At those words, Liang Yixing's eyelid twitched violently. To accurately identify a specific wine from among five options was no easy feat. For the uninitiated, red wine was either "bitter" or "all the same," and distinguishing between them felt near impossible. Even someone like him—a prominent CEO accustomed to lavish banquets and social engagements—lacked the confidence to take on such a challenge.
What's more, the wine Su Wanwan referred to was something he had never even heard of. Judging by the waiter's attitude, it was likely even rarer and more prestigious than a bottle of Lafite.
Trying to offer her a way out, Liang Yixing spoke up. "Forget it, this is too much trouble. We…"
Before he could finish, Li Manya, who had remained silent, interrupted with a mocking smile, her eyes narrowing as they turned to Su Wanwan with thinly veiled hostility.
"Since it was your recommendation, I assume you're quite the connoisseur?"
"We common folks have never stepped foot in such a grand venue before. Why don't you give us a little demonstration?"
Her sweet voice was laced with malice, cutting off all avenues of retreat.
Liang Yixing hadn't expected Li Manya to so brazenly undermine Su Wanwan. He kept throwing her meaningful glances, but she paid him no heed.
Su Wanwan merely replied, "Please prepare the wines."
Liang Yixing gave an awkward laugh, fumbling in his pocket. "I wasn't expecting this. I forgot my gold card."
The waiter replied politely, "Sir, a phone number will suffice—we can look it up."
Liang Yixing seldom dined at such upscale establishments. If not for Su Wanwan, he wouldn't have hosted such an extravagant meal. Of course he didn't have a gold card.
"I…"
Before he could finish, Su Wanwan handed over her own card. Thanks to her previous flaunting of luxury jewelry, the others no longer saw her gesture as ostentatious.
Soon, five glasses of wine were placed neatly on the table before her. Every pair of eyes zeroed in with anticipation.
Su Wanwan lifted a glass with elegance, pinching the stem between her fingers as she tilted it slightly, swirling it counterclockwise. Her starlit gaze examined the sediment in the wine, then she leaned in gently to inhale its aroma.
Her movements were fluid and refined, exuding nobility and grace. To the trained eye, she was clearly no novice.
Even those eager to find fault with her fell into awed silence.
Someone muttered, "So pretentious... Can't she just drink it like a normal person?"
Before Liang Yixing could respond, the private room's door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.
"If you don't understand, shut up. Ever had real wine before? This is clearly professional!"
All heads turned.
A sharply dressed young man stood at the door. His suit hung open, revealing a street-style T-shirt beneath—an odd, jarring mix. He wore an unruly smirk as if he hadn't just been caught eavesdropping.
"Who are you?! This is our room—who let you barge in?"
"Yeah! Waiter! Is this how Bihai Pavilion treats its guests?"
The waiter, upon recognizing him, immediately bowed with great deference. "Young Master."
The boy nodded lazily and hooked a foot around a chair, dragging it over. He sat down near Su Wanwan with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Go on."
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.
The waiter announced, "This is the Young Master of the Fu family."
The Fu family's young master? The notorious little devil of West City?
Those who had spoken harshly earlier fell silent and shrank back, desperate to escape his notice.
With one arm slung over the chair, ankle resting on his knee, the boy studied Su Wanwan with amused curiosity.
She left a faint lipstick mark on the rim of her glass as she took a sip. The intoxicating flavor spread across her palate.
After sampling all five, someone eagerly asked, "Which one is it?"
The boy leaned forward, intrigued. "The fourth glass," Su Wanwan said calmly.
The waiter smiled. "Indeed, it is the fourth."
A woman beside Li Manya sneered, "She must've guessed. All the glasses look the same."
"Twenty percent chance—not that impressive. I thought it was the fourth from the start."
Su Wanwan's lips curled into a cool, elegant smile as her voice rang out clearly, "Pétrus, Mouton Rothschild, Château Latour, Romanée-Conti, Lafite."
Stunned silence fell over the room.
She had named all five wines correctly!
The waiter stared in disbelief for several seconds before gasping, "Miss, you got every one right!"
To identify one wine might be luck. But to name all five? Her expertise was undeniable.
The boy slowly began to clap, his approving gaze fixed on her.
"Not bad. I've been in this scene for years and never met someone who could match me."
He picked up her glass and passed it to the waiter. The waiter hesitated and glanced at Su Wanwan.
She nodded. "Go ahead."
"I'm fond of wines from the '90s, too. You've got great taste," the boy said, taking a sip—deliberately drinking from the very spot she had touched.
Su Wanwan showed no anger. Instead, she smiled faintly.
Already beautiful, her smile transformed her—softening the edges of her cold elegance with a warmth that mesmerized, her autumn eyes glowing like water.
"My favorite thing about this wine is the blend of raspberry and blackcurrant—it's so delicate and graceful."
The boy nodded vigorously. "Exactly! I feel the same!"
Her smile deepened. "Oops, my mistake—it was clove and blackberry."
The boy: "…"
Was she playing him?
Someone snorted, "For a second, I really thought the little devil knew wine."
"He knows nothing—just a spoiled brat who drinks and fools around all day. Look at how he's staring at her!"
The boy's ears flushed. He lifted his chin and coughed. "Put it on my tab."
Then he leaned close to Su Wanwan, speaking just loud enough for the two of them. "What's your name?"
Up close, he caught a faint fragrance from her—not perfume, but a natural scent that lingered and enchanted.
Su Wanwan's voice was cryptic. "Don't worry. We'll meet again."
He understood immediately, smirking wickedly as he walked off.
Liang Yixing quickly clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone, let's sit. The food's getting cold!"
But his smile was tinged with bitterness, and he kept sneaking glances at Su Wanwan. How could he possibly compete with the Fu family's heir?
Just as everyone sat down, Li Manya drained a full glass.
She hadn't embarrassed Su Wanwan—she'd given her a stage to shine on.
A woman so beautiful, so dangerous, who had ensnared both her husband and now the little devil?
How could she be allowed to remain in the company and cause more chaos?