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

Yan Bei'an muttered to himself, "Then she still has to go back to the nightclub to drive the car home today, right?"

Yan Zhixu had almost finished eating, leaned back, lit a cigarette, glanced at him, and said with a smirk, "Is it strange? How did you guys usually get home when you went out to play?"

Yan Bei'an: "Find a designated driver. Uncle, you must have social engagements too. When you have social engagements, don't you hire a designated driver to take you home?"

Yan Zhixu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his handsome face appearing and disappearing behind the white smoke: "My assistant doesn't drink."

Yan Bei'an twitched the corner of his lips and said, "Okay."

He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating, saying, "Didn't my uncle ask me to invite Weiwei out for dinner sometime? I didn't remember just now. I should have called her over. She really likes Cantonese food."

Yan Zhixu recalled the woman who had stayed at his house last night. She sat beside him with a charming smile, calling his name softly.

They make no attempt to avoid the issue of generational relationships.

After a moment, he chuckled softly, lowered his brows, took another drag of his cigarette to cover his distraction, and said in a low, husky voice with a hint of laughter, "Never mind, that's too deliberate. Let's talk about it another time."

He was waiting for the woman to ask him out because she owed him a few meals.

Yan Bei'an was somewhat surprised: "Huh? You're not making plans again? But... I already told her last night."

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow at him: "You told her? What was her reaction?"

Yan Bei'an thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and imitated Liang Liangwei's tone: "Why did you suddenly invite the two of us to dinner?"

Yan Zhixu narrowed his eyes, imagining the woman saying those words, and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle.

He flicked off his cigarette ash and agreed, "She's right. Why would I invite you two to dinner for no reason? So I'm not going."

Yan Bei'an was speechless. Was his uncle really that fickle? He would make plans with her one minute and then back out the next.

"Okay, I'll tell her later that I'm not going."

Yan Zhixu frowned, grabbed the toothpick holder next to him, and threw it at him: "Shut up! Shouldn't you have said you didn't know how to judge?"

Yan Beian caught the toothpick holder after a couple of tries, put it back on the table, and asked in puzzlement, "Can't we tell her? What if she asks?"

Yan Zhixu: "Let's ask first."

Yan Bei'an: "Oh."

Yan Zhixu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: "That's enough for now. I'm leaving. Where are you going to pay the bill?"

Yan Bei'an hurriedly said, "Uncle, this meal is on me. You came all the way here to have dinner with me, how could I let you pay the bill?"

Yan Zhixu got up and grabbed her coat: "I already said I was just passing by."

After putting on their coats, the two walked out of the private room. Yan Beian, who was walking behind, inadvertently noticed something strange on Yan Zhixu's shoulder. Upon closer inspection, he found it was a long hair!

He gasped, "Uncle, you..."

Yan Zhixu turned to look at him: "What?"

Yan Beian pinched the brown hair, which was about 30 centimeters long, and held it in front of the two of them.

Yan Bei'an: "A woman's hair!"

Yan Zhixu: "..."

This is the long trench coat I wore last night.

Yan Beian recognized it too. The coat that his uncle had put on Liang Liangwei last night was this one. At the time, the coat was so big that it completely wrapped the woman up, making her look petite.

Although both of them knew what was going on, but—

Now, if you pull a woman's hair out of this dress, it inexplicably gives off a sense of ambiguity.

Yan Bei'an: "This is Weiwei's hair, isn't it?"

Yan Zhixu stared at the hair for a long time before slowly shifting her gaze to her nephew's face. For no reason, she felt a little guilty.

He subtly looked away and said, "Last night... if you had even a shred of awareness about protecting your girlfriend, you should have put your coat on her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have overstepped my bounds and done it for her."

Yan Beian was slightly taken aback, and a complex look flashed in his eyes as he looked at him.

He gave a self-deprecating smile: "...Yeah, I still need my uncle to teach me how to do it."

Yan Zhixu turned around expressionlessly and continued walking forward.

~

Yan Beian stood by the parking space in front of the restaurant, watching Yan Zhixu get into the car.

Watching his uncle slowly fasten his seatbelt, he hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said eagerly, "Uncle, I don't need to send you any real-time location updates tonight, right? I promise I won't go to those places again."

In the near future.

Yan Zhixu gave him a cold look.

That gaze, neither fierce nor sharp, just a seemingly indifferent glance, instantly sent chills down Yan Bei'an's spine, making him choose to compromise.

But she still grumbled resentfully, "You told me not to bring Weiwei, so why didn't you let her send it too?"

Yan Zhixu, with her sharp ears, heard this: "How do you know I didn't tell her to send it?"

Yan Bei'an was taken aback: "You gave her your WeChat account?"

Yan Zhixu paused for a moment: "...No."

Yan Bei'an rolled his eyes. Did you notice the contradiction in your own words?

He paused, then tentatively asked, "Weiwei asked me for your WeChat ID before. Can I give it to her?"

Yan Zhixu seemed to be thinking of something, and actually raised the corners of her lips, but what she said was: "No need."

Yan Bei'an was truly puzzled.

It was Liang Liangwei's business to pursue her uncle. He originally thought she would definitely run into a wall with her uncle. After all, although he didn't know her uncle's personality very well, it was obvious that he was aloof towards people, even men, let alone women.

But just as he thought that, he suddenly realized that his uncle didn't seem to be very averse to her.

That day, she was in Shacheng and told him she was sick. He was just trying to ask his uncle for help, but he knew that his uncle had no obligation to help. If his uncle declined because he was busy, he was prepared to fly over and take care of her himself.

Even if it weren't for this transaction, they still had a friendship that lasted for several years.

Liang Liangwei deserved what he did.

To my utter surprise, my uncle not only agreed, but also went there in person.

Then there was what happened last night. The uncle only scolded his nephew a few times, but he unusually took his nephew's wife, who was completely unrelated to him and whose engagement was not even confirmed, and sent her home.

So it was taken for granted, so it was justified.

He remembers standing there in that private room for quite a long time.

I've been wondering what exactly the relationship is between my uncle and Liang Liangwei...

Now, his uncle has personally told him that he doesn't need to give Liang Liangwei his WeChat ID.

Well, all that thinking was for nothing.

Yan Zhixu started the car, and before leaving, he looked at his confused nephew and said, "Also, she's not like you. When do you not go out and fool around? She has a proper job to do, how can I control her?"

Yan Bei'an knew that Liang Liangwei's work hours were different; when she was busy, she would work non-stop at night and fly around every Sunday. But how did her uncle know that?

"How did my uncle know?" he asked directly.

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "She said it."

Then he drove the car away.

Yanbei An is disheveled in the wind.

He started to wonder again what exactly was going on between these two...