Chapter 814: Chapter 805: Neighbor (3)
Shang Feifei wasn’t new to wine cellars; she had seen even larger ones with hundreds of years of history during her trips to Germany and France. But this kind of house renovated into a bar-style setting was indeed a bit… Well, how to put it, this one was just too trendy.
No wonder this guy was such an expert on whiskey last time, all about either liquor or musical instruments, consistently — not serious about proper business.
Han Yifan could tell she was puzzled and felt compelled to explain: “I don’t usually live in this place. It’d be a waste to leave such a big space unused, so I turned it into a wine cellar. That way, it’s more convenient whenever my downtown bars need supplies. But this is just the first floor, the second and third floors are regular guest rooms.”
Indeed, looking around, it didn’t seem like a place meant for living. Han Yifan added, “A cleaning lady comes here regularly to clean.”
Got it, so except for the cleaning lady, nobody else is here.
Han Yifan said, “Also, even though there are spare items for guests, there are no women’s clothes.”
He deliberately made it clear, although he had had his fun in the past, he was always proper. He definitely didn’t have a habit of randomly bringing girls home!
“That’s not necessary, I’ve got my luggage in the trunk.”
“Do you want to go up and check out the rooms?”
Since Han Yifan had proposed it, and with reporters likely trailing them outside—there were even some near the company and her residence—it was sure they would be caught on camera if she left. And since she planned to at least stay the night, she definitely needed to check out the house.
“Then I’ll trouble you.”
“Not at all.” Han Yifan hurriedly led her upstairs. The master bedroom was on the second floor, which Han Yifan was willing to offer her: “You can stay here, I’ll just go up to the third floor.”
Shang Feifei shook her head: “No need, a guest room will do.”
She had come this time out of sheer necessity and really hadn’t figured out how she should deal with her relationship with Han Yifan, so she had to try and keep her distance.
Han Yifan didn’t insist. After all the commotion, it was already dinner time at the villa. As a celebrity, Shang Feifei needed to keep fit and didn’t require a lavish dinner. Han Yifan usually didn’t stay here, and there were no groceries other than alcohol, so he sheepishly knocked on the next-door neighbor’s door to ask for some dinner items.
Bo Yan had already returned by that time and was indeed very welcoming, “Looking for dinner ingredients? Of course, you can have some.”
He had already planned on inviting Xia Siyu to stay over at the villa for a few days, so he’d had the housekeeper prepare plenty of food supplies. Seeing his swift agreement, Han Yifan felt somewhat uneasy: “Out with it, what’s your angle?”
Bo Yan’s lips curved in a smile: “Come on, brother, what ulterior motive would I have—though it would be even better if you had a bottle of 2005 Château Mouton Rothschild (a premier French wine).”
He knew it! A bottle of Château Mouton 2005 cost eleven thousand on the market! Was this guy’s food made of gold? Why so exorbitantly expensive?
But going out to buy groceries clearly wasn’t suitable at the moment. Not to mention it would take a long time to drive there, there might also be paparazzi outside. Han Yifan could only grit his teeth and endure the extortion: “Fine, 2005 Château Mouton, right?”
Bo Yan nodded, and his smile became more genuine: “So, what kind of ingredients do you want? A bit of chicken, duck, fish, meat? There’s plenty of fruits and vegetables too. You’re having an overnight stay with your girlfriend; wouldn’t it be a bit improper to not have a candlelight dinner?”