"Heh." Gu Lan'an seemed to have not noticed the coldness in his words, and happily smiled, saying, "That's great."

Zhao Ye remained silent, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile that even he didn't notice. He drank his wine, completely ignoring the existence of Gu Lan An. Zhao Ye didn't speak, and Gu Lan An didn't open his mouth either. He knew that Zhao Ye liked silence and would give it to him. As he stood there, silently observing Zhao Ye's every move, his heart was filled with happiness that felt like it was about to burst. Being able to be with the person he liked, even if they didn't do anything, was the greatest happiness.

Stupid idiot, why won't you speak up proactively and be more enthusiastic? Just go for it, this is truly pathetic." The onlooker, Anna, who was watching and eating her melon seeds, felt anxious and couldn't help but offer her unsolicited advice.

"What? Auntie, what did you say?" The girl who was speaking with her couldn't understand clearly, looking at Anna with an anxious expression and asking.

Anna regained her composure when she was asked, "It was nothing." She smiled gently and said, "I was just complimenting how nice your dress is."

"Oh? This is a design by the renowned French designer Eric. Auntie, if you like it, I can have him customize one for you with your name on it." The spoiled young lady was pleasantly surprised, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"Thank you for the kind offer, but I don't need it. It wouldn't be suitable for me to wear this kind of dress when I'm older. It's more appropriate for you young folks." Anna chuckled and glanced at the still silent Gu Lan'an, gritting her teeth in frustration.

"Nala, Auntie, you look like you're only 18," Qianjin praised.

"Haha? Is that so?" Anna was completely drawn back to attention by her words, as she touched her own face and asked, "Do I still look young?"

"Of course, Auntie, your skin is... omitting countless ingratiating words."

Anna, who was not paying attention, suddenly sensed some movement from Gu Lan'an's side. However, this movement was not caused by Gu Lan'an; it was Zhao Ye.

"Please have a seat." Feeling uneasy under the gaze of Gu Lan'an, Zhao Ye shifted his body slightly and made room for me.

"Ah? Are you calling me?" Gu Lan'an's face showed a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

"Is there anyone else here?" Zhao Ye asked in return, starting to doubt his initial understanding of Gu Lan'an. This person didn't seem clever enough to find the main benefactor; clearly, he was rather slow-witted.

Gu Lan'an looked around and indeed, there was no one. The spot where Zhao Ye was sitting was in a corner, with several tree carvings blocking the way, creating a great distance between him and the crowd. It made sense. If there were people around, how could he stand there and watch Zhao Ye for so long without being approached? How could Zhao Ye not be surrounded and approached by people on their own initiative?

"No," replied Gu Lan'an to Zhao Ye's words. She was almost driven to tears by her own stupidity, feeling a tremendous sense of frustration. The beautiful image she had in front of Zhao Ye was completely ruined.

Gently sniffing, Gu Lan'an adjusted her expression and sat down next to Zhao Ye. Seeing that his wine bottle was empty, she quickly beckoned to a passing servant and said, "Go bring another bottle of the wine exclusively served at this table."

Zhao Ye blinked and thought for a moment. He decided to ask if the alcohol he was drinking was meant for entertaining others. If he had made a mistake, it would be a good opportunity to repay the cost. "Was there a previous customer at this table?"

"No, just you." Gu Lan'an looked at him with a grin. His wife was becoming more and more attractive in his eyes. If possible, he really wanted to hug him, or be hugged by him.

"Me?" Zhao Ye was puzzled, "So, is this wine specially for me?"

"Yeah, I know you like it, so I went to my dad's place and got a few bottles," Gu Lanan answered.

"How do you know that I like it?" Zhao Ye became even more puzzled. Because he rarely attended gatherings or chatted with people, the only person who knew that he liked this kind of wine was Lin Xuan. And Lin Xuan, it seemed, didn't know Gu Lan'an, let alone talk about these things.