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

Yan Zhixu walked ahead, tall and long-legged, with large strides. He was wrapped in a long black coat, and his figure almost blended into the night.

Yan Bei'an was about the same height as him and usually had long strides, but with Fang Xun, who was only 170 cm tall, following beside him, he had to slow down.

But seeing his uncle walking so fast ahead, he could only urge the person beside him, "Hurry up."

Fang Xun took three steps to catch up with him two, and complained in a low voice, "Can't you walk a little slower?"

Yan Bei'an: "My uncle walks fast too, we can't let him wait for us, can we?"

Fang Xun's gaze fell on the man in front of him, his eyes flashing with an unusual light, and he murmured, "Your uncle... is so handsome."

Yan Bei'an suddenly turned to look at him, and said unhappily, "What did you say?"

Fang Xun quickly looked away and said, "What I meant was that your uncle looks quite like you. When you mentioned uncle before, I thought he was only a few years younger than your father, but I was surprised to find out he's so young."

Yan Bei'an frowned slightly and said, "Don't say anything carelessly in front of my uncle later."

Fang Xun: "Understood."

Yan Zhixu had already arrived at the entrances of several shops, including barbecue stalls, noodle shops, and other snack and late-night eateries. The hygiene and environment of the shops all seemed rather poor, and he frowned.

"Is this the only place that offers late-night snacks?"

Yan Beian stood next to him and said, "I only remembered it because I saw it when I was passing by. I've never actually eaten it before. Usually, I call the restaurant to have it delivered when I want to eat it."

Now there's nowhere to eat even when food is delivered.

Yan Zhixu looked at each shop one by one. He saw a porridge shop that was relatively clean. He remembered the scene a few days ago when he had a late-night snack with a woman in Shacheng. He paused for a moment and said, "Let's have some porridge."

Go ahead first.

Yan Bei'an followed without any objection.

Fang Xun glanced at the barbecue stall next to him, which was emitting the aroma of cumin and Sichuan peppercorns, and looked disappointed. Helpless, he could only follow.

Yan Zhixu sat in the congee shop and ordered a bowl of beef congee for himself.

Yan Bei'an ordered a seafood porridge, while Fang Xun dawdled and ordered a pan-fried bun.

Soon, the meal was served, and the three of them began to eat.

Yan Beian tried to start a conversation: "Uncle, why do you have social engagements on the weekend?"

Actually, no, Yan Zhixu casually replied, "Anyway, I'm just lazing around at home with nothing to do."

Yan Bei'an: "You didn't drink at the social event?"

Yan Zhixu: "The assistant didn't come along."

Yan Bei'an laughed: "Uncle is really principled, he just won't call a designated driver."

Yan Zhixu: "I don't like other people touching my car."

Fang Xun glanced at the man opposite him several times, noticing that he was only talking to Yan Bei'an and hadn't looked at him directly. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the fried buns in front of him towards the middle of the table: "Well, you guys can have some fried buns too."

Yan Zhixu glanced up, but neither made a move nor spoke, and continued eating his porridge.

Fang Xun was immediately a little embarrassed.

Yan Bei'an smiled and picked up a piece, saying, "It smells delicious; it would be good to eat with porridge."

Fang Xun mustered his courage and said to Yan Zhixu, "Uncle, you too..."

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "Porridge is enough for me."

Yan Bei'an tilted his head to comfort Fang Xun: "You eat it yourself, order more if you're not full."

Fang Xun's face stiffened slightly, but he forced a smile and took the fried buns back.

Yan Zhixu stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, feeling that it didn't smell as good as the porridge from the shop in Shacheng. After a few sips, she lost her appetite, pushed the bowl aside, and took out a tissue to wipe the corner of her lips.

He glanced at the two people opposite him without realizing it.

Yan Beian spoke to this friend in a rather gentle... yes, gentle, not mild.

The latter applies to general objects, while the former...

He then looked at the young boy named Fang Xun, whose fair and clean face, short hair that reached past his ears, and earrings gave him a somewhat androgynous appearance at first glance.

If that were all, it wouldn't have been a problem, but then the other person suddenly pouted at Yan Bei'an, as if she were being coquettish... which stunned Yan Zhixu.

"..."

Does Yan Bei'an usually hang out with these kinds of friends?

He narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

Yan Beian drank most of a bowl of porridge, which was about enough. After wiping his mouth, he looked at Yan Zhixu and asked, "Uncle, was what Grandpa said last night true? Do you have someone you like?"

Yan Zhixu lowered her eyes, toying with the toothpick holder in her hand, and glanced at him: "You're here to verify for your grandfather?"

Yan Bei'an laughed and said, "Look at Grandpa's tone, he clearly believes you, so why would he ask me to verify it? I'm just curious myself, did Uncle really meet a girl he wants to pursue in the last few days? If that's the case, then Uncle, haven't you wasted all these years abroad? You should have come back to China a few years earlier, right?"

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "I came back this time because your grandfather said you were getting engaged, and he coaxed me back. If that's the case, shouldn't I thank you?"

Yan Bei'an's eyes lit up: "That's right, Uncle, you reminded me. Don't forget my contribution when your good news comes along!"

Yan Zhixu rolled her eyes at him.

Yan Bei'an didn't take it to heart and said with a smile, "When will you introduce me, Uncle?"

Yan Zhixu: "We'll see."

Yan Bei'an: "Why didn't you ask her out on the weekend?"

Yan Zhixu scoffed, "It's the weekend, and you didn't spend any time with your girlfriend either. You left her behind and ran to your friend's house. You still have the nerve to criticize me?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the young man's face beside him, instantly catching a fleeting unease in his eyes. By the time he looked again, the man had already lowered his head, and nothing could be seen.

Yan Bei'an choked for a moment, then chuckled dryly twice: "I... see her at least three or four times a week, but I have so many friends, don't I have to spend time with them too? Otherwise, after a while, my friends will forget about me."

Yan Zhixu: "We haven't seen each other for a year and a half. Have you forgotten me?"

Yan Bei'an: "..."

Yan Zhixu said sarcastically, "Besides, can a girlfriend be compared to a friend? Friends are everywhere, but you only have one girlfriend. Instead of pampering her, you neglect her. Do you treat your relationship so casually?"

Yan Beian was taken aback by his uncle's sudden sharpness and quickly sat up straight, saying, "I didn't mean to be casual. I was in contact with her on WeChat today, and this afternoon I asked her if she had eaten, but she has work tonight and hasn't replied yet. I was just thinking of contacting her later..."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, opened his WeChat call with Liang Liangwei, and planned to casually show his uncle the content of their conversation.

He was certain that his uncle wouldn't read the contents carefully.

The page opened to show the last message Liang Liangwei had sent him that afternoon: "When are you finally coming out?"

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately covered the phone with the back of his hand.

Yan Zhixu genuinely hadn't intended to look at his phone. Why would he want to see other couples' conversations? Would he just make himself uncomfortable?

But Yan Bei'an's reaction was unexpected, and his gaze followed to the phone that was upside down on the table.

"What do you mean?"

Yan Bei'an swallowed hard: "Emmm... she sent some content that can't be shown to my uncle."

Yan Zhixu narrowed his eyes: "Really? You can't show me?"

"……Correct."

Yan Zhixu sneered: "Targeting me? For example, in what aspect?"

Yan Beian forced himself to say, "It's...it's something like 'Darling, I love you'."

Yan Zhixu seemed to hear the sound of her own nerve string snapping: "..."