked the heat on his hand.

He paused for a moment, then looked up at the woman who had come over and was treating his burn with a wet wipe.

She was frowning, her eyes slightly lowered, looking at the reddened area on his body. Beneath her long, curled eyelashes, her brows were full of worry.

He was momentarily stunned. This was the first time he had seen Liang Liangwei so closely, and he was suddenly struck by how exquisitely beautiful she was.

She has delicate, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, bright, narrow peach-blossom eyes, flawless, fair skin, and full, pert lips.

Those lips, is it because they're wearing some new lipstick color? They're so vibrant, almost like a gorgeous red...

He felt a light tap on his heart.

I couldn't help but swallow, my throat involuntarily twitching, and I couldn't bear to look away.

Liang Liangwei spread the wet wipe on his hand, patted it lightly a couple of times, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a step back, saying, "Luckily it wasn't from boiling water. Luckily I carried wet wipes with me, otherwise your hand would have gotten blisters. How could you be so careless?"

Yan Beian looked away, pressed his hand onto the wet wipe and wiped himself, saying, "My hand slipped."

Liang Liangwei looked at the table, most of which was covered in dark brown coffee stains, and she gently furrowed her brow.

Just then, a staff member came out to serve drinks to other customers, so she went up to them and explained the situation: "...Do you have a cloth? I'll clean it up."

The shop assistant responded and quickly took out a rag from inside, kindly refusing her help and cleaning it herself.

Liang Liangwei thanked him, then turned to Yan Beian and said mischievously, "Master of Slippery Hands, do you want to go in and buy another drink?"

Yan Bei'an lost interest: "Never mind, I only have one left hand."

Liang Liangwei chuckled, staring at his hand and clicking her tongue, "Poor young master, it's heartbreaking to see you like this. Haven't you eaten yet? Let me treat you to a meal to comfort your burned little heart."

Yan Beian wanted to refuse, but somehow he agreed instead: "Okay."

The two walked into the mall together, and Liang Liangwei asked, "What do you want to eat?"

It was already past two o'clock, and most of the restaurants were closed. Yan Bei'an looked around and said, "Let's just grab a bowl of noodles."

He walked into a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, a plate of fried dumplings, and a bowl of beef soup. Liang Liangwei paid the bill, and the staff quickly brought the food over.

Yan Bei'an took a couple of bites of noodles, then, remembering that their conversation hadn't quite ended, he looked up at the person opposite him and asked, "By the way, you said your uncle wanted you to go back with him this weekend, did you agree?"