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

Yan Zhixu paused in his work and looked over: "You're quite well-informed."

The old man rested his hand on his ebony cane, pursed his lips, and said, "I also know that she will be coming to visit later, won't she?"

Seeing Yan Zhixu raise his eyebrows, he snorted and said, "This is the third time she has come with you. The first two times she visited on Saturdays. There's no reason why she won't come this time. I'm afraid she'll arrive right after you."

Yan Zhixu smiled and said, "You were right. She did tell me she wanted to come, and I've already agreed."

The old man frowned, clearly displeased with the situation: "What a pretentious act! Why haven't you dealt with it yet?"

Yan Zhixu turned around, leaned lightly against the bookshelf, and said calmly, "As I told you, the plan is not yet fully implemented. It is not advisable to alert her for the time being. It is easy to deal with one person, but it has too many implications. Moving one thing will affect the whole situation. We can only be patient for now."

He looked up at the old man and said, "You'll just have to bear with it for now. Anyway, things will be peaceful after today."

The old man squinted at him and said, "Besides the plan you mentioned, there are other things I'm worried about."

Yan Zhixu: "What?"

The old man said, "Don't tell me you don't know what she means to you. Even I, an old man, can see it. The way she looks at you isn't innocent; she has a very clear purpose."

Yan Zhixu curled her lips and said, "So what if she has an ulterior motive? I'm not stupid. Do you think I'd let her succeed so easily?"

The old man chuckled, tapping the ground with his ebony cane, and said, "You're quite sensible. No matter what, your grandfather and I agree that your future wife must be Chinese, with absolutely no mixed heritage!"

He added, "Moreover, given that they are of Jewish descent, they are even more unacceptable!"

Yan Zhixu's dark eyes flickered slightly: "I know."

Since he agreed, it implies that his girlfriend must be a pure Chinese.

The old man was relieved. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 5:50. Dinner was usually served at 6:00 in the old house, so he got up.

"Let's go..."

"Grandpa, I'm back." Yan Beian peeked in from the doorway, carefully observing the situation inside the study.

When the old man saw his grandson, he immediately recalled the time he had beaten him and said irritably, "What are you hiding for? Come in!"

Yan Beian saw that the atmosphere inside was quite good, and the old man probably didn't suspect anything about his uncle's health, so he was relieved.

He took a step inside and said, "Grandpa, I didn't hide it. I was just afraid of disturbing your conversation with Uncle."

Yan Zhixu glanced at the old man with a sullen face, then at the taciturn Yan Beian, paused, and said, "Beian, why are your eyes so dark? Have you been very busy with work lately?"

"Huh? I have dark circles under my eyes?" Yan Beian raised his hand to touch his eyelids, looking blank. Then, seeing Yan Zhixu give him a subtle wink, he understood and nodded pitifully, saying, "Yeah, I've been really busy lately. I'm working overtime at the company until late at night every day, and then I have to get up early in the morning to go to meetings. Of course I have dark circles under my eyes..."

The old man's expression was immediately replaced by a look of heartache. After all, he was his own grandson, and he still loved him in his heart. In addition, when he thought of what Yan Zhixu had said to him before, he couldn't stay angry.

But her tone was still a bit stiff as she said, "Running a company is hard work. If you have the time to run a company outside, you should come back to the group sooner and help your father share some of the burden."

Yan Bei'an touched his nose: "I understand, Grandpa."

As the three were talking, the butler's voice rang out from outside: "Master, Young Master Zhi, Young Master Bei'an, we have guests."

Yan Zhixu closed the book he had opened and casually placed it on the bookshelf. He straightened up and said, "It should be Lisa who has arrived."

The three returned to the main house and saw Xiao Ling talking to Lisa in the living room.

Seeing them, Xiao Ling stood up and said, "Dad, Zhixu's cousin has come to visit you."

Lisa also stood up, and when she saw Yan Zhixu's new look, her slightly blue eyes lit up noticeably.

Yan Zhixu glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then casually looked away.

Lisa then looked away, smiled at the old man, and said, "Uncle, hello, I'm Lisa, do you remember me?"

The old man sat down in the main seat of the sofa, his ebony cane propped up in front of him, and said calmly, "Of course I remember Zhixu's cousin."

Lisa glanced at Yan Zhixu and said with a smile, "I came back to China with A-Xu this time specifically to visit my uncle, brother, and sister-in-law. This is a gift I brought for you."

She pointed to several bags on the coffee table, picked up one of them, and handed it to the old man: "This is for you, Uncle. I hope you like it."

The old man glanced down at her gesture of handing it over with one hand, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. He said nothing, took it with one hand, and then put it aside.

"I like it, thank you."

Saying you like it without even opening it shows how perfunctory you are.

Lisa pursed her lips, then smiled again, and turned to Xiao Ling, saying, "Sister-in-law, about the eye cream I told you about earlier..."

Yan Zhixu sat down slowly beside the old man, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, with the help of Yan Beian.

Yan Beian was very savvy; he discreetly pulled out a tissue and quietly handed it to Yan Zhixu.

Yan Zhixu took the tissue, lowered her eyes, wiped her forehead with it, and then held the tissue in her palm.

Yan Beian sat on a single sofa, propping his chin up as he watched the mixed-race woman chatter on to his mother about the effects of the skincare products she had given him. In his mind, he recalled the "photo" of Lisa and Yan Zhixu that Liang Liangwei had sent him.

Her gaze lingered on Yan Zhixu's indifferent expression for a moment, then she took out her phone from her pocket, pretending to look at it, but actually taking pictures and sending WeChat messages to Liang Liangwei.

Yan Bei'an: [(Photo) Guess what? This woman actually came to our house to see my grandfather!]

Yan Bei'an: [They also brought a lot of gifts. Grandpa got one, my mom got one, and there are two more. One should be for my dad, and the other one hasn't been mentioned yet; I don't know if it's for my uncle.]

As Liang Liangwei arrived at the restaurant where she had arranged to meet Su Xiaorong and Gao Nan, the three women were ordering food. She saw Yan Bei'an's message, her brows furrowed slightly, and she zoomed in on the photo.

The photo was taken with a wide-angle lens, capturing the sofa on all four sides. Two women were sitting together talking, while Yan Zhixu and the old man sat opposite them. There were indeed several bags on the coffee table.

It looks like... like she's going to the man's house to meet his parents.

She shifted the camera's focus to Yan Zhixu, observing the man's expression. Although he showed little emotion, only those close to him would notice his extreme impatience.

It's just that good upbringing masks it.

She smiled faintly, pursing her lips.

Su Xiaorong glanced at the table and clicked her tongue, saying, "Weiwei, what are you staring at like that? We've all ordered, what about you?"

"Currently choosing."

Liang Liangwei exited the window and used WeChat to scan the QR code on the table to order food.

After ordering, she opened Yan Zhixu's WeChat and sent him a message: [What are you doing?]