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

At 11 o'clock, Yan Beian had just arrived at the game company when he received a call from Yan Zhixu.

"Uncle, is there something you need?"

Yan Zhixu's voice was calm: "At the company?"

Yan Beian was unsure which company he was referring to.

Is it the Yan family's Jinghang Group, or his own Bosch Group Panda Country branch, or his small, run-down game company?

"Uh... I'm at Hefeng."

Hefeng is his small, struggling game company—the latter being the nickname his father uttered in a fit of anger when he found out he had invested in games.

Yan Zhixu: "I'll be there soon. Come down in 10 minutes and we'll have dinner together."

Yan Bei'an was stunned: "...Huh?"

Yan Zhixu: "Hang up."

Yan Bei'an hurriedly said, "Wait... Uncle, after you left last night, I went home right away and didn't play outside anymore. I really swear!"

Yan Zhixu: "Oh, it's not important."

"..."

Yan Beian looked puzzled when he heard the dial tone indicating the phone had been disconnected.

If it wasn't about what happened last night, then why was he invited to dinner?

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

There are only 10 minutes left. Should I let my uncle wait for me? Of course, he should hurry over and wait for him!

This area was Yan Bei'an's territory, so he found a restaurant, made a reservation, and then sent the location to Yan Zhixu's phone.

[Uncle, this Cantonese restaurant is really good. You must not have had Cantonese food for a long time while you're abroad. Let me show you around today.]

Yan Zhixu: [There are Chinese restaurants abroad.]

Yan Bei'an: "..."

Yan Zhixu: [But Cantonese food is really good. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I'll be there soon.]

Yan Bei'an breathed a sigh of relief.

A short while later, the uncle and nephew met at a Cantonese restaurant and went into a quiet private room.

Yan Zhixu took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, while Yan Beian casually tossed his vest onto the armrest of the chair.

Why did my uncle come here today?

Yan Zhixu slowly rolled up his sleeves and sat down opposite him, casually saying, "Just passing by."

The waiter knocked on the door and came in. The two ordered a few dishes and then sent the waiter away.

Yan Bei'an respectfully poured lemon water for the person opposite him.

Although the two are uncle and nephew, their ages are not far apart. Yan Beian practically grew up following Yan Zhixu around.

He greatly admired his uncle, who was outstanding in every aspect—studying, sports, socializing, and everything in between. Even the game that he was so proud of had been tricked into playing by his uncle, a good student, only to be brutally beaten in the very first game.

He asked his uncle tearfully if it was really his first time playing this game.

His uncle looked at him like he was an idiot: "Didn't you just register the game account for me?"

"..."

Yan Bei'an was truly in awe.

Therefore, she admired her uncle even more and tried to emulate him in everything she did.

Fortunately, my uncle ranked first in all aspects, and he hovered around third or fourth place, so it wasn't shameful.

So when Liang Liangwei asked him if he was afraid of his uncle, he said that it was out of respect, and that it was true.

Yan Zhixu took the lemonade, sipped it twice, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Do you often go to that bar last night?"

Yan Beian was also drinking water. Hearing this, he paused, glanced at the person opposite him, and carefully replied, "I only go occasionally. I can't just go to one place every day. I'd get tired of it quickly."

Yan Zhixu: "Did you all go with respectable friends?"

Yan Bei'an: "It's definitely serious. Many of my friends are childhood friends, we know each other very well. We're always hanging out with this person or that person."

Yan Zhixu asked casually, "Do you bring your girlfriends too?"

Yan Bei'an remained silent for a moment.

Although he and Liang Liangwei were familiar with each other, even with their current special business relationship, they didn't actually meet up often.

His and her social circles were not entirely the same. When he asked her out, he only called her after seeing that several other people knew her.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Zhixu looked at him with a probing gaze: "Hmm?"

Yan Bei'an chuckled dryly, "No, we'll choose a different place for our date."

Hearing the word "date" stung Yan Zhixu, leaving her feeling a bit choked up.

"A date? Your date is just eating and watching a movie?"

Yan Bei'an: "Of course, what else can we do, hehe..."

Yan Zhixu lowered her eyes, her expression indifferent, and gently swirled the cup in her hand, showing no intention of joining in his silly laughter.

Yan Bei'an coughed lightly and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

The private room was as quiet as a chicken's nest for a moment, until the waiter came to serve the dishes.

The two began to eat.

Yan Zhixu picked up a piece of pork chop and put it in her mouth. It was sweet and sour, and the texture was soft and tender. It was quite good.

"how did you guys meet?"

Yan Beian was a little hungry, so he cut some bread and tempted it into his bowl. Hearing this, he looked up at the person opposite him, seemingly lost in thought.

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow: "What?"

Yan Bei'an tentatively asked, "Uncle seems to pay a lot of attention to Weiwei."

Yan Zhixu remained expressionless: "It's because of you that I'm asking you a few questions. If she were someone else's girlfriend, I definitely wouldn't care."

Yan Bei'an: "Is that so?"

Yan Zhixu nodded: "We don't usually keep in touch much. I only felt a pang of emotion when I came back and found out you have a girlfriend."

Yan Bei'an: "What are you feeling sentimental about?"

Yan Zhixu: "My nephew has grown up."

Yan Beian choked on the bread and coughed violently.

It took him a while to stop coughing, his face already flushed red. He looked at Yan Zhixu with a mix of laughter and tears and said, "Uncle, I'm 26, not 16!"

Yan Zhixu: "..."

Yan Bei'an pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears and snot, then cleared his throat and said tactfully, "Uncle, you're only a few years older than me, you don't need to be so...old-fashioned."

Yan Zhixu scooped up a piece of grilled fish and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, his dark eyes fixed on his nephew.

Yan Beian felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at, and stammered, "Uncle, if you... if you're envious, why don't you find yourself a girlfriend too?"

Yan Zhixu said coldly, "I was just remarking that my nephew has grown up. Who said I was envious?"

Yan Bei'an suddenly realized, "Oh~ so Uncle came all this way just to reminisce about how much his nephew has grown up~"

Yan Zhixu: "...I was just passing by."

He said this through gritted teeth.

Yan Bei'an wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it in, and said in a serious tone, "So, Uncle, you've come to ask me for advice on how to meet girls, or how to pursue them? You should have said so earlier!"

"Weiwei and I are alumni. She is my junior from a different department and major. We joined the school's photography club and gradually got to know each other, and we have been dating ever since."

"Uncle, you can also check if there are any girls you like around your workplace or residence. If there are..."

Yan Zhixu suddenly said, "Haven't you two only been together for half a month?"

Yan Beian was suddenly interrupted, paused for a moment, then his expression changed slightly, and he quickly said, "Um... what I mean is, we've known each other for several years, but we only confirmed our romantic relationship in the last half month."

Yan Zhixu narrowed his eyes: "You only started dating after knowing each other for several years?"

Yan Bei'an nodded with a forced smile: "Uh-huh..."

Yan Zhixu said sarcastically, "What were you doing a few years ago?"

Yan Bei'an: "..."

Yan Zhixu thought of the photo she had seen that morning, in which someone was kneeling outside the red Wenjie car, holding roses and proposing to the person inside.

The car was photographed from the side, so the person in the driver's seat wasn't visible. It might be her, or it might not be.

Unfortunately, he spends most of his time abroad and his connections are also overseas, so he has very few channels for collecting information in China. Xu Chaofeng was unable to find out the source of the photo or any more detailed information for the time being.

It seems we need to establish some connections within the country so that it will be more convenient when needed.

Yan Beian scrutinized his uncle's somber expression, unsure of the true meaning behind his questions today.

He remembered Liang Liangwei saying she wanted to woo, well, pursue his uncle, but he didn't know if it was true or not, or if she had taken any action.

Then he thought about how his uncle suddenly came to the nightclub last night, yelled at him but not at Liang Liangwei, and took her away without any follow-up news.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Uncle, last night... when I came out, I saw Weiwei's car still parked near the nightclub. You took her home, right?"

Yan Zhixu looked up at him, her eyes flickering slightly: "Mm."

They were sent home, but whose "home"...