After 8 o'clock that evening, Mr. Yan went to attend a wine tasting event. This was the first time Gu Qinglan wore a proper suit fittingly.

A slender and tailored dark green suit, with a narrow lapel and a foreign brand label, Ted Baker. Paired with a bright blue tie, it presented a lively and gentlemanly appearance. Mr. Yan mentioned that this expense could be reimbursed, which made Gu Qinglan feel less reluctant.

When Miss Shiyi was tying his tie, it seemed like she had tied it too tightly, but the introverted Gu Qinglan did not point it out. As a result, he had to maintain an upright sitting posture throughout the journey and constantly felt the urge to cough.

He wanted to reach out and loosen his tie, but Mr. Yan said, "Come here."

Gu Qinglan's body moved and sat on the opposite side. The smoothness of the car made it feel like there was no bumpiness at all.

Mr. Yan turned sideways to help him fasten his tie. His fingers were dexterous and strong, occasionally brushing against his chin, leaving a gentle warmth along the edge of his jawline. He saw Mr. Yan's gaze lowered, deeply focused, with his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Gu Qinglan was absent-mindedly looking at something when suddenly Mr. Yan reached out and lightly brushed his left neck, right where his gland was located. Gu Qinglan stiffened for a moment.

Mr. Yan's eyes deepened as they faced the flowing colors outside the window.

Gu Qinglan also touched her neck and found nothing. There should have been a transparent gland patch, but she forgot to bring it today. Fortunately, she narrowly escaped a disaster.

Mr. Yan is doubting himself? Seems like I need to be more careful in the future, Gu Qinglan thought.

Mr. Chen turned to Mr. Yan and asked, "Wouldn't it be too conspicuous for a bodyguard to wear such an expensive suit?"

Mr. Yan gently tapped the dark gray leather car accessory with his fingers and also chuckled, "Once we arrive, you might not be able to say such things anymore."

Gu Qinglan did not understand his meaning at all. He asked these questions purely to change the subject.

After he genuinely arrived, he understood Mr. Yan's intention. In the upper echelons of society, among the elites and celebrities, even the placement of each strand of hair is meticulously designed. Every inch of fabric on their bodies is crafted with the finest human labor, fitting snugly as they wear it. Placing himself among them, he obediently wore clothes that belonged to his own class, nothing could be more appropriate.

In Gu Qinglan's heart, the little person cowered in the corner, desperately braiding her hair, wishing to give herself a slap.

The wine tasting event is set in a semi-open square, which looks a bit shabby. Perhaps it is designed to eliminate any external factors that may affect the wine tasting experience, so the setup is kept simple. Almost all the attendees are gentlemen, gathering in small groups to discuss topics that he cannot comprehend.

The organizer started offering the first type of wine to the crowd. It was a light yellow dry white wine. Every fifteen minutes, a different type of wine was served, ranging from white to red, from dry to sweet, from light to strong. Various kinds of wine were neatly arranged on the table covered with white napkins. Gu Qinglan didn't quite understand, but Mr. Yan hadn't gone to pour the wine yet.

Gu Qinglan could only stand by the stone pillar not far away and wait, silently observing. Among them, Gu Qinglan saw the most dazzling businessman, who could be more accurately described as a dashing nobleman from old times.

His features were handsome and three-dimensional, with jet-black hair meticulously combed at the temples, giving off a soft luster. His complexion was naturally pale, resembling the mirror-like surface of a frozen lake after a harsh winter. A teardrop-shaped mole hid at the corner of his eye, while his lips were thin and tightly pursed, refusing to reveal any emotions. His proportions were just right, dressed in a pristine moon-white suit, unbuttoned and revealing a pure white shirt underneath. He wore a blue striped tie, and his gaze flickered mysteriously under the lustrous lamp, lacking the cunningness of a businessman but radiating an air of isolation and pride. He truly resembled a wealthy young nobleman.

I heard everyone calling him Young Master Zhai.

Gu Qinglan looked for quite a while, and this gentleman's expression did not change much from beginning to end. He did not join any small groups, nor did he chat with others. He simply held a glass of vivid red wine, seemingly indifferent to the alcohol in his hand.

When Zhong Qi arrived at the wine tasting event, it had already been underway for twenty minutes.

It seems that many people are waiting for Zhong Qi's arrival. His gentle and elegant demeanor immediately attracted a lot of people to clink glasses and engage in conversation with him. Everyone seemed to be familiar with him.

Mr. Zhong's smile was always polite and reached the depths of one's heart. The curve of his lips transformed smoothly and naturally, while his tone was pleasant and calm, without making people feel artificial or overly eager to please. As a result, whether or not there was any business interaction with AL Company, everyone was willing to communicate with him. And of course, it was also because he was handsome.

Zhong Qi had arranged accommodation for Jiang Zhi Ge and immediately drove over. Before he had a chance to taste the wine, he found himself surrounded, feeling increasingly thirsty. By now, there were already six or seven types of alcohol displayed, but each table had only a small amount left.

Zhong Qi had not yet decided which table to choose when he heard a clear and cold voice saying, "This batch of Clairette is very delicious, you should give it a try."

Zhong Qi looked at him, slightly surprised, "Thank you."

Although he didn't really like drinking sparkling wine, he still picked up a glass of Clairette.

Zhai Shenshen tilted her head slightly and said, "I was just saying that, you don't really need to follow my arrangements."

Zhong Qi said indifferently, "Regardless, the wine on the table tonight is worthy of savoring and admiring."

Zhong Qi saw the teasing expression in his raised brow and sideways glance, he knew that he was about to ridicule someone. As expected, he heard Zhai Shen Shen's indifferent voice:

No matter the type of liquor or the type of person, it is impossible to satisfy everyone's tastes. However, Mr. Zhong is truly exceptional. He treats everyone kindly and is well-received wherever he goes.

Zhong Qi seems to have become accustomed to his mockery. He smiled faintly and drank up the wine in his cup.

Zhai Shenshen also tilted his head back and finished the red wine in the tall glass. The lights shone on his gracefully curved Adam's apple.