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

Chapter 334 You should find a girl who dares to touch you!

Xiao Ling squinted as she examined her son Junyi's handsome face. There were no pimples; he was fair-skinned and handsome with well-defined features. He was definitely a top-ranked marriage candidate among the wealthy families of Huacheng.

Many of her female friends and wives have been trying to curry favor with her, and they're thinking of introducing her to their female relatives, both inside and outside the family.

It's this unruly personality that makes people both love and hate him!

She couldn't help but raise her hand and slap his shoulder hard, annoyed, "It's gotten worse! Your face is covered in pimples, it looks awful!"

Yan Bei'an was inexplicably hit. He hissed, clutched his shoulder, and jumped back, baring his teeth as he said, "Mom, I asked you to show me my face, not to hit me..."

"You're asking for a beating! And you kept coming up to me, who else would I hit if not you!" Xiao Ling said irritably. "I thought you weren't coming back today."

Yan Bei'an said innocently, "It's a family dinner today, as Grandpa arranged. How could I not come back?"

Xiao Ling threatened him, "Aren't you afraid he'll hit you with a stick again?"

Yan Bei'an chuckled dryly, "Let him hit me then. How strong can Grandpa be? Besides, if he hits me, won't I just run away?"

In fact, Grandpa Yan didn't use much force when he hit him last time; he was just angry. Moreover, Xiao Ling stopped him after only two hits. The third hit almost hit her, but luckily the old man stopped.

Xiao Ling quickly stepped forward and slapped him again. Then she looked behind her and, not seeing the old man, breathed a sigh of relief and scolded, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you think your grandpa can't hear you?"

Yan Bei'an smiled and said, "Grandpa is chatting with Uncle, he won't be here for a while..."

Suddenly realizing something, her expression changed, and she immediately turned to chase after Yan Zhixu in the direction he had left: "I almost forgot..."

He came along to help his uncle cover for him, how could he forget that!

He had barely taken a step when Xiao Ling grabbed his arm.

"Bei'an, your uncle, why did you suddenly change your hairstyle?"

She noticed it immediately; the new hairstyle and new look made her aloof and arrogant uncle look much younger. He was really handsome, and she liked to look at beautiful people and things, so she naturally found it novel and eye-catching.

If it weren't for the fact that she looked the same, her voice was familiar, and her personality hadn't changed, she would have really thought it was a completely different person.

Yan Bei'an rolled his eyes and made up an excuse: "Uh... it's the weekend, so he's more relaxed and not dressed up as seriously. You can see he's not wearing a suit today."

Xiao Ling: "That outfit is indeed very tasteful. I'll ask what brand it is later, and I'll get one for your dad sometime."

Yan Bei'an couldn't help but feel a little bitter. Perhaps the one with good taste is his uncle's girlfriend?

Liang Liangwei is a famous stylist, so her aesthetic sense and taste are naturally quite high. The clothes she chooses for her uncle are of course selected from the best.

Xiao Ling asked again, puzzled, "But come to think of it, he always comes home for dinner on weekends, and I've never seen him so relaxed. Why did he suddenly change his mind today?"

Yan Bei'an replied dismissively, "Maybe I'm in a better mood today. Mom, let go, I'll go say hello to Grandpa too."

Xiao Ling: "Aren't you afraid of your grandfather..."

Yan Bei'an: "You're back and you don't even greet me? Doesn't that just give Grandpa another reason to beat me?"

Xiao Ling then let go of his hand: "Then go quickly."

Yan Bei'an quickly slipped away to the back.

No sooner had he disappeared than Yan Yunting returned from outside. Xiao Ling saw him and went to greet him.

"I'm home?"

Yan Yunting took off his coat and said, "Hmm."

Xiao Ling took his coat and didn't leave, but looked him up and down.

Her husband was undeniably handsome, only slightly older than his brother-in-law and son. In his youth, he had captivated many women.

Fortunately, he was also self-disciplined and polite, both in character and style, and always wore a sharp suit when he went out.

Her scrutinizing gaze puzzled Yan Yunting, who couldn't help but look down at himself: "What's wrong? Are your buttons crooked?"

Xiao Ling smiled at him, took his arm, and walked towards the stairs: "No, it's just that I felt like I hadn't bought you any new clothes in a while. Are you free tomorrow? Let's go on a date and I'll buy you some clothes while we're at it~"

Yan Yunting naturally enjoyed his wife's care and followed her upstairs, his voice gentle: "Okay, you can arrange it."

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Grandpa Yan was practicing calligraphy in his study when he heard a knock on the door. He finished writing the last half of a character before picking up his brush and saying in a deep voice, "Come in."

Yan Zhixu opened the door: "Dad."

Grandpa Yan looked up and put down his pen. When he saw it was him, his gaze softened slightly: "You're back?"

Yan Zhixu nodded slightly, slowly walked to his desk, and looked down at the old man's writing. It was vigorous and powerful, and the characters were in the beautiful small seal script.

"Are you copying the Yishan Stele again?"

Grandpa Yan smiled, looking at his overly pale face and the bangs hanging down his forehead, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What, changed your hairstyle?"

Yan Zhixu tilted his head slightly, turning the wound to the side: "Yeah, my girlfriend did it."

Grandpa Yan was somewhat surprised and found it quite amusing: "Your girlfriend did this?"

Yan Zhixu's lips curled up slightly: "Otherwise, do you think anyone would dare to touch my hair?"

The doting look in his eyes didn't escape the old man's notice. He was secretly pleased, and at the same time, he was certain that his youngest son really did have a girlfriend and wasn't lying to him. He laughed and said, "You should find a girl who dares to mess with you!"

Yan Zhixu smiled but remained silent.

Grandpa Yan left his desk and moved toward the sofa: "Your sister-in-law hasn't called us for dinner yet, let's sit down for a while."

Yan Zhixu followed him toward the sofa.

Old Master Yan sat down, turned around and saw that he was just standing to the side, so he said, "What are you standing for? Sit down."

Yan Zhixu coughed lightly, walked to the bookshelf and casually flipped through some books, saying, "I've been busy at the company these past few days, sitting all day. I'll stand for a bit."

Standing doesn't hurt as much as sitting down; the most excruciating moments are sitting down and standing up. The joints and injuries are in excruciating pain, and you'll definitely break out in a cold sweat. You also have to keep a very composed expression so as not to give anyone away. It's better to stand for a while longer.

The old man didn't force him, but he felt a little sorry for his son who had lost a lot of weight.

"You must be exhausted from all the traveling and work lately?"

Yan Zhixu: "It's alright, we've all adapted."

The old man said, "No matter how well you adapt, you're not made of iron. You still need to relax. Don't push yourself too hard. Sit down for a while and chat with me."

Yan Zhixu pulled out a book and flipped through it: "You said I'm here with you. This book is good. I'll take it back to my room tonight and take a look."

The old man shook his head helplessly, his expression softening slightly, and said, "I heard that your cousin came along too?"