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

At the dining table, the servants served dishes and soup according to custom, and the family ate in silence.

Yan Beian ate his meal silently, glancing at Yan Zhixu beside him every now and then, his expression quite complicated.

The old man sat in the main seat of the Yan family, with Yan Yunting and his wife on one side and Yan Zhixu and his nephew on the other.

It's fine if you sit opposite each other, since you'll see each other all the time.

But if you're sitting in the same row and want to turn around to look at the other person, it would seem a bit deliberate.

After a few times, Yan Zhixu looked at him and said in a cold tone, "Just say what you have to say. Why are you looking at me like that, hesitant to speak?"

Yan Bei'an froze for a moment: "..."

The others at the table heard this and all looked over at them.

Xiao Ling looked at the uncle and nephew and asked Yan Beian, "What do you want to say to your uncle?"

Yan Bei'an put down his chopsticks and said, "I don't have anything to say to my uncle, but I have something to say to you all."

Xiao Ling: "Just say what you have to say."

Yan Beian looked at his mother, then at his grandfather, and suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.

He pursed his lips, gathering his emotions and carefully considering his words, before finally speaking.

He had barely opened his mouth when he said, "Wei and I..."

His phone suddenly rang, interrupting him.

At the same time, everyone's attention was drawn to his phone.

Yan Bei settled in for a moment, then looked at the phone screen on the table, which displayed a call from Fang Xun.

His expression changed slightly, and he quickly hung up the call, explaining to his family, "These harassing calls are so annoying!"

Yan Zhixu narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the name displayed on the screen.

Yan Bei'an took a deep breath: "Wei and I..."

His phone rang again, interrupting him.

Yan Bei'an frowned, quickly turned off the phone, and flipped it over. He didn't control his strength well, and the marble tabletop made a "thud".

The Yan family members looked at each other, all staring at him in astonishment, as if they couldn't understand why he was reacting so strongly.

Yan Beian felt a little guilty, coughed lightly, and said, "These harassing calls have been coming in for days, it's so annoying."

Xiao Ling's approach was simple and direct: "Blacklist, report, and flag as spam!"

Yan Bei'an: "Hmm!"

Xiao Ling: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Yan Bei'an was looking down at the blacklist when Fang Xun called again.

His thumb trembled slightly. The "Add to Blacklist" prompt was right on the page; all he had to do was press it to complete the operation.

But he hesitated.

Fang Xun had never experienced such a situation where he received several phone calls in a row, because he had always said that if he didn't answer the phone immediately, it must be due to a special reason, and he could contact him again at another time.

So why did you make three phone calls in a row? Did something happen?

But they've already broken up, so why would they need to contact him?

But what if it's really important?

Torn between his conscience and his own will, he felt he simply couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.

Let's do it one last time. Be stern in tone, firm in attitude, and resolute in stance...

He stood up and said to the people at the table, "A friend called me, I'll answer it first."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Xiao Ling frowned as she watched his retreating figure: "Is he going to another nightclub with some friend? He already has a girlfriend, why is he always going to nightclubs? It would be much better if he spent time with his girlfriend!"

She looked at her husband and said, "You'll have to talk to him about it later."

Yan Yunting: "Mm."

Yan Zhixu silently drank from the soup bowl, glancing at her brother and sister-in-law across from her with a detached expression, without uttering a word.

A short while later, Yan Beian hurriedly returned, but instead of sitting back at the dining table, he went to the living room, picked up his coat hanging on the sofa, and said to the people at the table, "A friend of mine was in a car accident and is hospitalized. I have to go and check on him. I probably won't be back tonight."

He turned and walked outside.

Xiao Ling was stunned, and quickly got up to chase after them: "Which friend is it? Is it serious? Let's eat first before you go..."

Yan Beian quickly went out, his voice drifting back from afar: "I don't know, they're still being treated. I'll go check on them first."

Xiao Ling returned with a frown, looking sullen: "What kind of friend is he? What a coincidence that he got into trouble today? I wonder what he was trying to say just now, I'm so curious..."

Yan Yunting: "A car accident can be serious or minor. Judging from how anxious he is, he's probably badly injured. He must be a very good friend. I'll ask him when he has some free time."

Yan Zhixu did indeed look thoughtful.

Fang Xun called three times in a row. Yan Bei'an clearly resisted answering the first two calls, so why did he decide to answer the third one and then leave so suddenly?

Why is Fang Xun so nervous about being injured?

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Yan Beian rushed to the hospital.

A man wearing a baseball cap saw him outside the gate and stepped forward to stop him: "Young Master Yan."

Yan Bei'an looked at him warily: "Did you call me using Fang Xun's phone?"

The man raised his head, revealing a round face, and a hint of wickedness in the corners of his lips: "It's me."

Yan Bei'an: "Where is Fang Xun?"

Man: "The emergency room."

Yan Bei'an: "Then why aren't you staying there? What are you doing down here?"

Man: "Wasn't this all to wait for you, Young Master Yan?"

Yan Bei'an: "Okay, then take me up there."

Man: "No rush, Young Master Yan. Fang Xun's injuries are quite serious this time. I just asked the doctor, and he estimates it will cost this much."

He made a "two" gesture with his fingers and emphasized, "It's 200,000, not 20,000. His family only has his mother; they simply can't come up with that much money. As his friend, I can't raise it all at once either. You see—"

Yan Bei'an frowned: "Have you completed the hospitalization procedures? Lead the way, I'll go pay the fees."

The man licked his lips and said, "I can tell that Young Master Yan is in such a hurry that he must want to know his condition as soon as possible, right? Well then, his emergency room is on the 3rd floor. You go up first. If you trust me, give me the money and I'll go pay his bills and top up his account."

Yan Bei'an is no naive young man. He has participated in investment projects worth hundreds of millions of yuan. How could he not have this much sense of caution?

He glanced at the man again; he was in his thirties, with a fierce look on his face, definitely not someone to be trifled with.

The key point is, why does it look so familiar?

But he didn't have time to think about it. What he wanted to confirm most right now was Fang Xun's situation. If the situation was really serious, he would naturally not sit idly by.

He coldly replied, "Since you don't have the money, how did you get him admitted to the hospital? I'll pay the bill after I confirm with the doctor. You don't need to worry."

After saying that, he strode toward the elevator.

The man remained where he was, watching the figure walk away, narrowing his eyes, and muttered under his breath, "Damn, so hard to fool?!"

He took out his phone and made a call. After the other party answered, he said in a deep voice, "The person is going up soon. You should start crying!"

As he spoke, he walked toward the elevator. Yan Beian's elevator had already gone up, so he had to change to another one, and soon he arrived at the 3rd floor.