This was his first time entering Mr. Yan's office. The layout was similar to Zhong Qi's, except there was an additional reception room. There was a heavy grinding stone tea table with exquisitely carved patterns of the Eight Immortals. Such peculiar aesthetics, Mr. Yan was a liquor merchant, yet he also entertained guests with tea.

Further inside is a temperature-controlled wine cabinet, filled with various aged wines. Correspondingly, there is a glass cabinet filled with all kinds of wine glasses. Gu Qinglan's horizons were widened - she never knew there could be over a hundred types of wine glasses. In the middle is a wine table, separated by a bookshelf, leading to an office. On the side, there is a partitioned area with a bed for resting.

Although there are many large furnishings, the office desk can be seen from the entrance at a glance, indicating spaciousness and brightness.

However, as the spokesperson for AL, such a configuration is actually quite low-profile.

Mr. Yan habitually furrowed his brows. After taking a sip of cold water, he poured a cup of hot tea for Gu Qinglan instead. Gu Qinglan was slightly taken aback by this gesture and accepted the cup with both hands from the coaster. He didn't know how to appreciate tea, thinking that such good tea was a bit wasted...

Hmm...it's still quite sweet.

"Why is Mr. Yan not drinking tea?"

After a while, I still need to taste the new wine. The astringency of tea will affect the taste buds," even though he couldn't actually taste the tea at all.

Gu Qinglan nodded, so there's still this kind of knowledge.

The bonsai on the tea table appears quite valuable, with a serene and dignified presence. The dark green color of the pine tree conveys a sense of strength and vitality, while maintaining a simple and unpretentious beauty.

Mr. Yan seemed to really like this potted plant. He used his fingers to flick the leaves. Gu Qinglan didn't share the same interest; he stood beside, thinking about what to have for dinner tonight. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a long spider leg protruding from behind the pot. His pupils contracted, his face turned pale, as if facing a formidable enemy. With its hairy and disproportionately long eight legs, its dark and round body, and its small and dim eyes, it resembled a monstrous creature from outer space, practically Gu Qinglan's childhood nightmare.

As Mr. Yan got up and walked to the desk, leaving Gu Qinglan alone to face the monstrous spider, the atmosphere instantly became very tense. However, as a bodyguard, how could he be afraid of spiders? Holding his breath, he silently moved away, but the spider continued to push boundaries and approached menacingly, showing its fangs and claws as it approached the imperial bed...

Mr. Yan was studying this year's new wine when he suddenly heard a clanging noise from the wine cabinet. The red wine in his cup rippled and became unsettled. Gu Qinglan bumped into the wine cabinet, appearing quite startled. In the blink of an eye, she forcefully regained her composure, calming herself down. This caused Mr. Yan to smile slightly.

He noticed the spider on the Empress's chair but paid it no mind.

Gu Qinglan's heart was in a panic, and the spider was also terrified. It was frozen in place, afraid to move. The two of them, Gu Qinglan and the spider, were locked in a tense standoff. Gu Qinglan slowly shifted against the wine cabinet, and the spider moved slowly along the edge of the bed. Suddenly, its eight legs swiftly sprung into action, resembling a frenzy of hooked claws as it lunged towards him.

Gu Qinglan was startled, and in his panic, he accidentally bumped into the cup rack. With a loud crash, the cups were about to fall to the ground, but he swiftly caught them with his quick reflexes. The tea canister next to it also shook twice and rolled down. Gu Qinglan's heart raced with fear as he slipped and fell to the ground, stretching out his leg to catch it, finally managing to save the porcelain jar.

Gu Qinglan lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He noticed that the spider was staring at him, and time seemed to freeze for a second. Gu Qinglan almost stopped breathing and rolled on the ground, crashing into a wine cabinet. Several bottles of red wine teetered precariously.

Watching as several months' worth of wages were about to vanish, Gu Qinglan sprang up from her seat and steadied the glass of wine.

Mr. Yan could only get up, otherwise his drink would be ruined if he didn't act soon.

Just as Gu Qinglan caught her breath, a spider scurried to her feet. Startled, the small bodyguard jumped up and accidentally bumped into Mr. Yan's arms, which were filled with the fragrance of violet wine.

What caught her eyes were the intricate, flickering hues in Mr. Yan's pupils. Gu Qinglan stood there in a daze for a while.

A spider crawling near his feet startled him awake.

With a heavy thud, Gu Qinglan squatted down while clutching his waist. The adjacent wine table had been moved an inch by his collision. That table was made of solid and sturdy birch wood, weighing at least a thousand catties.

Mr. Yan could sense that pain and asked, "Are you alright?"

Gu Qinglan winced in pain, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Yan... Mr. Yan, is this your pet?"

"No, there are a lot of spiders in the woods behind here. Occasionally, some of them would come in. They look harmless." Mr. Yan pushed open the window, and his hoarse voice was softened by the breeze that rushed in.

"Heh... it's strange... strangely cute..." Gu Qinglan held her waist and kept moving backward.

Mr. Yan stood by the window and said, "Come here."

The trees outside the window resembled a green monster, standing right behind Mr. Yan.