62:Although this secretary was a bit unsavory

Shen Yifei (a name) scratched his head, a hint of awkwardness in his smile: “Alright.”

A girl would probably care a lot about her first kiss.

Liu Xiaoxiao (a name) huffed lightly: “Dining with a beauty like me, that’s your honor!”

For some reason, whenever she bickered with Shen Yifei, Liu Xiaoxiao felt the surge of grievance in her heart somewhat ease.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m truly honored then,” Shen Yifei chuckled.

What could he do when he had a soft spot for pretty women? Even if Liu Xiaoxiao was a bit ill-tempered, she was still quite a looker.

“Why so much pointless chatter? Get in the car!” Liu Xiaoxiao pouted.

Shen Yifei scratched his head again: “You drive. Why do I have to?”

Liu Xiaoxiao bit down on her pearly teeth, tears welling up in her eyes: “You scoundrel! Do you have any gentlemanly manners left? Can’t you see I’m in a bad mood?!”

Shen Yifei was a little speechless. He took the car keys and drove Liu Xiaoxiao’s BMW X6 out of the parking lot. Liu Xiaoxiao settled into the passenger seat.

All the way there, Liu Xiaoxiao didn’t utter a single word. It was clear this woman was truly in a terrible mood, seemingly quite heartbroken.

Shen Yifei didn’t know what to say to comfort her, so he simply remained silent.

Before long, they arrived at a meticulously decorated Western restaurant.

Finding a secluded table in a corner, Shen Yifei and Liu Xiaoxiao took their seats.

“Director Liu (a title for a high-ranking manager or department head), order whatever you like, it’s my treat,” Shen Yifei shrugged.

Although his impression of her wasn’t great, she was clearly upset, so treating her to a meal was simply a gesture of goodwill (doing a favor when it’s convenient).

“Waiter, two bottles of ’82 Lafite (a renowned French wine)!” Liu Xiaoxiao called out loudly.

Shen Yifei flinched.

Holy hell! Lafite? Are you trying to bleed me dry?!

Two bottles of ’82 Lafite would easily cost over one hundred thousand yuan (Chinese currency), making this a truly astronomical bill! Shen Yifei felt a wave of frustration. How could this woman be so devious?

Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at Shen Yifei, seeing his grim expression, and couldn’t help but huff: “Look at you! Two bottles of Lafite and you’re already wincing from the cost? Don’t forget you conned a million from me yesterday!”

“Alright, alright, Director Liu, my treat. Order whatever you want,” Shen Yifei said languidly.

It was just two bottles of Lafite. He wouldn’t lose face over such a paltry sum.

Liu Xiaoxiao ordered a steak and a cup of premium Blue Mountain coffee. Shen Yifei also ordered a steak.

After placing their orders, they sat in silence for a while.

Liu Xiaoxiao pouted: “Can’t you even talk to me?”

Shen Yifei scratched his head: “I don’t feel like there’s much to say.”

“You!” Liu Xiaoxiao’s pretty face flushed, alternating between pale and green with anger: “Idiot! Eating with a stunning beauty like me, and you can’t even make pleasant conversation?!”

“Really?” Shen Yifei smiled: “I’ve seen plenty of stunning beauties. You’re just one more.”

Liu Xiaoxiao’s nose stung, and she huffed lightly: “Sounds like you, a scoundrel, have a lot of luck with women.”

Shen Yifei didn’t actually deny that, but he kept it to himself.

Soon, the Western dishes arrived, and the waiter brought the two bottles of Lafite red wine.

They hadn’t ordered much, just a regular Western-style steak each.

Shen Yifei brought the Lafite red wine to his nose, sniffing lightly, and his brows furrowed.

During his time abroad, Shen Yifei had drunk Lafite more times than he could count. He could definitively say that the wine before him was absolutely not ’82 Lafite. At best, it was a red wine blended to merely resemble Lafite.

Having studied medicine with his old master for many years, Shen Yifei’s five senses, especially his sense of smell, were far more acute than an average person’s, making him highly sensitive to scents.

“Waiter, come here for a moment!” Shen Yifei called out, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

“Hello, sir, how may I help you?” The waiter replied with a professional smile.

“What’s the price of this wine?” Shen Yifei asked unhurriedly, pointing to the two bottles of Lafite.

Liu Xiaoxiao was somewhat speechless, thinking, *Could this guy really not know the price of Lafite?*

The waiter’s expression stiffened slightly, but he mechanically replied: “Sir, a bottle of ’82 Lafite red wine is priced at sixty-three thousand yuan (Chinese currency) in our restaurant.”

Shen Yifei sneered: “That expensive? I somehow feel that a hundred-yuan dry red from the supermarket tastes better than this.”

Liu Xiaoxiao was speechless. Only a true bumpkin (an unsophisticated person) would compare Lafite to a hundred-yuan dry red.

*Just how poor was this guy before?* Liu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Shen Yifei.

The waiter’s face subtly changed, then he smiled and said: “Sir, you must be joking. Our restaurant’s Lafite Rothschild series red wines are all genuine imports. If you don’t understand wine, please refrain from passing judgment.”

A cold smile played on Shen Yifei’s lips. *Unpleasant?* During his time abroad, he’d drunk Lafite countless times.

“Hey, why are you making a fuss? Can’t you just drink the wine quietly?” Liu Xiaoxiao tugged at Shen Yifei’s clothes, confused about what he was up to.

“Sir, Madam, please enjoy your meal.” The waiter bowed slightly before leaving.

Shen Yifei snorted. *Did that waiter really think he was an idiot?*

Liu Xiaoxiao elegantly cut a piece of steak with her knife, slowly brought it to her mouth, and chewed it deliberately. Her movements were extremely graceful and proper.

It seemed she had cultivated an elegant demeanor over many years; people in high society paid particular attention to etiquette and image.

*This woman eats quite alluringly,* Shen Yifei thought, then asked Liu Xiaoxiao: “Director Liu, do you understand wine?”

“No! Why, are you implying you’re an expert?” Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at Shen Yifei, asking in a cool, detached tone. This topic seemed a bit boring.

Although Liu Xiaoxiao frequently attended business events and banquets, she hadn't actually drunk top-tier wines like Lafite all that often.

“Sort of. I just feel like this wine is fake,” Shen Yifei said, picking up a bottle of Lafite and chugging it.

Liu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. *What kind of person is this, chugging sixty-thousand-yuan red wine like that?*

Though she thought this, Liu Xiaoxiao wasn’t to be outdone. She also picked up the other bottle of Lafite and chugged it, seemingly wanting to unleash all her pent-up frustration in one go.

Shen Yifei found it somewhat amusing. Liu Xiaoxiao wanted to project the image of a tough woman, but her drinking posture was still as delicate and tentative as a little girl’s. Quite comical.

“Shen Yifei, you actually know Mentor Kevin (a term indicating a respected teacher or professor)?” Liu Xiaoxiao put down her wine bottle, glanced at Shen Yifei, and couldn’t help but voice the doubt in her heart.

“Just spent some time abroad, no big deal,” Shen Yifei said casually.

Liu Xiaoxiao pouted. As someone who navigated the business world, she could spot such evasions. She knew Shen Yifei didn’t want to talk about it.

Prying for answers wasn't her style either, so Liu Xiaoxiao simply didn't ask further.

However, Liu Xiaoxiao’s opinion of Shen Yifei had already shifted somewhat. The secretary Xiao Xue (a name, literally 'Little Snow') hired definitely had real talent, even if this particular secretary was a bit… questionable (implying morally ambiguous or a rogue).