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

Yan Bei'an felt that the million was a hot potato; he didn't know whether to accept it or not.

But his uncle transferred the money directly into his bank account, leaving him no chance to refuse.

Even if he fights back, his uncle can still fight back.

"Uncle, this is the thank-you gift I promised to Weiwei. It's a cash transaction, nothing more. You can give me the money, will she know? And this 100,000 yuan, you don't need to give it to me either. I definitely won't tell anyone."

“She doesn’t know yet,” Yan Zhixu leaned back casually, his expression indifferent yet exuding an undeniable aura. “Since I want you to keep it to yourself, it means I’m going to pretend this never happened. What’s the point of talking about a settled transaction if it never happened?”

I don't know yet. So, Uncle Qian will have to pay for it himself. He'll pay back his debts while Liang Liangwei also receives the money. This is... starting to pamper her with money.

What Yan Beian didn't know was that Yan Zhixu had already been spoiling Liang Liangwei with money, allowing her to choose any brand-name clothing she wanted, and the value of her gifts was limitless.

Compared to that, what is a mere million?

Yan Bei'an held his phone, feeling a mix of emotions.

He could more or less guess what his uncle was thinking. Liang Liangwei was now his uncle's girlfriend. As men, they all had possessiveness to some extent, and his uncle was no exception. He definitely wanted his girlfriend to cut off all ties with other men, even if he knew it was fake.

"Okay." He pursed his lips and casually put down his phone.

Yan Zhixu picked up his coffee again, stirring it absentmindedly. He took a sip, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "When do you plan to tell your family?"

Yan Bei'an knew he was referring to the breakup and explained, "I originally wanted to talk about it last weekend, but Fang Xun's injury delayed it, so..."

Yan Zhixu frowned, not wanting to hear that name again, and interrupted, "I know."

Yan Bei settled in and said, "I'll do it as soon as possible. The company's game is preparing for its online testing, and there's just so much to do. I don't have time to go back to the old house..."

Yan Zhixu looked at him with a somewhat displeased expression and said, "I will go back to America this weekend. This is my final deadline for you. When I come back, I will take Weiwei back to the mansion to show your grandfather."

Yan Bei'an's hands, which were resting on his lap, clenched slightly. A dry feeling rose in his throat, and he said softly, "I understand, Uncle."

Yan Zhixu didn't miss the subtle change in his expression and asked in confusion, "It's just asking you to talk to your mother about breaking up, not asking you to come out of the closet. Why are you looking so bitter and resentful?"

Yan Beian quickly forced a smile: "No, I was just thinking about when would be a good time to go back."

Yan Zhixu: "If you really can't find the time, just set it for the weekend. I can't go back this Saturday, so I won't be there. You should feel more at ease then."

That's true. Just like last Saturday, even if Fang Xun didn't get into trouble, the scene would definitely be chaotic if he said those things to his family in front of his uncle, and then his uncle went on to publicly announce his relationship with Liang Liangwei.

Yan Zhixu finished the last sip of coffee and put down the cup.

His gaze swept around his office, then glanced at the busy employees outside the blinds, and he suddenly asked, "Is your company short of funds lately?"

Yan Bei'an was taken aback, but he didn't mince words and nodded, saying, "There is a slight deficiency."

Yan Zhixu: "How much difference?"

Yan Bei'an hesitated for a moment, then said vaguely, "It's... a little over 20 million. I've already applied for a loan, and it should be approved soon."

Yan Zhixu looked at him thoughtfully: "Your father isn't helping you?"

Yan Beian replied sullenly, "Yeah, he never thought much of my small company, especially the gaming industry. He always felt that I was neglecting my main business. The 50 million he invested in me before was the limit he was willing to help me with. I can only find a way to make 20 million myself."

Twenty million isn't a lot for the Yan family, but without their support, the group won't help him anymore, and Yan Bei'an doesn't have that much money on hand right now, so he's really worried.

Borrowing from a bank is the best option; if done properly, it's like getting something for nothing.

Yan Zhixu: "What did you use to get the bank loan?"

Yan Bei'an: "Several cars and a house."

His cars are all sports cars, almost all limited editions, which he has always treasured. The fact that he was willing to take them out as collateral for a loan shows that this game company is even more important to him.

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "You withdraw the loan application, and I'll use the 20 million to invest in your private account."

Yan Bei'an was taken aback. "Smuggling accounts" meant that his uncle invested for him in his personal name, not in the name of the Bosch Group.

In other words, if we fail, we share the profits and losses; if we succeed, we share the benefits.

This is definitely a pressing issue for his company.

Yan Bei'an was somewhat excited: "Thank you, Uncle."

Yan Zhixu didn't delay. He took out his checkbook, signed a check for 20 million yuan in front of him, tore it off, and handed it to him.

Yan Bei'an excitedly accepted it: "I'll have someone prepare the shareholding agreement right away."

He got up, walked to his desk, and put the checks into the drawer.

Yan Zhixu put away the checkbook, stood up and said, "No rush, take your time. Once it's done, have someone deliver it to my company."

Yan Bei'an: "Okay, let's have lunch together, Uncle."

Yan Zhixu: "No, I just got back from a business trip to Hong Kong yesterday. I stayed home all day and haven't gone to the company yet. I have a bunch of things waiting for me to handle today."

Yan Bei'an followed him to the door, and asked in surprise, "You stayed home all day yesterday? But weren't you and Weiwei together at noon..."

Thinking of something, he suddenly stopped talking, his expression strange.

Yan Zhixu also thought of it, smiled gently, subconsciously raised her hand, bent a finger and touched her lips, and said in a pleasant tone: "She went to pick me up at the airport, and when she met you, we had just finished eating and were about to leave."

He didn't say what he was going to say next, which aroused Yan Bei'an's endless imagination.

Where did the two of them go after dinner? Did they go home separately, or did Liang Liangwei go to her uncle's house with him...?

Thinking of the latter possibility, Yan Bei'an's expression stiffened, and he looked at his uncle walking in front of him with a complicated expression.

Have they reached the point of...having sex?

As they approached the reception desk, Yan Zhixu glanced back at him and gestured with her chin, "Let's go back."

Yan Bei'an: "Take care, Uncle."

Yan Zhixu nodded slightly and slowly entered the elevator under his gaze.

Yan Beian stared at the elevator's descending display for a while before snapping out of his daze and turning back.

The receptionist, who knew him well, said with a smile, "Mr. Yan, your uncle is so handsome! Do you have a girlfriend?"

Yan Bei'an glanced at her and said coolly, "Focus on your work, what are you daydreaming about? Even if you don't have a girlfriend, it's none of your business."

The receptionist stuck out her tongue and said, "I was just asking..."

Yan Bei'an ignored her and went back to his office.