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"Red wine?" Yan Zirong frowned and slowly fell into deep thought.

Ning Xia stopped revealing any personal information about Qiao Zi'an after she said that, instead, she concentrated on slicing her waffle and ate it little by little. It was the complete opposite from her bedraggled state just now; it was even pleasing to the eye.

Yan Zirong's first reaction was to look at Ning Xia's upright, upright, and well-behaved appearance. She couldn't help but find it a little funny. She was clearly a goddess, but at times, she just didn't care about her image.

The two of them sat in silence for nearly half an hour. Ning Xia finished eating all the waffles and looked at the time. Suddenly, she realized that it was already past work time. She bid farewell to Yan Zirong and hurriedly left.

Looking at Ning Xia's flustered back, Yan Zirong helplessly shook her head.

Leaving the coffee shop, Yan Zirong didn't know what to do. Recalling Ning Xia's words, Yan Zirong walked around until she reached a high-end wine cellar.

Even though it was called a high-end wine cellar, Yan Zirong only found one or two bottles of wine that were worthy of the word high-end. However, after she asked the shop manager about it, Yan Zirong fell into a state of helplessness.

After ten minutes of conversation with the shop manager, she had already found out that these two bottles of wine were from this wine cellar. They couldn't be sold out, so her idea couldn't be realized.

Actually, it wasn't impossible to just buy a bottle of red wine to count. However, Yan Zirong immediately gave up on that idea when she thought of Qiao Zi'an's cold face. She knew very well that normal red wine would definitely not be able to arouse this person's picky taste buds.

After thanking the shop manager, Yan Zirong went to the wine cabinets of the various stores to consult about various famous wines, but none of them could satisfy her needs. She had no choice but to return to the hotel for the time being.

Thinking about the amount of money he had now, if he were to get rid of the cost of establishing the company, he would have little left. A bottle of superior red wine was not something that could be solved in the range of a hundred or two hundred thousand yuan. Furthermore, it seemed that his current situation was even more difficult.

Yan Zirong searched through almost every place that sold red wine, but couldn't find anything that satisfied her. There was only one solution left for her.

Sitting on the bed and rubbing her red heels, Yan Zirong thought back to the few wine collectors she had vaguely heard about in the Yan's Family. Those wine-collectors definitely had something they wanted, but …

Yan Zirong sighed in distress. It was true that collectors of red wine had high-end brands of red wine in their hands, but they all had one thing in common, and that was to be addicted to alcohol. Those precious wines were their lifeblood, and what Yan Zirong needed to do now was to take away their lifeblood.

Because he had lived too naively in the Yan's Family when he was young, he had never taken the initiative to take care of relationships with others. It was to the extent that he could think of one or two red wine collectors, and was completely unable to open his mouth to talk to anyone.

After some thought, Yan Zirong suddenly thought of a person, Chen Jiahe. If she remembered correctly, she had seen a bottle of more than a million bottles of Bordeaux in his house.

The light in his eyes was extinguished for a moment. Chen Jiahe, a familiar yet unfamiliar name. A name that Yan Zirong could not bear to part with.

If she wanted a bottle of red wine that could stir Qiao Zi'an's appetite, then she could only look for Chen Jiahe, but …

After some thought, Yan Zirong clenched her teeth and took out her phone. She opened her contact book and found the name that she had kept for a long time at the bottom of the record.

"Rong?" A clear male voice with a hint of surprise came from the other end of the phone.

Yan Zirong's hand that was holding the phone trembled slightly the moment the voice was heard. She was silent for a while.

"Rong, is it you?" Chen Jiahe's somewhat anxious voice sounded through the microphone, "Did something happen to you?"

"I …" Yan Zirong found it difficult to say anything. She did not know how to say it, much less whether she could say it to this person.

"Slow down, I'm listening." Yan Zirong's eyes instantly became warm, just as gentle as they had been in the past.

"I want to buy something from you." Clenching the other hand at her side, Yan Zirong finally opened her mouth. This was a place that she finally found with great difficulty to break Qiao Zi'an's defense. She couldn't just let it go like that.

"What is it?" Chen Jiahe was a bit curious. He couldn't figure out what it was that needed Yan Zirong to call him to buy it after disappearing for so many years.

"Does your house have a bottle of old Bordeaux?" Yan Zirong's voice trembled a little. She couldn't be sure if Chen Jiahe still had the bottle of red wine at home. There were too many uncertainties. Moreover, she did not know what the result was that she wanted to hear, whether it was true or not.

After asking this question, Yan Zirong suddenly realized that she didn't want to hear any answers at all. Whether Chen Jiahe had it or not, the conflict between them would be brought up again.

Chen Jiahe didn't answer Yan Zirong's question immediately. Instead, he asked, "Rong, why are you asking this? I don't remember you ever drinking?"

Yan Zirong didn't want to answer Chen Jiahe's question, but she had to tell him the truth. "I want to give red wine to someone else."

"Gifting someone else …" Chen Jiahe seemed to be relieved, his tone became lighter, "I still have Lafite from last year, Spanish red wine. Although she's only ten years old, but she should be able to give her away. If you need her …"

"Jiahe..." Before Chen Jiahe could finish his sentence, Yan Zirong interrupted him.

Chen Jiahe was stunned for a moment before muttering, "This is the first time you've called me by my name in five years."

Yan Zirong didn't say anything, but remained silent.

"Forget it. If you really want that bottle of wine, give me your current address. I'll fly it over to you." Chen Jiahe seemed to have thought of something and sighed. Then, he relaxed.

"That... "How much is it?" Hearing Chen Jiahe say that he would give her the bottle of red wine, Yan Zirong heaved a sigh of relief. However, her heart felt as if it was being ruthlessly scratched by something, causing her to feel a faint pain.

"Rong, are you really dumb or are you just pretending?" Chen Jiahe chuckled, "You knew that bottle of red wine was priceless, but you still asked me for my price …"

Yan Zirong remained silent and did not reply.

The two remained silent for a while. In the end, Chen Jiahe was the first to break the depressing atmosphere.