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

After Yan Beian finished coaxing her boyfriend and hung up the phone, she turned around and saw her uncle Yan Zhixu standing not far away, looking at her with a cold expression.

Startled, he immediately began to reflect on what he had done wrong that day to offend this "little uncle of the King of Hell".

It seems...not, right?

He kept his voice down as much as possible when he made the call, so he probably wouldn't hear it, right?

Even if he overheard, if his uncle questioned him, he could say he went to a friend's house. As long as he didn't go to nightclubs or other disreputable places, he couldn't be accused of fooling around at home, right?

So he stepped forward cautiously and asked, "Uncle, have you finished talking with Grandpa?"

Yan Zhixu didn't answer, her cold gaze falling on his face, scrutinizing him like a knife: "Who did you make plans to go out with tomorrow night?"

I heard it!

Yan Bei'an swallowed hard and said, "With...with a friend."

Yan Zhixu: "Really with friends?"

A boyfriend is different from a friend. Feeling guilty, Yan Bei'an didn't dare to say it directly, so she changed her words: "Uncle, I promise I won't bring Weiwei out. Not to mention her, I don't even go to those places myself. Is it wrong for me to go to someone else's house?"

He thought he had spoken very tactfully and obediently, and thought his uncle would let it go. Unexpectedly, he didn't know which words had offended his uncle. He saw his uncle's eyes become colder and his face suddenly darken.

"Do you often visit other people's homes?"

Why does that sound like it's said through gritted teeth?

Yan Bei'an hesitated and said, "I... I don't go often, just occasionally."

Occasionally, I still go, don't I?

Yan Zhixu didn't know where the fire in his heart came from; it burned so intensely that his whole body felt like it was about to boil, as if it were about to explode, yet there was nowhere to vent it.

His heart was burning with passion, but his outward appearance grew increasingly cold, his gaze toward his nephew as if it had been tempered with ice.

Yan Bei'an was stunned: "Little...Little Uncle?"

Yan Zhixu did not respond, stared at him coldly for a while, and then turned and strode away.

Yan Bei'an: "?"

As soon as Yan Zhixu returned to her room, she slammed the door shut, pursed her lips, and took off her coat, throwing it aside.

He walked to the cabinet, took out a pair of high-end boxing gloves, put them on, and bumped his hands together a few times.

Then he turned around, without even looking, and threw a punch at the sandbag standing to the side.

The sandbag was taller than a person, thick and sturdy. He managed to knock it to the side at a 45-degree angle, making a dull "thump" sound, and then it bounced back.

Before he could even get back to his original position, he was hit with a second punch, then a third, a fourth...

After being hit more than twenty times, the sandbag finally gave way and fell against the wall, its base even tilting up. This time, it didn't bounce back.

The culprit stood there, slightly out of breath, his eyes still filled with malice as he stared at the sandbag.

Not satisfied yet, he suddenly kicked the sandbag to the side.

The sandbag let out a miserable scream: "Plop—"

Going to one's death with generosity~

Yan Zhixu coldly removed his boxing gloves, threw them hard on the sofa, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

When I got to the bathroom door, I had already taken off my upper body clothes.

He entered the shower room, turned on the showerhead, and warm water sprayed out from above his head. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and received the impact of the water.

After a moment, he calmed down, lowered his head, opened his eyes, and stared at the tiles in front of him with sharp black eyes.

The image of the woman, charming and beautiful, appeared in his mind, smiling at him with curved lips, every frame and every second making his heart beat faster.

He closed his eyes, his face grim.

Since she has already established a relationship with Yan Bei'an and had intimate contact with him, why does she still want to flirt with him?

Is he trying to juggle the roles of uncle and nephew, playing both sides?

That's incredibly audacious!

And he almost fell for her trick too!

damn it!

For a moment, he didn't know whether to scold her or himself...

~

During dinner, Yan Beian cautiously glanced at his uncle's indifferent face across the table, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He didn't know what he had done to offend his uncle, but he knew that he was the one who had offended him.

He couldn't help but feel wronged. His uncle always acted this way only towards outsiders; he had never done it to him.

Uncle—

"Bei'an, why are you staring at your uncle like that? Do you have something to say to him?"

Xiao Ling noticed her son's unusual behavior and asked him a question.

Yan Beian came to his senses and felt a little guilty. He quickly said, "No...no, I just noticed that my uncle wasn't saying anything, so I glanced at him a couple more times."

Xiao Ling glanced at Yan Zhixu and smiled, "Hasn't your uncle always been like this?"

Yan Zhixu glanced over as well, and said indifferently, "Just eat your meal, why are you paying so much attention to me?"

Grandpa Yan also looked at his youngest son, recalling something that had made him happy not long ago, and smiled, saying, "Perfect timing, I'll announce something on behalf of Xiao Er—"

Yan Zhixu knew what he was going to say, and frowned: "Dad—"

"Xiao Er" is the nickname that Grandpa Yan uses for him when only his family is present, a name he has used for over twenty years without changing.

Grandpa Yan: "We're all family, what's the big deal? Saying this will make your elder brother and sister-in-law happy too."

Xiao Ling asked curiously, "What good news does Zhixu have to announce?"

Grandpa Yan smiled and said, "Xiao Er has a girlfriend."

Xiao Ling's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Yan Zhixu sighed, "Dad, I already said it hasn't happened yet—"

Grandpa Yan: "Yes, yes, we're still pursuing her. But Xiao Er is always efficient. I believe the girl will agree soon."

Xiao Ling: "This is really good news."

Yan Bei'an was shocked, his mind buzzing.

What?! My uncle has a girlfriend?!

Why isn't there any news about it?

No, what about Liang Liangwei?

She'd be devastated!

Yan Yunting smiled and said, "I'll bring him back to meet you when I have the chance."

Yan Zhixu: "We'll see."

Xiao Ling turned to Yan Bei'an and said, "Hey, what has Weiwei been busy with lately? Why don't you bring her back for dinner?"

Yan Zhixu paused for a moment while drinking the soup, then continued.

Yan Beian: "She's been quite busy with work lately, sometimes even taking on extra jobs at night. It seems she has something to do tonight too, so she can't come."

Yan Yunting: "The young lady isn't engaged to our family yet, how can she come over every week? Don't be in such a hurry."

Xiao Ling: "That's true. Beian, do you know where Weiwei's parents live? You should also find time to meet her parents."

Yan Bei'an: "Mom, we've only been dating for 20 days, less than a month. Isn't there a need to rush?"

Xiao Ling: "That's true. I really like Weiwei. You have to treat her well, in case she falls for someone else..."

Grandpa Yan said, "Since Bei'an and Weiwei are already talking and things are progressing steadily, there's no rush. Before that, Xiao Er, you need to confirm things with the girl first. I'll say it again, the engagement must be before Bei'an's engagement, otherwise, Bei'an's marriage will have to be put on hold for now."

Xiao Ling chuckled and said to Yan Zhixu, "Zhixu, did you hear that? Dad's giving you a warning. Don't you dare ruin our Beian wedding."

Yan Zhixu remained silent, but raised her eyes and glanced leisurely at Yan Beian.