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The pure wine-red liquid swayed in the crystal wine dispenser, and after being illuminated by the sun's rays, it appeared to be overflowing with colors.

Even Yan Zirong, who had always been indifferent to red wine, was suddenly filled with anticipation towards the wine that was about to be tasted.

After pouring the red wine into a red wine glass at a standard angle of 45 degrees, Gentleman Qiao Zi'an placed the red wine in front of Yan Zirong, "Taste it, you must have spent quite a bit of effort to get this wine, right?"

Yan Zirong raised her glass and waved it in the sunlight a few times. She didn't answer Qiao Zi'an and just smiled with a hint of bitterness.

Getting this bottle of red wine didn't really take a lot of effort, it was just that he owed her a huge favor, a favor that she didn't know how to repay …

Seeing Yan Zirong's unnatural expression, a trace of darkness flashed past Qiao Zi'an's eyes and he didn't continue the topic.

"I: 'murtingby..." The taste of the wine exploded within her taste buds. While Yan Zirong was reveling in the taste of the wine, the phone suddenly rang.

Yan Zirong opened her eyes and stared at Chen Jiahe's name on the screen. Her pupils constricted as she quickly hung up the phone.

Qiao Zi'an glanced at Yan Zirong but didn't say anything. He then poured some red wine for himself. However, when he glanced over it, the three words "Chen Jiahe" caught his eye and gave Qiao Zi'an a strange look.

"I: 'murtingby..." Before Yan Zirong's finger could move away from the screen, the phone rang again.

Qiao Zi'an raised his glass and looked at the screen of Yan Zirong's cell phone through the bright red liquid. It was still "Chen Jiahe".

"No?" Qiao Zi'an reminded Yan Zirong as he looked at her flustered.

Yan Zirong smirked and forced a smile. "It's not an important phone call." Then, he hung up the phone again.

Just as she picked up her own glass and drank a mouthful of wine, Yan Zirong's phone rang again.

Qiao Zi'an shook the red wine glass in his hand as he stared at the screen of Yan Zirong's phone without blinking.

Yan Zirong took the phone in a fluster and said, "Sorry, but I have to pick up the phone."

He hurriedly stood up. Perhaps it was because he was too anxious, but when he stood up, he accidentally knocked against the table. The unique looking wine dispenser instantly fell onto the table, a bright wine red liquid slowly flowed on the table.

Yan Zirong froze on the spot, staring blankly at the scene before her. Her cellphone's ringtone gradually faded until it returned to its previous quiet state.

Qiao Zi'an retracted his hand that he had reached out to save the dispenser of liquor. His eyes became extremely terrifying in an instant. He seemed to have suppressed his anger as he slowly raised his head and stared at Yan Zirong.

"…" He was silent for a long time before he stood up with a cold face. "Sorry, I still have things to do. I'll be leaving first."

Without waiting for Yan Zirong's reply, he took his suit jacket from the waiter and left in big strides without looking back.

Yan Zirong clenched her hand tightly and didn't say a word to stop Qiao Zi'an. She just watched Qiao Zi'an disappear in front of her, and then she collapsed back into her chair as if she lost her strength.

Noticing the situation, the waiter hurriedly took a cloth to clean up the tableware on the table. He looked at Yan Zirong with an unsightly expression and asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"

Yan Zirong gently shook her head. "It's nothing."

After the waiter left, Yan Zirong took out her phone and stared at it for a long time. However, what was strange was that the whole screen was completely black. He could not see anything. It was obvious that he was on standby.

While Yan Zirong was staring at her phone in a daze, the phone rang again. It was still that person's phone.

After hesitating for almost five seconds, Yan Zirong raised her slightly heavy hand and slowly pressed the answer button. She then moved the phone to her ear.

"Rong, are you home now?" Chen Jiahe's voice was warm.

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Yan Zirong was a little stunned. It took her a second to react, "Ah? "No, what's wrong?"

Yan Zirong frowned as she didn't understand why Chen Jiahe would ask such a question.

"I'm at the door of the hotel where you're staying. When are you coming back?" Chen Jiahe chuckled with a hint of familiarity.

Hearing this, Yan Zirong clenched her fists tightly and asked, "You, why have you come to the mainland?"

"Why, can't I come?" Chen Jiahe obviously wasn't surprised by Yan Zirong's reply, "Rong, you're still the same as before."

Without waiting for Yan Zirong to answer, Chen Jiahe followed, "Okay, when can you return? I've prepared a surprise for you."

"I... I still have some things to take care of, and I may not be able to return until later. " Yan Zirong subconsciously chose to run for no reason. She wasn't ready to face Chen Jiahe yet. She was afraid that she wouldn't have the courage to face him …

What happened that year was still fresh in her memory. Yan Zirong admitted that she was a coward, but even so, she would rather be a coward.

"Then... I'll wait for you to come back. " There was a strong sense of loss in Chen Jiahe's tone. For a moment, Yan Zirong's heart softened. She even wanted to change her previous reply, but just as she was about to say something, she stopped herself.

After hanging up, he looked at the empty table and suddenly didn't know where to go. The red wine was ruined by his recklessness just like that. Qiao Zi'an seemed to be angry as well. He didn't know if he could solve the problem of him starting a company …

She picked up her bag and was about to find a random place to walk around when the message suddenly rang. Yan Zirong opened it and took a look. It was Ning Xia who had come to rush her to her previous appointment.

If it weren't for Ning Xia's text message, Yan Zirong would have forgotten that she had promised to treat Ning Xia to a big meal. Although she wasn't in the mood to accompany Ning Xia and cause a ruckus, she still didn't have any place to go.

The Norwegian Forest was a high-end western restaurant on the Ringstrasse. Although it was relatively remote, it was not the same as the Crystal Palace. The business here was excellent. One had to make an appointment in advance in order to eat here.

The Norwegian forest was not very large, but the storefronts were fine. It was entirely made of glass, surrounded by expensive flowers and plants. Inside the glass, there were two layers of curtains, one of muslin, and one of handmade lace.

The interior of the dining hall was a duplex structure. The tables and chairs were not arranged neatly, but were randomly placed. They left a space on their own, giving off a very comfortable feeling.

As Yan Zirong walked into the restaurant, she heard the soothing sound of a piano playing on the second floor. She raised her head and saw that Ning Xia was sitting in a corner on the second floor near the window, staring blankly out of the window.