Back at Jiyuan, neither the servants nor the housekeeper, Aunt Yun, were there. Huo Beiyuan said they had been given two days off.
Therefore, no one has been taking care of their daily needs at Jiyuan these past two days.
After hearing this, Qin Ge raised an eyebrow at the man, giving him a half-smile, and said nothing.
Fortunately, neither of them were lazy, ignorant of farming, or people who would starve to death without the help of servants.
After sending Wang Qiuxia, the culprit who ruined the original owner's life due to greed, to prison and severing all ties with the Jiang family, Qin Ge was in a good mood and personally cooked a sumptuous dinner. She also went to the wine cellar with great interest to pick out a bottle of wine worth eight figures.
Dinner was a typical Western meal, with steak and red wine, flowers and candlesticks, creating a subtle romantic atmosphere.
It felt like a date.
Qin Ge raised his glass, his delicate and aloof features appearing like a painting in the candlelight: "Thank you, Huo Beiyuan."
This time, I didn't call him "uncle".
They were calling by name.
But this expression of thanks seemed all the more earnest.
He knew that whether it was Wang Qiuxia's imprisonment or Jiang Xibai and Lu Sinian's annulment of their engagement, resulting in Jiang Xibai completely losing the Jiang family's favor, the smooth process was inseparable from Huo Beiyuan's machinations.
The ruthless competition within the Huo family made it difficult for Huo Beiyuan to have any empathy for family. He didn't even have much sibling affection for his half-sister Huo Rong, so he was even less likely to have any affection for his adopted nephew Lu Sinian. Therefore, the stack of photos mysteriously sent to the Lu family was not, at all, intended to show that he couldn't stand Lu Sinian being cuckolded by Jiang Xibai. There was only one possibility...
For him.
Whether it's to vent his anger or to help him bring down Jiang Xibai, Qin Ge isn't ungrateful and appreciates his kindness.
Huo Beiyuan raised his glass and clinked it against his from a distance, then brought it to his lips and took a small sip. His lips were stained with the color of the wine, shimmering and beautiful.
The man's handsome features held a captivating charm, and his voice, deep and resonant like aged wine, asked, "Just a verbal thank you?"
Qin Ge, "..."
Huo Beiyuan glanced at his mouth and slowly added, "However, a verbal thank you is not out of the question."
"..."
Qin Ge remained expressionless.
Huo Beiyuan, you old rogue.
Well, the slight feeling of being moved that had just begun to build up has vanished.
Qin Ge forced a smile and said, "I worked so hard to make dinner, isn't that enough to thank you? Do you want me to feed you?"
To everyone's surprise, Huo Beiyuan pondered for a moment and said, "If possible."
Qin Ge: "..."
Huo Beiyuan knew exactly how to appease a boy after provoking him. He knew exactly how to do it. He calmly retreated and said, "If it doesn't work, then forget it."
Qin Ge is usually unyielding to both soft and hard approaches, but in certain specific situations, he is more responsive to a gentler approach than a forceful one.
For example, right now...
He suddenly stood up, holding a fork with a piece of steak on it, and walked from his seat to the other end of the table. "Didn't you want me to feed you? Eat up."
His aggressive demeanor didn't seem like that of lovers feeding each other; it felt more like Qin Ge was going to pick up a knife and chop someone up.
Huo Beiyuan pulled the person onto his lap, "Let's eat together."
During the meal, they ended up kissing.
Someone asked Qin Ge to feed him wine, and the young master resisted the urge to pour the red wine on his head, silently thinking that this was an eight-figure wine, and one sip would cost tens of thousands.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Qin Ge handed the wine glass to Huo Beiyuan's lips. The man opened his lips and took a sip, but his eyes remained fixed on Qin Ge's face, his dark and deep eyes filled with a certain heat.
Just as Qin Ge was about to put down his wine glass, the man reached out, grabbed his chin, and kissed him, along with a sip of red wine.
Their breaths mingled, and purplish-red liquid dripped from the corners of their mouths.
Finally, most of the expensive red wine, costing tens of thousands of yuan per sip, was drunk, while a small portion slid down his chin, winding its way into his Adam's apple and collar.
The boy's breathing was slightly heavy, his eyes were flushed with a rosy hue, and his pupils held a hint of alluring mystery. He was held on the man's lap, and the collar of his snow-white shirt was stained with wine red, like a blank sheet of paper being arbitrarily painted with colors, which was quite decadent.
Huo Beiyuan kissed his earlobe, his lips burning hot, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Baby, do you want more?"
Qin Ge licked his lips, feeling his mouth dry. The small sip of wine he had just taken was not enough to quench his thirst, so he nodded, "...Mm."
Huo Beiyuan took it as an invitation.
A bottle of expensive red wine worth eight figures was mostly wasted tonight. If wine lovers saw them drinking red wine like this, they would surely beat their chests in despair, be heartbroken, and curse the two for wasting such a precious resource.
Fine wine is meant to be savored slowly, allowing the astringency of the tannins to melt on the palate, each with its own distinct flavor in the initial, middle, and final stages. How can you waste it by swallowing it like this? It's like a cow chewing on a peony!
However, it was different for Huo Beiyuan.
Huo Beiyuan, the master of Beicheng, is worth hundreds of billions and has plenty of money. The oldest wine in the Jiyuan Wine Cellar dates back more than two hundred years. Of course, Huo Beiyuan is not a wine connoisseur or collector; he just once acquired an O-Zone winery.
For Mr. Huo, who was otherwise unremarkable except for his wealth, this bottle of wine was not a waste; in fact, it tasted even better than the most expensive wine he had ever tasted…
The remaining half-bottle of red wine was spilled, and the liquid flowed down the white tablecloth.
Huo Beiyuan trapped Qin Ge between himself and the dining table, kissing her deeply. Qin Ge had to brace herself against the edge of the table to stop her body from leaning backward.
The hem of her shirt was accidentally lifted, revealing glimpses of her slender, white waist. Spilled red wine stained her skin, and a chill ran through her as the evening breeze blew by...
It seems he won't be able to enjoy the lavish dinner he meticulously prepared tonight...
Qin Ge closed his eyes briefly, the salty sweat sliding into them and stinging slightly. He tried to calm his breathing, but his voice still trembled slightly: "...Upstairs."
Huo Beiyuan's leg has healed, but he habitually uses a wheelchair to mislead the world. Now, however, he stands up from the dining table, picks up the boy, and walks upstairs.
There's no indication that he was once a man who had been confined to a wheelchair for several years.
The bedroom bed was large and soft. Qin Ge lay on the pillow, and perhaps because she had been drinking, her pale skin was tinged with a faint pink.
Huo Beiyuan lowered his thick, dark eyelashes, kissed his beautiful shoulder blade, and said in a low voice, "...Baby, you have to accept the consequences of your bet."
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