The sons of wealthy families don't care about money, nor do they bother with such trivial matters as making money.

"Good evening, Mr. Song! Here is the red wine you ordered. Please enjoy it."

The waiter standing outside the door was polite, attentive, and all smiles. He was dressed in a very sharp suit, and the collar of his shirt was so white it seemed to glow.

Wearing white gloves, he handed over a bottle of red wine with both hands. Handsome and professional, with a perfect smile, he even had the wine bottle tilted at the perfect angle and the label facing the correct direction – a service model worthy of a five-star hotel.

Song Yunxi felt that Fu Meilin should really come and see for herself, so that the next time the Human Resources Department organizes employee training, the training content and assessment scores should be formulated according to this service standard.

"Thank you." Song Yunxi thanked him politely and then reached out to take the bottle of wine.

Having a small glass of red wine before bed is good for your skin and promotes sleep. It also subtly increases her alcohol tolerance, allowing her to go from getting drunk after two beers to now being able to drink half a bottle of red wine. Therefore, Song Yunxi makes it a habit to have a little every night.

However, before her hand could even touch the bottle, it was taken by a hand reaching out from the side. Her gaze followed the direction of the bottle, finally landing on Mu Chen's face.

"President Mu..."

Just as Song Yunxi was about to thank Mu Chen for getting her the red wine, she saw him hand it back to the waiter.

"No need, take it back."

"Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Mu. Goodbye, Mr. Song." The waiter bowed to the two of them and then quickly left Song Yunxi's door.

Huh? That looks like the bar she ordered? Who said she didn't want it? Yes, yes!

Mu Chen asked calmly, "May I come in?"

Song Yunxi watched longingly as the waiter disappeared down the corridor with the red wine that was rightfully hers before turning to Mu Chen and smiling sweetly.

"Of course." With that, she stepped aside and invited Mu Chen inside.

Song Yunxi's suite suddenly transformed into a multifunctional room that combined dining, entertaining guests, resting, and sleeping. This was because Mu Chen had ordered dinner and they ate together in the room.

Mu Chen had originally invited her to dinner at a restaurant, but Song Yunxi felt that while they could eat together and flirt as she pleased, it was better not to be too blatant at this time.

After all, President Jiang had arranged a love triangle drama for them, and she had also taken the initiative to suggest at the executive meeting that hotel employees should not date each other.

If people gossip about her having dinner with President Mu, exaggerating the situation, she'll have to rack her brains to come up with a solution.

Although they weren't dating, Mu Chen took meticulous care of her, serving her food and water whenever she injured her hand. It was hard not to imagine a whole gossip drama unfolding in one's mind.

After entering the room, Mu Chen closed the door for Song Yunxi and went straight to the bar. He opened the refrigerator and took out a box of plump, dark red cherries.

He put on disposable gloves, used a fruit knife to cut the cherries one by one, removed the pits and stems, and then put them into the juicer.

"Where did all this come from?" Song Yunxi then noticed that, besides the cherries and juicer that weren't there during the day, Mu Chen also had a bottle of fresh milk next to him.

"I had it delivered with dinner. The cherries and juicer were washed, so don't worry," Mu Chen explained as he continued processing the cherries without stopping.

Song Yunxi pulled over a high stool next to her and sat down, leaning on the bar counter to see what he was going to do.

After finally chopping up all the cherries and putting them into the juicer, Mu Chen poured in fresh milk. He pressed the switch, and the juicer started working with a buzzing sound. However, after only a dozen seconds, the juicer stopped working.

Mu Chen took the decanter, poured in the freshly squeezed milk and cherry juice mixture, and then took out two wine glasses from the cabinet.

"come over."

After Mu Chen finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the sofa. Song Yunxi jumped off the high stool and quickly followed him.

The liquid in the decanter had a rich and stunning red hue, quite reminiscent of red wine.

“Your hand is injured, you can’t drink alcohol.” Mu Chen poured a third of a glass of juice into each of the two glasses.

Song Yunxi tilted her head and asked with a smile, "You stole my wine because you thought I was an alcoholic who needed to drink even when I was injured?"

Pushing one of the juices towards Song Yunxi, Mu Chen spoke again: "The effects that red wine can achieve, this juice can achieve as well. Milk helps with sleep, and cherries are good for beauty and skin. Moreover, drinking milk and cherries together can also replenish blood and calcium, and enhance the body's immunity."

Another blood-replenishing treatment? Just how much blood does President Mu think she's lost? We finally managed to avoid lamb liver for dinner after her protests, and now she's trying to make up for it with something else for supper.

However, this juice, which looked comparable to red wine, also seemed quite appealing. Song Yunxi held the glass by the stem and swirled it; the juice clinged to the glass nicely. She took a small sip; the sweet and sour taste with a hint of milkiness was surprisingly delicious, leaving her wanting more.

Song Yunxi smiled and nodded. "That's right."

Then she raised her glass and reached out to Mu Chen. Since he was drinking juice as if it were red wine to make up for her inability to drink it, then let's follow the rules for drinking red wine.

Mu Chen naturally understood her signal. He raised another glass of juice and gently touched it to hers, then took a small sip himself.

Song Yunxi leaned back lazily on the sofa, gazing at the liquid in her glass. The precious, vibrant cherries paired with the rich, sweet fresh milk—wasn't this the delightful surprise of a clash between a cherished memory and a cherished ideal?

"Mr. Mu, once our co-branded product launches, could we invite you to host a fan appreciation event and personally make some milk and cherry drinks for everyone?"

"No." Mu Chen refused directly, his tone indifferent. "I have no interest in making juice for others."

"No, no, there's no one else. How can customers be anyone else?" Song Yunxi thought to herself: They're all their big spenders.

Song Yunxi's face was full of regret, and she didn't try to hide it at all. "This juice is so delicious, it's like it has magic, making it unforgettable. It would be such a shame if everyone couldn't try it."

After taking another small sip, Mu Chen said, "This juice is easy to make; even a waiter at a beverage shop could learn it in no time."

"How could their juice taste as good as President Mu's?"

Mu Chen looked at Song Yunxi staring at him intently, feigning a coquettish expression, and suddenly laughed.

"What benefits would I receive if I personally made juice for customers as you requested?"

"Mr. Mu, if I remember correctly, Platinum Hotel is your family's property. You will naturally benefit from the profits."

"I don't care about those things."

Yes, the sons of wealthy families don't care about money, nor do they bother with such trivial matters as making money. Li Shenghuan is one of them.

"Then, shall I treat you to dinner?"

"Don't we eat together every day? It doesn't matter who pays."

Song Yunxi thought for a moment, "Actually, I'm quite good at cooking, so why won't President Mu do me the honor?"

"Then it's a deal." Mu Chen smiled, raised his glass, and gently clinked it against Song Yunxi's glass, as if sealing the agreement.

Why did Song Yunxi suddenly feel that it wasn't that she had asked Mu Chen for help, but rather that she had inadvertently fallen into a trap that Mu Chen had laid in advance?

"Want to watch a movie?" Mu Chen asked, already turning on the remote control in his hand.

So, what he meant was not whether she wanted to watch it, but which one she wanted to watch?

Mu Chen scrolled through the movie titles on the remote control until Song Yunxi spoke up: "This one."

A classic South Korean art film.

While waiting for the opening credits, Mu Chen picked up the decanter again and poured some milk and cherries for Song Yunxi. "Have another glass. Juice doesn't keep well, and it won't taste good if it oxidizes."

Song Yunxi thought this felt really good. When their co-branded product with the Chi Group was launched, they would also promote the product in such a pretentious and romantic way as using a decanter to hold juice.

At least, it gives the public relations department some room to write short articles and provides customers with interesting and topical novel experiences.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Chen asked, noticing that the movie had started but Song Yunxi wasn't watching it, only staring at the decanter in his hand.

"If I said I was thinking about how to make money, would you think I'm shallow?"

Mu Chen smiled. "No."

Song Yunxi smiled too. She picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned off most of the lights in the room. Of course, you have to turn off the lights when watching a movie; that's common sense.

Mu Chen turned to look at her: "Isn't it because you can't see clearly in the dark? Can you turn off the lights?"

"Sure, I can see clearly as long as the screen is on. Mr. Mu, I don't have night blindness, and I'm not deficient in Vitamin A. Could you please stop eating lamb liver from now on?"

Looking at Song Yunxi's slightly upturned lips and her pitiful, pleading expression, Mu Chen could only smile and nod, "Okay."

He gently held Song Yunxi's hand; the gauze wrapped around his palm was still dazzlingly white even in the dim light.

"You are not allowed to do such dangerous things again."

"How can I make you feel sorry for me if I don't do dangerous things?"

Song Yunxi's star-like eyes shone even brighter in the dim light. She smiled and stared at him without blinking.

Mu Chen reached out and pulled her into his arms. He felt his heart beating and his breathing becoming faster than usual. He didn't know how to fight this sudden tension and excitement, so he could only succumb to his body's instincts and lower his head to kiss her lips.

Song Yunxi withdrew her hand from Mu Chen's grasp, then wrapped her arms around his neck.

A kiss on the sofa is the easiest way to transition from a sitting position to another. Just like now, Song Yunxi was lying on the sofa, and Mu Chen was on top of her. He pulled away from her lips and placed kisses on her ear and neck.

After kissing every territories he could temporarily plunder, Mu Chen stood up from the sofa and picked Song Yunxi up in his arms.

Although she obligingly wrapped her arms around his neck, she rested her head against his chest and said softly, "I'm not ready yet."

Mu Chen paused, stopping his steps as he was about to walk towards the room. Yes, he had been too hasty.

He sat back down on the sofa, placed Song Yunxi on his lap, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her hair, his voice hoarse as he said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Song Yunxi didn't say anything about forgiving him or anything else. Instead, she looked up and met his gaze. Then, after gently biting his chin, she took the initiative to kiss his lips.