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

Liang Liangwei rolled her eyes, utterly speechless. "Brother, do you have to be so coincidental?"

However, she sent it first, so it's normal for her to see it and reply.

She sat on the edge of the bed and typed a reply: "It means exactly what it says, break up with me now."

Yan Bei'an: [Why isn't he urging me to come out today, but instead he's directly urging me to break up?]

That tone... it must be a casual, almost joking tone.

Did he think that I was just joking around, like when I urged him to come out of the closet?

Liang Liangwei: [I was with Yan Zhixu just now, the atmosphere was so wonderful, I couldn't help but confess my feelings to him, and he agreed to be my boyfriend, on the condition that I break up with you first. I sent that message to him in front of him.]

Liang Liangwei: [Perfect timing! Fang Xun has come out, and now it's your turn. Everything's in the perfect spot. I'm just telling you this privately beforehand, otherwise I wouldn't be able to have a normal relationship with him.]

When Yan Beian saw what she sent, his mind went completely blank.

He stared intently at the sentence: "The atmosphere was so wonderful that I couldn't resist confessing my feelings to him, and he agreed to be my boyfriend."

The atmosphere was so wonderful, I couldn't resist.

His finger trembled slightly as he pressed the voice call button.

Liang Liangwei was somewhat surprised to see the voice call request.

Weren't we chatting happily via text? Why are you sending a voice call?

But the ringtone was too abrupt, and it was obviously a WeChat-only ringtone that would be easily recognizable to anyone outside. Fearing that Yan Zhixu would hear it, she hurriedly walked to the inner bathroom and answered the call, lowering her voice to ask, "Why are you sending a voice call?"

Yan Bei'an's voice was low and hoarse as he stammered, "You...are you still with him?"

Liang Liangwei: "Yes, that's right."

Yan Bei'an: "Where? The hotel?"

Liang Liangwei blushed, leaned against the inner bathroom wall, and curled her hair with her fingers: "...No..."

Yan Bei'an: "You...did it?"

Liang Liangwei was stunned: "Did you do it? What did you do..."

Another voice came through the phone, drowning out the rest of her sentence: "Bei'an, I forgot my clothes, can you hand them to me?"

It is Fang Xun.

Liang Liangwei blinked: "Where are you? You're not in the hotel, are you?"

Yan Bei'an did not respond.

Fang Xun urged again, "Beian?"

Yan Bei'an replied, "It's hanging on the handle outside the bathroom door."

Fang Xun: "Oh, what are you doing?"

Yan Bei'an: "Make a phone call."

silence.

Liang Liangwei felt quite embarrassed. She scratched her brow, then, as if remembering something, said, "Didn't they say he was injured? Can't you take a shower if you're injured?"

Yan Bei'an said in a low voice, "He has a cut on his forehead and is bleeding a little, but he's fine."

Liang Liangwei: "Is it serious?"

Yan Bei'an: "It's alright."

Liang Liangwei: "Who hit him? Or did he get into another fight?"

Yan Bei'an frowned: "Again? You've seen him fight with others? He was injured a few times before, but that was because others bullied him, and I've already taken care of it for him."

Liang Liangwei wanted to say that she had actually seen Fang Xun fight with someone. She saw it once when she passed by a nightclub alley. There were several people on both sides, and that guy was holding an iron bar and beating people very fiercely.

However, compared to others, he is on the thinner side, so as long as he says that he is the victim of being beaten, most people will not disbelieve him.

Anyway, that alley is secluded and has no security cameras, so no one else knows what happened.

However, judging from Yan Bei'an's attitude towards Fang Xun, which was like protecting his own, she only said one more word, "again," and he reacted so strongly, so there was no need for her to make things clear.

To avoid damaging our friendship.

Liang Liangwei: "Oh, I used the wrong word, sorry."

Yan Bei'an paused for a moment before saying, "It was his mother who smashed it with an ashtray."

Liang Liangwei choked: "...So, he failed to come out?"

Yan Bei'an responded softly.

Liang Liangwei didn't know what to say, but she wasn't really surprised, since not many people in the world could accept such things.

A normal mother would be devastated if her son suddenly told her that he liked someone of the same sex. How could she possibly accept it calmly?

But... if parents in ordinary families are like this, where does Yan Bei'an get the confidence to get his mother's support?

She felt a pang of heartache when she thought of Xiao Ling.

The mother is a good mother, and the son is a good son, but...

Liang Liangwei: "So what do you plan to do?"

"We'll see. I'll figure something out. I finally managed to calm Fang Xun down," he paused, then asked, "Are you... still at the hotel?"

Liang Liangwei put her hands on her hips and said irritably, "I'm not at the hotel."

Yan Bei'an: "But it's very quiet over there, and there's a bit of an echo, it sounds like it's in the bathroom."

How come its ears are even more sensitive than its nose?

Liang Liangwei coughed lightly and said, "I'm in my own bathroom. I was just about to finish texting you and take a shower when you suddenly sent me a voice message."

Yan Bei'an slowly raised his eyes, his tone softening slightly: "I'm just a little surprised."

Liang Liangwei joked, "I understand, I understand. It's the same reason why I was surprised that Fang Xun failed to come out. Before, when you spoke so confidently, I thought coming out was an easy thing."

Yan Bei'an sighed softly, "I had oversimplified things."

There was another moment of silence.

Liang Liangwei blinked and changed the subject: "So, can our deal... end today? I did the math, and including today, it's actually been exactly one month, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a two-day discount."

Yan Bei'an: "..."

His throat tightened slightly: "So...impatient?"

Liang Liangwei continued to play with curling her hair, a happy smile on her face: "It wasn't easy to break through the barrier in our relationship, so of course I have to seize the opportunity. I don't want any changes to happen."

Although men are easy to coax, their cold and aloof demeanor when they get angry is quite intimidating, and she doesn't want to have a falling out with him.

Yan Bei'an: "If my mother wants to see you..."

"Anyway, I definitely won't go to your old house anymore," the stinky man said, since he always goes back every weekend and there's no way to explain if he runs into her. "As for your aunt... I'm sorry, I can't continue to keep it a secret from your family while I'm dating your uncle. That wouldn't be good for anyone."

She added at the end, "Of course, I won't tell your mother on my own; you should tell her about our breakup yourself."

Yan Bei'an responded softly, "...Okay."

Liang Liangwei felt that he seemed to be in a low mood, but then she thought that Fang Xun had gotten into trouble, so he must be in a bad mood, and she let it go.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now."

Yan Bei'an: "Okay, sure."

Liang Liangwei put away her phone, came out of the bathroom, opened the wardrobe, and was instantly stunned by a whole row of brand-new, beautiful clothes inside.

so much!!

There were at least twenty or thirty sets of new seasonal items from various brands, colors, and styles, and the tags were still on!

I glanced at it briefly, and most of them were the same brand she had bought on his phone before, even the sizes were all exactly what she wanted.

The cheapest item from this brand costs tens of thousands of yuan. He bought so many at once, which can be considered a huge expense for her.

A sweet warmth welled up in my heart, for the man's thoughtfulness.

But soon she stopped laughing.

There were more than a dozen sets of underwear of the same size and various colors piled up under the clothes.

Just imagining him, a grown man, picking out her underwear on his phone and having to choose the size made her feel incredibly embarrassed.

But I also found it funny and sweet.

A variety of flavors came to mind, intertwined together, a mixture of sweet, sour, and astringent.

How can there be such a cute man?

I want to kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!

The ringing of her phone pulled her back to reality, and she picked it up to look at it.

It was a WeChat message from Yan Bei'an, a picture—an injured forehead, red and swollen, clearly bleeding.

It should be the part of Fang Xun's injury.

But why did he send her this? To enjoy it together?

Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly noticed something fishy about the picture, her expression turned serious, and she zoomed in to examine it closely...