Gu Qinglan was taken aback for a moment, "No." She thought to herself: Mr. Yan gave me such a high salary, it made me doubt if I'm being kept...

Mr. Yan said, "I will take you back home."

This time, Mr. Yan drove while Gu Qinglan sat in the passenger seat. It was a relatively new BMW.

"I never would have thought that Mr. Yan also enjoys watching boxing..."

"I have been here a few times, but I'm actually not very familiar with the rules."

"Why did Mr. Yan come to visit?" Gu Qinglan was slightly surprised, "Could it be..."

"Could it be... like in a idol drama storyline, Mr. Yan has fallen in love at first sight with me, so that's why... hmm (deep in thought)... it's to be able to see the person he secretly admires, pretending to pass by on purpose, how cleverly schemed," Gu Qinglan commented solemnly.

Mr. Yan took control of the steering wheel, remained completely silent, and let him make up things as he pleased.

Outside the car, the shopping mall resonated with fitting music: "I am playing along with you in this performance, but I will pretend not to see..."

Gu Qinglan took out the bonus in her hand and counted it once.

When the traffic light turned red, the car came to a stop. Gu Qinglan happened to catch a glimpse of Mr. Yan's profile - his elegant contours were etched with a sense of composure. Particularly striking was the slight protrusion of his brows, resembling the most classic stroke from a painter's brush. If it weren't for the regretful scars on the other side, Mr. Yan's handsomeness would undoubtedly be fully revealed. It was a good thing, keeping his sharpness hidden.

Gu Qinglan stared at Mr. Yan without blinking. When the green light came on, Mr. Yan suddenly said, "You're looking at me like that. I suspect you want to devour me."

Gu Qinglan woke up in shock and said, "I don't eat people."

Gu Qinglan was really hungry. She took five thousand yuan and wanted to treat Mr. Yan to a late-night snack.

Although Mr. Yan is wealthy and powerful, he has not yet escaped the worldly desires. However, it seems that earthly delicacies hold no appeal to him.

"Mr. Yan, do you think I would invite the CEO to eat at a street stall like a naive and sweet female lead in a romantic drama?"

Mr. Yan glanced at the table full of stuffed pig stomach, lamb meat, beef tripe, beef meatballs, pig blood, squid slices, fresh shrimp balls, and the steaming spicy hotpot. He thought to himself, "Does hotpot surpass street food stalls in terms of quality?"

"Do boxers also have an interest in idol dramas?"

During these few days of vacation, I've been so bored, so I decided to watch a few Korean dramas," Gu Qinglan said as she stuffed a meatball into her mouth.

Mr. Yan looked at his cheeks puffing up like a little squirrel, it was really adorable.

"In idol dramas, after they finish eating, they would go and book a hotel room. The male lead would press the female lead against the wall and do things that render her speechless," Mr. Yan's statement was quite startling.

Gu Qinglan choked a few times, her face inexplicably turning red, whether from being spicy or for some other reason, it was just inexplicably red: "The idol dramas I watch don't have this kind of plot."

Mr. Yan remained calm and composed, "It seems that we have different preferences in what we enjoy."

When the seasoned driver takes the lead, things are different. Gu Qinglan poured a plate of beef rolls into the hot pot and stirred it: "Hurry, it'll be ready in a moment."

Mr. Yan no longer teased him. He picked up his chopsticks, and the mechanical watch on his wrist was faintly visible through the smoke. Gu Qinglan looked at him and, for some reason, suddenly felt more appetite. Why was that? Perhaps it was because it felt truly happy to have someone to eat hot pot with.

Mr. Yan never likes to chew his food for long, even when eating hotpot. It's not that he eats quickly or in a vulgar manner; on the contrary, he is simply too straightforward and simplistic. The frequency at which he chews his food is always much lower than others. Moreover, there is never a trace of satisfaction or happiness on his face from enjoying delicious food.

Even the most cold-blooded person would be unmoved by the irresistible allure of gourmet food.

Gu Qinglan, a food lover, was full of curiosity about this. Once, he saw Mr. Yan take a slice of lemon. Gu Qinglan was waiting for him to make a sour face, but to his surprise, Mr. Yan chewed the lemon without any reaction.

Gu Qinglan decided to give it a try. When Mr. Yan went to the restroom, he squeezed a blob of wasabi into his bowl and mixed it with a bit of soup.

Mr. Yan seemed oblivious, as he ate a piece of beef dipped in mustard soup. His face remained unchanged, while his eyes revealed a deep meaning as he looked at Gu Qinglan's incredulous expression. It was as if he was saying, "You didn't expect this, did you?"

Gu Qinglan lifted her chopsticks in astonishment, the meat fell off: "Why is this?"

Mr. Yan is not only a director of AL but also a renowned wine tasting master in the wine industry. His taste buds should be more sensitive and healthier than ordinary people.

"Besides alcohol, my tongue has never resonated with any food. Apart from alcohol, I am naturally devoid of taste." He spoke casually and nonchalantly.

Gu Qinglan's heart skipped a beat. No wonder Mr. Yan always ate differently from others. It turns out, in his mouth, even the most delicious food was just flavorless cotton. That's why he didn't care for gourmet food.

"What if Mr. Yan eats fresh grapes?"

"Nothing else is acceptable except for alcohol."

Gu Qinglan, who has a profound passion for food, suddenly felt a deep sympathy for Mr. Yan in her heart, limited to silent sympathy. After all, he is someone of a certain status, how could he have the face to say he sympathizes with a business tycoon?

Mr. Yan doesn't seem to feel regretful about this. He has become accustomed to the monotonous breakfast, lunch, and dinner in this lifetime.

In the latter half of the meal, Gu Qinglan lost her appetite and found the delicacies tasteless.