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

Yan Bei'an's hand trembled, and he almost drove the car towards the roadside guardrail!

He quickly gripped the steering wheel, both amused and exasperated, and said, "What are you thinking! You can say this to me, but you absolutely mustn't say it in front of my uncle."

Liang Liangwei rolled her eyes: "Even a fool could figure that out. How could I possibly ask him that in front of him!"

Yan Bei'an: "..."

Liang Liangwei glanced at him: "You seem very afraid of being small?"

Yan Bei'an clicked his tongue: "How can you talk like that? I was just showing respect!"

Hard mouth!

Liang Liangwei was too lazy to call him out.

Yan Beian pursed his lips and said, "I advise you not to have that kind of idea. My uncle isn't that easy to...pursue."

He simply couldn't bring himself to use the word "seduce" to describe his uncle.

Liang Liangwei: "How did you know? Did you pursue her?"

Yan Bei'an almost choked on his own saliva.

This woman really dares to say anything!

He said irritably, "Use your own brain to think. He's my respected uncle, how could I possibly treat him like this..."

Thinking of his uncle's cold face, he couldn't help but shiver.

Although he was attracted to men, he was still inherently conscious of his life and dared not harbor any romantic feelings for his uncle, that unattainable beauty...

Liang Liangwei waved her phone: "Send me your WeChat contact card."

Yan Bei'an: "Am I out of my mind? I'm pushing his business card at you!"

Liang Liangwei: "I won't tell anyone about you."

Yan Bei'an wasn't that stupid: "Based on our relationship, do you think my uncle wouldn't be able to guess?"

Liang Liangwei: "You stingy person."

Yan Bei'an said unhappily, "If you're so capable, why don't you go yourself?"

Liang Liangwei: "If I want it, I will. Do you think I wouldn't dare?"

Yan Bei was relieved: "What if we can't get it?"

Liang Liangwei: "If I can't win him over, I might as well just get engaged to you. Anyway, I can't get him."

Yan Bei'an sweated profusely: "Hey..."

Liang Liangwei chuckled and said, "Just kidding. I'll definitely keep going until I get what I want."

Yan Bei paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Don't mess up what we agreed on. What if my uncle gets angry and goes to complain to my grandfather..."

Liang Liangwei tilted her head and said, "He doesn't seem like the gossipy person he is."

Yan Bei'an: "But in his eyes, you're my girlfriend. You're dating me, and you're going to flirt with him. Do you think he won't get suspicious?"

Liang Liangwei: "That's why I'm telling you to come out of the closet as soon as possible."

Yan Bei'an choked, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest, and impatiently replied, "I know."

~

Yan Beian dropped Liang Liangwei off at her apartment complex. He wanted to ask her a few more questions about how she planned to get closer to her uncle, but then he saw the woman quickly unbuckle her seatbelt, open the door, and get out of the car.

"Transfer the money to me as soon as possible~" Liang Liangwei waved to him with a smile, closed the door, and turned and entered the community gate with a graceful movement.

Yan Bei'an stared blankly at the retreating figure, then sighed after a moment, his face showing distress.

Coming out of the closet isn't that easy. Did she think it was good news?

He even had the audacity to say he wanted to pursue his uncle. Pshaw, I don't know where he got the wicked thought... I mean, the courage!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt—though he didn't know why he felt uneasy. He looked down at his phone, made some transactions, transferred 20 yuan to a certain account, and then started his car and drove away.

~

Liang Liangwei made a last-minute arrangement to take two days off in order to go to the Yan family.

She is one of the partners in a styling studio. She studied photography in college, during which time she also got into makeup and obtained a qualification certificate. Before graduating, she and her best friend opened a studio, specializing in designing and styling looks for celebrities and socialites for events. Over the years, she has become quite well-known in the industry, and many wealthy ladies and big names specifically request her to do their makeup for them when attending grand events.

Her purpose in helping Yan Bei'an was simple: money. After all, a day's makeup and photography would only cost tens of thousands of yuan, but she could earn 20 yuan for acting in a play with Yan Bei'an. It seemed like a good deal no matter how you looked at it.

As soon as she entered the elevator, her phone rang. She took it out and saw that it was a message that 20 yuan had been deposited into her bank account. She smiled.

When she got home, she changed her shoes, washed her hands, pulled her suitcase into the room, put her belongings away, and then came out again.

I went into the bathroom to remove my makeup and wash my face, then applied a hydrating face mask, gently patting my cheeks to promote absorption, before slowly walking into the study.

I took out my laptop, opened it, logged into WeChat, and started working.

She receives new job offers every day, all from acquaintances or referrals. At her busiest times, clients of all stature have to wait in line, so it's hard to say who is truly the most important.

After receiving several new orders and organizing them, she sent them to her assistant to be added to the schedule. Only then did she relax, stretch, and lean back.

When I relax, certain images suddenly flash back into my mind.

The man had a lean, muscular waist, a sharp back, a cool profile, and thin, arched eyebrows...

Her heart started pounding uncontrollably again!

~

That night, Yan Beian was having dinner with friends at a club when he saw a familiar figure as he stepped out of his private room to answer a phone call.

When he finished his call and came out of the small hall, the person was still there, so he quickly went up to greet him.

"Uncle."

Yan Zhixu was talking to someone when he heard the voice and turned his head to look. When he saw it was him, he turned back to his head without any expression.

"Then it's settled. I'll meet you the day after tomorrow," my friend said.

Yan Zhixu nodded, watched his friend leave, put the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and then glanced at his nephew waiting to the side.

"Is something wrong?"

Yan Bei'an stood aside waiting for him to say goodbye to his friends before stepping forward and smiling, "Uncle, what a coincidence, you're here to eat too?"

Yan Zhixu hummed in agreement, put one hand in his pocket, took a light puff of his cigarette, then lifted it away, wisps of smoke drifting from his lips, and said in a light tone, "Which room are you in? I was just about to pay the bill, let's pay together."

Yan Bei'an hurriedly replied, "No need, no need. My friend is treating today, so I don't need to spend any money."

Yan Zhixu nodded knowingly, then asked again, "Is there something you need?"

Yan Beian didn't actually have anything to say; he just saw him and came over to say hello.

Looking at Yan Zhixu's handsome face and the unhurried way he smoked, his tall and elegant figure exuded a noble and aloof air. He thought to himself that his uncle was indeed very charming, no wonder Liang Liangwei, that thorny rose, could fall for him.

Thinking of Liang Liangwei reminded him of the question she had asked him at noon. He hesitated for a moment, then asked casually, "How long will Uncle stay this time?"

Yan Zhixu: "I won't be here for long."

How long is "not long"? Ten days, half a month, or a month or two? They didn't give a definite answer.

Yan Bei'an: "Then... will Uncle often go back to Grandpa's place to stay? Or does he also live outside?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhixu glanced at him again, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You yourself don't seem to live there often, yet you've started paying attention to me."

Yan Bei'an chuckled dryly, "Well... I haven't seen my uncle in a long time. It's rare for him to come back to the country, so I was just checking in..."

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "It's impossible for me to stay there permanently. I'll just visit him when I have time. I'll stay in the same old place."

Yan Beian blinked and asked, "Qinglan Bay or Hefeng Harbor?"

"..." Yan Zhixu paused for a moment before slowly saying, "What, trying to freeload a meal?"

Yan Bei'an was sweating profusely. "It wasn't me, someone else wanted to use your bed!"

He thought this to himself, but of course he wouldn't dare say it aloud. He forced a smile and said, "No, it's just that I'm concerned, concerned, hehe..."

Yan Zhixu snorted softly, casually extinguishing the cigarette between his fingers in the nearby trash can. His lowered eyes flickered slightly, as if he were lost in thought.

When he straightened up, he glanced at Yan Bei'an with cold eyes again and said indifferently, "Are you very free? Didn't you get a girlfriend and get married soon? Instead of caring about her, you come to care about me?"

Yan Bei'an blurted out, "I'm not going to marry her so soon. My mother has only proposed an engagement..."

Yan Zhixu raised his dark eyes slightly: "Isn't an engagement a sure way to get married? It can't be far off, can it?"

Yan Bei'an choked up, unable to utter a word of denial under his meaningful gaze.

My uncle is terrifying. He's incredibly shrewd, and his eyes seem to see right through people. I dared not look him in the eye anymore, so I quickly looked away and said with a laugh, "Uncle, I'm actually not free at all. My friend is waiting for me. I'll go now. Goodbye, Uncle."

After saying that, he quickly turned and left, afraid that he would be called back and asked more questions.

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow. He had mentioned his girlfriend, but Yan Zhixu had mentioned his clients. Was his client more important than his girlfriend?

He watched his nephew flee in panic, his brows furrowing involuntarily, because the face of a certain woman inappropriately flashed into his mind...