Chapter 105: Chapter 6: The Imported Red Wine Tastes Good

For Zhang Yan, however, not being disturbed was for the best. He could fully enjoy this private world for two with Xia Xiqing.

Having just stolen an indirect kiss, Zhang Yan acted as if he hadn’t noticed what had happened. He looked at Xia Xiqing with utter sincerity. "What’s wrong? Is it not good?"

Xia Xiqing observed his expression, finding it seemingly genuine, and took a long time to reply. "It’s very good."

"Right? I told you that one was delicious! Here, try this one."

"Please don’t trouble yourself. I can do it myself."

"Why are you being so polite? Aren’t we good friends? Come on, open wide."

Xia Xiqing hesitated for a long while again, but faced with her good friend’s "kind intentions," she didn’t know how to refuse. She could only obediently open her mouth once more. Except this time, she tried her best to open her mouth as wide as possible, swallowing the entire dessert in one bite to ensure a repeat of the previous incident wouldn’t happen.

Watching her with her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel, Zhang Yan simply smiled, unfazed.

"Sooner or later, you’ll end up getting it on your lips again!" he thought.

"Try this one too!"

...

However, once Xia Xiqing became vigilant, Zhang Yan’s devious plots never succeeded again. Every time, she carefully swallowed the whole dessert in a single bite. If she encountered one that was too big, she simply wouldn’t eat it.

Thus, Zhang Yan had to change tactics. He occupied both of his hands and then asked for the dessert in Xia Xiqing’s hand.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good too. Let me have a bite."

Remembering how thoughtfully Zhang Yan had taken care of her just moments ago, Xia Xiqing had no choice but to bring the dessert in her hand to his lips. "Here."

The two of them interacted like this, exchanging bites back and forth, completely oblivious to everyone else. If some of the students from Provincial University had been present, they would have definitely found this scene familiar and felt the overwhelming urge to strangle both of them.

Soon, the buffet and free-mingling segment ended, and the banquet moved on to the next phase. The lights slowly dimmed once again, and the background music shifted from a relaxed, melodious tune to an upbeat, lively rhythm.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and friends, good evening. I am Zhong Zimo. Today, I will be hosting the interactive segment. Let’s play a little game together."

Zhang Yan looked at the young man on stage, recalling the information Brother Gan had provided.

Zhong Zimo was the confirmed next-generation heir of the Haoyue Group. Haoyue Group’s core business was meat slaughter and halal food processing, with an annual meat processing capacity of over 500,000 tons. Their products were primarily exported to the Middle East, Southeast Asia, and other markets.

In recent years, the group had actively expanded into the health food sector, increasing the proportion of its export business. They were a local industry leader in this field and had no direct conflicts of interest with other giants. In the struggle between the Si Family siblings, this man had consistently maintained a neutral stance. All three siblings had tried to win him over, but none had made any meaningful progress.

Zhong Zimo effortlessly rallied the atmosphere in the room. "Friends who know me probably know that I am a wine lover. Therefore, today’s little game is also related to fine wine!"

With a wave of his hand, several attendants rolled out a cart carrying eight identical, unlabeled bottles of red wine.

"Among these eight bottles, four are premium wines, and four are other wines with similar taste profiles used to throw you off. The four premium wines are: Chateau Lafite Rothschild, Sassicaia, Opus One, and Penfolds Grange."

Zhong Zimo waited for the audience to digest the information for a moment before continuing.

"Shortly, I will randomly invite four friends to play a game with me. You will taste eight glasses of wine in sequence and identify the numbers of the four premium wines.

"To those who guess correctly, I will gift a bottle of the corresponding premium wine. And for the friend who guesses all of them correctly, there will be an extra surprise!"

"I’ve been craving a taste of Eldest Young Master Zhong’s wine collection for a long time. I hope I get picked to go up and try!"

"Pick me, pick me! Even if I have to guess blindly, I want to try and get at least one right!"

...

As Zhong Zimo’s words fell, enthusiastic responses echoed throughout the venue. It seemed this man was quite popular.

"Haha, thank you all for your enthusiasm. The drawing is done by a program and is completely random. I ask for the understanding of the friends who don’t get picked.

"Now, I will draw four numbers. Please open your electronic invitations and check if your number matches."

As Zhong Zimo read out the numbers one by one, three guests—two men and one woman—consecutively indicated it was them. Brother Gan hadn’t mentioned the other man and woman, so Zhang Yan didn’t recognize them. However, the last young man was none other than Chu Chengxi, who had an unpleasant run-in with him not long ago.

And the final number Zhong Zimo called out just so happened to be Zhang Yan’s!

"Enemies truly are bound to cross paths," Zhang Yan thought.

If it were just an ordinary little game, Zhang Yan would have played casually; losing wouldn’t matter. But coincidentally participating alongside this rival he had just humiliated meant he couldn’t afford to concede defeat so easily.

The only problem was that he knew absolutely next to nothing about red wine. Moreover, this was a hellish multiple-choice question: picking four out of eight in the correct order. Probabilistically speaking, it was incredibly difficult to guess blindly.

This was going to be tough.

In his moment of panic, Zhang Yan’s gaze swept over Xia Xiqing beside him, and an idea struck him.

"Senior Sister Xia, do you know anything about red wine?"

"A little."

"Then you have to help me out in a bit!"

"I’ll try my best."

As the stage’s final preparations were completed, Zhong Zimo extended his final invitation. "The four friends have confirmed their numbers, right? Please come up to the stage together!"

Chu Chengxi flashed a wicked smile and took the lead, stepping up onto the stage first.

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