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

Liang Liangwei broke out in a cold sweat instantly; she had never expected such a turn of events.

She didn't even have time to speak up and warn them.

She subconsciously glanced at the man beside her to check his reaction, and sure enough, his handsome face had changed from simple displeasure to... deep shock.

Yes, it's shocking.

Actually, if she hadn't known from the beginning, she probably would have reacted the same way he did.

Yan Beian, on the other side, was also stunned by Fang Xun's actions. His hands were slightly open, and he stiffened as he said, "Don't do this... Your injuries haven't healed yet. I'll have someone take you back to the hospital..."

Fang Xun buried her face in his chest and sobbed, "No, you don't answer my calls or contact me. I feel terrible lying in the hospital. My heart aches more than my body."

Liang Liangwei was sweating. Was this dialogue from a Qiong Yao drama?

Yan Bei'an wanted to push him away but was afraid of causing him further harm, so he looked troubled.

He took his phone out of his coat pocket: "Go back to the hospital first, we can talk later."

Fang Xun hugged his waist tightly: "Then take me back, we'll be in the car..."

"Yan, Bei, An!" A furious shout came from Yan Zhixu's mouth, his voice low and cold, as if death was coming, startling the two people on the other side.

Yan Beian's hand trembled, and he lost his grip on the phone, causing it to fall to the ground.

He turned his head and stared blankly at the two people not far away, his mind going blank.

"Uncle... Uncle?!" Panicked, she forgot about her phone and any possibility of further harm, and pushed Fang Xun away from her arms.

Fang Xun was also terrified and instinctively let go of his hand. He was then easily pushed back a few steps by Yan Bei'an's force and fell to the ground.

The movement caused his already broken and reattached ribs to shift again, causing him to clutch his chest, turn pale, and groan in pain.

"It hurts—" He looked at Yan Beian in pain and helplessness.

Yan Beian wanted to help him, but was stared at by his uncle's eyes and didn't dare to move.

Yan Zhixu strode forward, his cold eyes fixed on his nephew, glancing coldly at the person on the ground for half a second with disdain.

He walked a few steps to his nephew and asked in a deep voice, "Explain yourself, what happened?"

Yan Bei'an swallowed hard and said, "Uncle, he...you know him too, he's just one of my friends..."

Yan Zhixu snorted coldly: "Friends? How come I don't have any same-sex friends who would hug my waist?"

Who would dare hug you, Uncle!

Yan Zhixu glared coldly at the person on the ground: "Do you think I'm deaf? He just said he didn't want to break up with you and still likes you, is that what I meant? You're with a man?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but grab Yan Bei'an by the collar, lift him up, and raise her voice: "You're with a man, and you still dare to mess with Weiwei?!"

Yan Bei'an was a few centimeters shorter than Yan Zhixu, and was lifted up on tiptoe, looking quite disheveled.

But he dared not resist his enraged uncle, and could only grab his uncle's arm to steady himself, his face pale as he said, "Uncle... Uncle, please don't be angry, let me explain..."

Yan Zhixu gritted her teeth and said, "Explain which one? The man or Weiwei?"

Yan Bei'an looked to Liang Liangwei for help, his eyes conveying a silent message: [Holy crap, my uncle is so angry, what should I say?]

Liang Liangwei understood his meaning and was speechless: [How should I know? Don't look at me, or the fire will burn me...]

The exchange of glances between the two was so obvious that Yan Zhixu immediately became alert and turned his head to look at Liang Liangwei.

Liang Liangwei immediately looked away, pursed her lips, and feigned innocence.

However, her overly calm reaction aroused Yan Zhixu's suspicion.

He released his grip on Yan Bei'an, narrowed his eyes as he looked at Liang Liangwei, and asked in a deep voice, "You know about this too?"

Liang Liangwei's first reaction was to deny it: "I don't—"

Fang Xun, lying on the ground, shouted despite the pain, "She knows! She knows I'm with Yan Bei'an. I'm Yan Bei'an's boyfriend. We've been together for over half a year. Bei'an only pretended to be with Liang Liangwei to delay his family's idea of ​​him finding a girlfriend. They're a fake couple!"

He fell to the ground in excruciating pain, but Yan Bei'an paid no attention to him. Frustrated and angry, he couldn't help but reveal the secret.

But he immediately regretted it after he left, because the three people standing there all turned their gazes on him at the same time, each one colder than the last, like poisoned arrows that would turn him into a beehive in the next instant.

I unconsciously shuddered, wishing I could go back 10 seconds and kick myself away before I blurted out something I shouldn't have!

"Is what he said true?"

Yan Zhixu spoke in a deep voice, his gaze shifting from Yan Bei'an's face to Liang Liangwei, his expression inscrutable.

"Are you two just pretending to be a couple? Weren't you dating before?"

There's no point in hiding it anymore.

After exchanging a helpless look with Liang Liangwei, Yan Beian spoke first and admitted, "Yes, we're not really dating. My grandfather said he would arrange a marriage for me, but I refused. It was no use, so I had to tell my family that I had a girlfriend. My mother asked me to bring her back to meet them, so I asked Weiwei for help."

Yan Zhixu then looked at Liang Liangwei.

Liang Liangwei nodded, "Yes, it's about helping him out..."

Fang Xun wanted to tarnish Liang Liangwei's image: "It's not helping at all, it's a transaction. Bei An gave her a lot of money, and she only agreed because of the money!"

To everyone's surprise, Liang Liangwei readily admitted, "Yes, I did it for the money, so what? Didn't you spend Yan Bei'an's money when you were dating him?"

Fang Xun: "..."

Yan Bei'an glared at him, annoyed that he was making trouble now, and pursed his lips, saying, "I asked Weiwei for help, so I have to show my appreciation. If she doesn't want a gift from me, wouldn't it be more reasonable for me to just spend money?"

He paused, met Yan Zhixu's cold eyes, and said with a sense of desperation, "Uncle, please don't be angry with Weiwei. She did it to help me, and I gave her the money voluntarily. Besides, the transaction only lasted for one month. Once you and she got together, our transaction ended. We have no relationship now, really."

angry?

Yan Zhixu looked at him meaningfully, but a cold smile appeared in her heart.

He's in a really good mood right now, he's super happy!

His gaze shifted back to his girlfriend, startling her. She quickly assured him, "I can return all the money to him right away!"

"What do you mean, 'give up'? You deserve it!" He grabbed the woman's hand, stopping her from using her phone, and pulled her into his arms. He turned to look at his nephew, his gaze icy, and said, "Keep this to yourself. Don't mention it to anyone else, understand?"

Yan Bei'an nodded blankly: "Okay..."

Yan Zhixu glanced coldly at Fang Xun on the ground, his eyes looking at him as if he were a dead man: "Handle this matter and this person well, and don't leave any handle for yourself."

Yan Bei'an pursed his lips: "Mm."

Yan Zhixu said nothing more, put his arm around his girlfriend, and strode away from the scene.