Yan Song just felt dazzled, a surge of anger rushing in his chest. This man is none other than Pei Qinghan, who harbors "improper thoughts" about Yun Ya, which is the very reason that infuriates Yan Song the most. "Yun Ya, do we have guests?" The angrier he feels inside, the calmer his exterior remains, Yan Song walks over with a smile. Yun Ya sees the man walking toward her and smiles so much that her eyes become slits. Pei Qinghan tightened his grip on the chopsticks slightly, discreetly averting his gaze. Standing up, he politely extends his hand toward the man: "Young Master Yan, nice to see you again." Yan Song’s cold eyes narrow slightly, as he extends his hand for a shake. The two men secretly compete, neither willing to concede, their smiles growing warmer. "Mr. Pei, forgive any shortcomings in the hospitality." Yan Song’s voice is lowered, each word squeezed from between his teeth. He really thinks of himself as the owner. Pei Qinghan smiles as they release hands, his hand trembling slightly at his side. Yan Song’s thin lips slightly curve, weakling, yet dares to fancy Yun Ya. Yun Ya pulls Yan Song to sit down, "Brother Yan, you must be hungry, eat quickly." Hungry? He’s already stuffed with anger. He raises his hand to affectionately tousle Yun Ya’s hair, smiling: "Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve come back sooner." Yun Ya pouts, "I thought you’d come back earlier, but you kept me waiting for so long." Watching the usually elegant and noble young lady act like an ordinary girl, coquettish with another man, Pei Qinghan feels an uncontrollable pang in his heart. He hurriedly lowers his head to conceal his momentary lapse, his hands slightly clenching at his sides. He constantly fantasizes; if Yun Ya were with him, he would do better than Yan Song, treating her like a princess, carefree, but ultimately he’s one step too late... He picks up the chopsticks to eat silently; the delicious food tastes bitter in his mouth. Yan Song glances at him, letting out a cold laugh. "Mr. Pei, since we rarely dine together, how about having some drinks?" Pei Qinghan hesitates; if he can’t handle the wine, won’t it make him look down upon? Being over twenty, his character is mature, yet at this moment, a bit of youthful arrogance emerges, "Doing it wholeheartedly for a gentleman." Yan Song turns to Yun Ya: "Do we have any wine?" Yun Ya nods: "There’s treasured Moutai in Grandpa’s cellar; no one usually drinks it at home, so let’s offer flowers today." She waves Aunt Li over: "Go fetch the wine from the cellar." Aunt Li immediately goes. Grandpa loved drinking, thus the cellar holds quite a collection; after Grandpa passed away, Yun Shen sent out quite a few, now only two jars remain. The wine jars are old-fashioned ceramic style; opening the seal releases a rich aroma instantly, intoxicating Yun Ya just from smelling it. Pei Qinghan takes a deep sniff: "Seems like we’re in for a treat today." Fetching the cups, Yun Ya personally fills them both, slowly saying: "Drink less." But when men drink, they seem reckless, secretly competing, cup after cup, as if it’s water. Yun Ya sees Pei Qinghan’s flushed face, even though Yan Song’s gaze is somewhat dazed, he remains much clearer compared to Pei Qinghan. She laughs: "Mr. Pei, want more?" A man can lose anything but face, supporting himself on the table, Pei Qinghan stands up, "Yes...." Yan Song turned his head to Yun Ya: "Pour." Yun Ya frowns slightly: "Forget it...." Yan Song directly grabs the wine jar, fills their cups, clinks and downs it all at once. With this one cup, Pei Qinghan drinks till he collapses. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI[F]ire.net Yan Song puts down the cup, coldly laughs: "Can’t handle this...." This wine’s kick is strong, Yan Song slowly feels it hitting him, soon somewhat drunk. Yun Ya helplessly says: "Told you not to drink, now I don’t care anymore." Yan Song pulls her into an embrace; the intense male scent mixed with the rich wine aroma assaults her senses, slightly dizzying Yun Ya, as Yan Song snuggles against her neck: "Yaya...." The deep hoarse voice is alluring and provocative, making Yun Ya’s heart race, she turns to look at him. "See how drunk you’ve gotten." Yan Song holds her tightly: "I just feel uncomfortable, seeing you sitting with him makes my heart ache." Yun Ya sighs, "Uncomfortable? Let me rub it for you...." Yun Ya gently massages his chest, Yan Song lets out a comfortable hum, the sound...makes Yun Ya’s face flush red. She pushes him lightly: "You sit steady first, I’ll go see Qinghan off." Just as she turns, Yan Song pulls her back, his eyes dazed, his hot lips roaming her neck, sending waves of shivers through Yun Ya.