President Li knew that Mu Shuoqian was a seasoned wine enthusiast, and his life was almost inseparable from wine.
Besides wine, it was said that he had no other hobbies. He never went to KTVs or bars, those places of flashy dissipation, after dinner gatherings. As for women, he stayed even further away from entanglements, and that’s why President Li made sure to cater to his interests after making thorough inquiries.
Seeing the expression on Mu Shuoqian’s face, he felt that today, the five-figure sum he spent on the bottle of wine was worth it!
The sommelier poured the wine and then stepped aside.
"Young Master Qian, please." Just as President Li was about to raise his glass, Mu Shuoqian’s phone rang. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel-fire.ɴet
He said sorry and then stood up to answer the call.
"Young Master Qian, we’ve found out. The young man’s name is Chen Yishu, his father is Chen Jiehui, who is in the supermarket chain business. He is in the same grade as the lady but in a different department. They seem to have known each other for a long time and have always been on good terms. And tonight at the library, Chen Yishu confessed his feelings to the lady."
Yuan Yi took off the black cap on his head, stuffed the mask into his pocket, and slowly parked the car in front of Pujing Hotel, turned off the engine, and waited there for Mu Shuoqian while calling him.
Mu Shuoqian swept a cold gaze across the streetlamps outside the window, his thin lips press together slightly, his silence conveying an extraordinarily chilling aura that even Yuan Yi could feel over the phone, cold as the depths of winter.
He quickly said, "The lady didn’t agree to it."
Mu Shuoqian’s brow slightly relaxed.
"But she didn’t refuse right there and then either."
Mu Shuoqian’s brow tensed up once more.
Yuan Yi instantly felt a great pressure, he was merely telling the truth.
"I got it." Four indifferent words came through, followed immediately by the tone of a call ending.
President Li felt that after Mu Shuoqian returned from taking the call, his complexion didn’t look very good.
The glass of red wine was still in its original place, and not tasting a poured wine immediately is a taboo for wine enthusiasts. So, after consulting with President Li, the sommelier disposed of the wine and replaced the glass.
"Young Master Qian, this bottle was auctioned from Bordeaux in France, I’m confident it will satisfy your taste." President Li earnestly offered wine, "Young Master Qian is a connoisseur of fine wines, the so-called good wines also need to be appreciated by experts. Please, Young Master Qian, have a taste first."
Mu Shuoqian extended his slender fingers, elegantly pinching the edge of the wine glass, and habitually swirled it twice.
In President Li’s expectant gaze, Mu Shuoqian’s phone on the table chimed once, receiving a text message.
In this era where various chatting apps are prevalent, hardly anyone communicates via text messages anymore.
Mu Shuoqian glanced briefly at his phone and without grasping the glass, he picked up the phone to read the message.
After putting down the phone, he released his hand from the glass and gently pushed it to one side, signaling the sommelier with his eyes, who immediately collected the wine glass onto the tray.
President Li watched, baffled, and asked, "Young Master Qian, is there something wrong with this wine?"
It seemed he hadn’t even tried it, let alone smelled it.
Mu Shuoqian lifted the corners of his mouth in an apologetic smile: "Sorry, I have to drive later."
Even though one should not drink and drive, and vice versa, who was he? He truly did not have to abide by these rules and restrictions.
"Where’s your driver, Young Master Qian?"
"He has a stomach ache," Mu Shuoqian explained indifferently.
Since that was the case, President Li did not insist further. Feeling sorry for the expensive bottle of wine, he himself drank two glasses and had the sommelier save the rest for later.
But the value of a bottle once opened plummeted.
After the meal, Mu Shuoqian left first. He seemed to be in a hurry, walking very quickly with his long legs.
When President Li went out, he unexpectedly saw Yuan Yi standing at the door. President Li knew Yuan Yi, who indeed was a prominent figure by Mu Shuoqian’s side.
"Yuan Yi, what are you doing here? Young Master Qian said you have a stomach ache."
Just now, Young Master Qian took his car keys and hurriedly drove away without giving a reason, and he had been standing here hailing a cab ever since. It was unexpected to run into President Li.
Yuan Yi immediately clutched his stomach: "Yeah, stomach ache, I was just about to go to the hospital."
Inwardly, Yuan Yi complained, ’Young Master Qian, you didn’t have to curse me like that.’
President Li kindly said, "I have a car, let me take you."
"No need, no need, I can go by myself."
Without exchanging further pleasantries, President Li took his leave, and Yuan Yi finally caught a cab. Even while in the car, he still pondered where Young Master Qian could have hurried off to in such a rush. Could it have something to do with the lady again?
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