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

Many years ago, Grandpa Yan made a rule that as long as the Yan family members were in Huacheng, they must return to the old house for dinner every Saturday, rain or shine, without fail.

So that afternoon, after finishing her work, Yan Zhixu drove back to the Yan family home by herself.

Aunt Zhang was sitting in the back seat.

When they were almost there, they ran into Yan Bei'an's car. The two drove into the Yan family's garage one after the other, and then got out of their cars one after the other to meet.

"Uncle."

"Ah."

Aunt Zhang greeted Yan Beian and then went directly to the servants' quarters.

The uncle and nephew walked towards the main house.

Yan Bei'an would occasionally turn his head to steal a glance at his uncle beside him. His uncle seemed to be in a good mood today?

Although his expression remained indifferent and cold, and his eyes were distant and aloof, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, and his handsome features had softened considerably, making him look very warm.

Could it be that the two of them had dinner together yesterday, which strengthened their uncle-nephew relationship?

Did he change his uncle's opinion of him by proactively sending his real-time location at 8 pm last night?

He was right, uncle and nephew are uncle and nephew. The younger uncle was only so pleased to see the improvement because he had expectations of him.

"What are you grinning about?" Yan Zhixu glanced at his nephew's silly grin out of the corner of his eye and asked casually.

Yan Bei'an's smile froze for a moment, and he cleared his throat: "No...no."

Yan Zhixu glanced at him and said nothing more.

The two entered the main house and saw Xiao Ling sitting in the living room talking to several servants, seemingly giving instructions.

"Zhixu is back?"

Yan Zhixu nodded slightly and greeted her politely, "Sister-in-law."

Xiao Ling smiled and said, "Let's rest for a bit; we'll have to eat in a while."

Yan Zhixu: "Is Dad home?"

Xiao Ling: "In the backyard."

Yan Zhixu: "I'll go over and say hello."

Yan Bei'an: "I'll go chat with Grandpa for a while too."

Yan Zhixu walked to the small flower hall in the backyard, and just as she reached the door, she heard the old man's somewhat surprised voice: "Are you serious?"

Then Aunt Zhang replied with a smile, "Really, she's such a pretty girl!"

Yan Zhixu stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at his nephew beside him, and said, "You step aside for a moment, I have something to talk to your grandfather about alone."

Yan Bei'an: "Can't I listen?"

Yan Zhixu: "No."

Yan Bei'an: "...Okay."

Watching his nephew walk away, Yan Zhixu turned back and took two more steps toward the flower hall. He heard his grandfather's joyful voice: "That rascal, so he already has someone he likes? Why didn't he say anything when I asked him last time?"

Aunt Zhang: "Young Master is probably just embarrassed."

The old man said, "How old are you? Still embarrassed? When I was his age, his older brother was already a child!"

Sensing someone approaching, the old man looked up and, seeing it was him, habitually put on a stern face and said, "You're back?"

The smile in his eyes was undeniable, and his tone was very gentle.

Yan Zhixu walked over to him, sat down on another rattan chair, and said, "You're back."

When Zhang Sao saw Yan Zhixu, she wasn't embarrassed at all for revealing the "news." Instead, she smiled and said, "Young Master Zhixu, I didn't say it on purpose. It was just that Master asked me about your daily life these past few days, and I just casually mentioned that the girl came to our house for breakfast."

Yan Zhixu nodded slightly: "I know."

The old man waved his hand: "You go ahead with your work, I'll talk to him myself."

Aunt Zhang left.

The old man squinted at Yan Zhixu and scoffed, "If you have someone you like, why don't you say so?"

Yan Zhixu poured tea for the old man and said calmly, "Aunt Zhang probably already told you that I haven't actually won her over yet. It's still far from certain. It's too early to say anything. What if I fail to win her over? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

The old man nodded: "Indeed, if you can't win someone over, it must be your problem. You're not trying hard enough, you're not attractive enough to the girl, and you're not likable."

Yan Zhixu: "...So, I can't guarantee that I can really win her over. Let's take back that one-month deadline."

The old man slammed his ebony cane down hard: "No way! You're the uncle and he's the nephew. I've said it before, how can a nephew get married before his uncle? You have to find a way to win that girl over, or else..."

The old man narrowed his eyes and raised his voice: "I'll mobilize the whole family to help you chase after them!"

Yan Zhixu laughed: "Is it really that bad? The whole family? That would scare people away."

The old man was just saying it casually; how could the whole family really help him pursue girls? Was it him personally involved, or did his eldest daughter-in-law also join in the pursuit of his sister-in-law?

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Then tell me, which family's daughter is she?"

Yan Zhixu: "You don't know anyone in her family, she's just an ordinary girl."

The old man frowned, but considering that it was good that his youngest son was willing to talk, he put the topic aside and moved on to the next one.

"How did you meet? When did you meet? It couldn't have been just in the last few days, could it?"

Yan Zhixu: "We really met in the last few days. We met by chance and felt we clicked, so we started to get to know each other."

His expression was calm, no different from usual. The old man observed him carefully and could not detect that he was being perfunctory, but he also could not see that he was very enthusiastic. He wanted to question him, but he could not put his finger on it.

"When should I bring it back to take a look?"

Yan Zhixu glanced at him: "I haven't even caught up with him yet, how could he possibly come to your door with me to show you?"

The old man said, "What about the photos? We must have some photos, right?"

Yan Zhixu: "What reason do I have to get the girl to agree to let me take a picture of her?"

The old man was at a loss for words and felt annoyed: "In the end, it's all because you're useless!"

Yan Zhixu: "Yes, yes, it's my fault for being useless. Should I just give up?"

The old man said, "...Never mind what I said."

Yan Zhixu smiled and said, "I'll let you meet me once we're officially a couple."

After appeasing the old man, he suggested going back to his room to rest and then walked out of the flower hall.

As they passed a flowerbed, they suddenly heard Yan Bei'an's low voice: "I can't go tonight. I'm going home. I have to stay here tonight."

He glanced at him and saw the brat standing with his back to a potted plant, absentmindedly picking at the leaves while talking on the phone.

He figured it was probably some friend urging him to go out again. He looked away uninterestedly, put his hands in his pockets, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Yan Bei'an chuckled, then his voice softened as he coaxed her, "Baby, don't be angry. I had no choice; my elders at home said I had to go home on Saturdays. I'll definitely spend time with you tomorrow, okay? You can go wherever you want then, how about my place? Or yours is fine too. I really like your sofa; it's so soft..."

Yan Zhixu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his handsome face darkening instantly, his hands clenching into fists, and a low-pressure atmosphere emanating from him.