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

Upon hearing Yan Zhixu's voice, Liang Liangwei stopped and turned around.

Yan Zhixu, dressed in a black cashmere coat, looked travel-worn. His handsome face, like jade, seemed to descend from the heavens in the night, walking towards her as if adorned by stars and moon.

She stood there, somewhat stunned, her first thought being—did Fang Xun hear what she had just said to him, especially the last few sentences? And how much of it did he hear?

Yan Zhixu quickly walked up to her, his gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over Fang Xun, but softened when it landed on Liang Liangwei.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

It seems they didn't hear it.

Liang Liangwei breathed a slight sigh of relief and smiled, "It's nothing, you came pretty quickly~"

Yan Zhixu carefully examined her expression and, seeing that she seemed perfectly normal, relaxed and said, "I was already on my way when I texted you, so I got here quickly. Why haven't you gone in yet?"

Liang Liangwei: "I just received a phone call, and I was just about to go in when you arrived."

Yan Zhixu frowned and said, "Why don't you go inside to make the call? Aren't you cold outside?"

He took her hand in his, and sure enough, it was cold. His brow furrowed even more.

Liang Liangwei: "It's okay, I'm dressed warmly."

The two walked toward the restaurant as if no one else was around.

Fang Xun's eyes lit up when he saw Yan Zhixu appear.

Isn't this Yan Bei'an's uncle?

But the other person only glanced at him coldly, their eyes sharp and piercing, and his heart skipped a beat.

Seeing the two holding hands again, he felt even more confused and annoyed. As they were about to leave, he called out in a moment of panic, "Uncle—"

Yan Zhixu paused, turned around and glanced at him: "Who are you?"

Liang Liangwei blinked, somewhat surprised. He didn't remember Fang Xun?

She remembered mentioning Fang Xun to him a couple of days ago, and he even asked if she had a mole at the corner of her eye. How could she have forgotten about him in just two or three days?

Fang Xun quickly replied, "My name is Fang Xun. I'm a friend of Bei An. I was there when you came to Bei An for a late-night snack that night."

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "Bei An and I have had many late-night snacks together. I don't remember ever seeing you before. Don't call me 'Uncle' without permission."

After saying that, he ignored her and took Liang Liangwei's hand and went into the restaurant.

Fang Xun's face instantly darkened.

I don't even remember him—

Annoyed, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of the two of them holding hands as they entered the restaurant from behind, then sent it to Yan Beian without a second thought.

[Bei'an, look at your hired girlfriend! She's so unprofessional! She's cheating on you with another man, even holding hands openly, and she still has the nerve to make money off you. You need to talk to her and make sure she pays you back!]

Meanwhile, Yan Bei'an was having a meeting with the programming department at the game company, where several programmers were sharing their opinions on a setting.

The phone screen on the table lit up briefly; he glanced at it but didn't touch it.

After a while, the program manager interrupted the argument, saying, "Alright, you both have valid points, and we can't make a decision right now. Go back and write down your opinions in writing, and submit them tomorrow. We'll then compare them and choose the best one."

The meeting was paused, and the group walked out of the conference room.

Yan Beian then picked up his phone and opened it, seeing the message Fang Xun had sent.

He looked at the photos without any expression and then clicked on them.

The couple in the photo are walking towards a restaurant, holding hands, looking at each other with smiles in their eyes, their deep affection is obvious.

He stared blankly, for he had never seen Liang Liangwei look at a man like that before, nor had he ever seen his uncle look at a woman like that before.

After a while, he was pulled back to his senses by the movement of people around him. He exited the photo app, not even bothering to reply to Fang Xun's message. He put away his phone and walked forward with a solemn expression.

After walking a few steps, he took out his phone and replied to Fang Xun's message: "The person she's with is my uncle. Don't worry about them."

He put his phone away again, and this time he didn't hesitate.

~

Inside the restaurant, Liang Liangwei ordered several popular dishes that she had found online from the waiter.

After the waiter left, she looked at the man opposite her and smiled, "I heard these dishes are very delicious. If they are, we'll come again next time."

Yan Zhixu nodded slightly and poured her some tea.

Liang Liangwei covered her mouth and yawned. Seeing this, he asked, "Are you tired from work today?"

Liang Liangwei took the tea and took a sip, saying, "It is a bit tiring. There are a lot of action scenes when shooting outdoors, and you have to walk around a lot. There are also various props to move around, so it's more tiring than shooting indoors."

Yan Zhixu: "If you're tired, do fewer location shoots?"

Liang Liangwei: "But location shooting pays more."

The price is usually twice that of indoor photoshoots, and also higher than the fee for a full day of makeup at an outdoor studio. Although it's tiring, it's worth the hard work to earn money.

Yan Zhixu: "Then give yourself more time to rest."

Liang Liangwei, resting her chin on her hand, said, "Yes, I'm not really a workaholic. I work for two or three days, then I'll sleep in for a day, which counts as a weekend."

Yan Zhixu looked at the faint dark circles under her eyes and felt a pang of sadness.

I feel a little sorry for her.

"Are you short of money?" he asked.

Liang Liangwei lowered her brows and said, "Yes, I'm short of money. My house is mortgaged, and I have a fixed amount to pay every month. If I don't work hard to earn money, the house will become someone else's."

She paid 1900 million for the 1000 million yuan house, and now she has to pay the rest herself in monthly installments, which is quite a burden.

So when Yan Bei'an approached her, she agreed because of the money.

After all, they really need the money.

Although she earns a lot, her expenses are also high, and she loves shopping. She spends at least 300,000 to 500,000 yuan a month on food, drinks, clothing, skincare products, and bags. Even so, she has become much more restrained than before.

Since moving out, her old bank cards have been frozen, and now she has to rely entirely on herself. She really can't afford not to work hard and earn money.

Even that M5 was bought by saving up and scrimping and saving!

Yan Zhixu chuckled softly and said slowly, "If you're really short of money, I can..."

Liang Liangwei raised her hand in a gesture of refusal: "No need, I don't need..."

Yan Zhixu: "I mean, I can lend you the money, with an IOU, so you can buy the house first and save on interest. You can pay me back when you have the money."

Liang Liangwei stared at him blankly for a while before she couldn't help but laugh, but still shook her head: "Really, there's no need. It's true that I'm short of money, but the money I earn now is enough to pay the mortgage and enough for my own expenses. I haven't reached the point where I need to borrow money from others."

She tilted her head and said, "Besides, I quite like my current life. I work hard, earn money, and live life to the fullest because I have to pay off the mortgage. If I didn't have this mortgage, I would become lazy and wouldn't want to take any orders, and I would waste my life."

Yan Zhixu looked at her intently, then chuckled and looked away, nodding and saying, "Okay, I understand. Let me know when you need anything."

Changing the subject, he asked, "What did you talk about with that person just now? Did he make you angry?"