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

The ladies present were all shrewd; the sound of the coffee cup striking the heart like a bell, carrying a hint of warning.

No one dared to utter a sound.

Mrs. He glared at her daughter, trying to smooth things over, and said with a smile, "Weiwei is indeed a top-notch stylist. She's beautiful and skilled. The hairstyle she did for me that day was praised by many people. Oh, by the way, didn't you all see Mrs. Yan's hairstyle when she played cards with us that afternoon? You all said she looked like a completely different person after changing her hairstyle. It was Weiwei's work. I only asked Mrs. Yan to recommend her because I liked it."

The ladies remembered this and were given a way out, so they all laughed.

"I knew it! I remember her look that day too. I even asked her if she'd changed stylists, but she was being mysterious and wouldn't tell me. Turns out she's Young Master Yan's girlfriend. Her name is Weiwei, right? What a lovely name!"

"You're so smart to ask in private. I should have asked in private too. I guess I was just too slow."

"Mrs. Yan, could you recommend her to us too? I'll ask her to design my look for the next important occasion!"

Xiao Ling's expression softened slightly, and she smiled and said, "That child is indeed quite skilled. She only takes orders from people in the industry, and her schedule is packed for several months. When I asked her last time, she was giving me face by letting me cut in line. Mrs. He also made an appointment in advance. If you need her, I can recommend her, but whether you can get an appointment is up to you to discuss. I won't interfere."

"Understood, understood. Talented people are rare and hard to find. Don't make things difficult for Mrs. Yan about the appointment; we'll discuss it ourselves."

Seeing Xiao Ling's expression change, He Yaxiu knew she had achieved her goal. She stood aside and watched coldly before speaking again: "Ladies, please continue your conversation. My friend and I are leaving now."

"Oh, Miss He, take care."

He Yaxiu glanced at Xiao Ling, who wasn't looking at her. She was calmly stuffing a pastry into her mouth. He Yaxiu's lips curled slightly with a hint of mockery before she turned and left with her friend.

Mrs. He was the most embarrassed, but she still tried to salvage the situation, saying to the other ladies, "I heard her say the other day that she also styled Mrs. Han, the CEO of Jinghua Group, for an international event..."

……

Afternoon tea finally ended, and Xiao Ling took a car home.

She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but her mind kept replaying the screenshot He Yaxiu had shown her.

And what the other party said—

She's always been popular since her school days, with many friends in her class and throughout the school, and... many people have pursued her.

She received another gift—a beautiful handbag, a newly released model—but the strange thing was… even she didn't know who had given it to her.

The only thing missing is that she's a promiscuous socialite.

She suddenly opened her eyes, took out her phone, opened WeChat, and looked at Liang Liangwei's Moments for a long time, but couldn't find the post.

Her eyes narrowed; had He Yaxiu fabricated a picture to deceive her?

She then denied it, saying it was unlikely. He Yaxiu's encounter with them was accidental, but the photos already existed and shouldn't be fake.

Moreover, she had no motive.

You can't say that just because she failed to help the other party get together with Yan Zhixu, you deliberately tried to get revenge on her, right?

After thinking for a moment, she said to the driver, "Let's not go home first, let's go to the young master's company."

Driver: "Yes, ma'am."

The car turned and went to Yan Beian's company, stopping outside the company half an hour later.

She got out of the car and walked towards the office building where her company was located.

She was also helpless about Yan Bei'an's decision to invest in the game company. She didn't know why her son didn't go to the Yan family's Jinghang Group, but insisted on getting involved in this small company. Moreover, the investment had not yielded any profit for two years, but a lot of money had been poured in.

No matter how much her father objected, she insisted on her own opinion, I don't know what she was thinking.

If the old man hadn't turned a blind eye and said that young people should be allowed to venture out and experience things, and it would be best if they encountered some setbacks, the father-son relationship would probably have soured here.

Since the old man has let it go, the others naturally have nothing to say. They just wait for him to hit a wall, and after that, he should behave himself and obediently go home to inherit the family business.

As she approached the office building, she suddenly saw Yan Beian emerge from inside. Just as she was about to call out to him, she noticed that there was another man beside him.

She was stunned for a moment.

If Yan Bei'an were simply walking side-by-side with a man, that would be one thing, but...

He pulled the other person by the wrist as he walked.

Moreover, the man was wiping away tears as he walked, and his eyes were red.

The two came out of the main gate and walked down a side path, quickly disappearing from sight.

A strange feeling rose in Xiao Ling's heart, and she followed him as if possessed.

The path is a pedestrian walkway; cars can't drive in. The entrance to a residential area is in front, and it's very quiet.

Not seeing the two of them, she frowned and continued walking until she heard a young man's sobbing voice coming from a secluded corner: "Bei'an, let me explain—"

She quickly stopped, hid herself, and then quietly peeked out.

Across a flowerbed, she saw her son and the man standing face to face, talking. The man's face was streaked with tears, and he was looking anxiously at Yan Beian.

Yan Bei'an remained expressionless, seemingly suppressing his emotions, and coldly replied with something.

The other person suddenly pounced into his arms, wrapping their arms around his waist.

Xiao Ling's mind went completely blank.

~

Yan Beian was busy in his office when his assistant knocked on the door: "Mr. Yan, Fang is here."

Yan Beian frowned. He had brought Fang Xun up here a few times to play games, and when introducing him to people, he only said that he was a friend who was still in college. Therefore, everyone in the company called Fang Xun "Classmate Fang," and even the assistant who knew their relationship called him that.

He knew why Fang was looking for him. They hadn't seen each other for two or three days. He hadn't replied to Fang's WeChat messages or answered his phone. He guessed that he had annoyed Fang, which was why Fang had come looking for him.

He didn't want to cause a scene at the company, so after thinking about it, he got up and left the office.

They met Fang Xun in the reception room. He was sitting there looking somewhat dejected, with a bandage on his forehead.

He found the gauze an eyesore and only glanced at it before looking away.

"Why are you here?"

When Fang Xun saw him, he stood up, his eyes instantly filling with tears that were about to fall. Combined with the gauze on his forehead, he looked somewhat pitiful and... comical.

"You only said we should break up on WeChat. I sent you messages but you didn't reply, and you didn't answer my calls. I was very worried, so I came to find you. Are you... angry with me?"

Yan Bei'an stood with his hands in his pockets not far from the door and said calmly, "No."

Yes, he wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he was very calm, which was something he couldn't understand.

Fang Xun choked up and asked, "Why?"

Yan Bei'an glanced at his forehead and said, "Take off the gauze before you speak."