Chapter 357 - The Forbidden wine (2/2)

”Yeah?” He turned to her with his eyebrows raised

”We need to talk.”

He stalked to the table and took a seat, after removing his suit jacket and placing it on the back of his chair he paid her full attention. ”I hope those plans of yours do not include moving out just yet.”

”Oh, I've come to the realization that I'm here to stay, at least for a while none of you would let me leave, not yet at least” she informed him with a smile that he returned innocently, unaware of the undertones in her sentence

”Good good, that would just break Yan Mei's heart, if you left so abruptly” He replied

”What about you?” She asked

He shrugged, ”Same.”

”Lei Zhao . I got this for you” she indicated the bottle of wine between the two of them. It was a testament to his trust that he picked up the bottle, glanced at the label, and smiled before frowning.

”Tell me you didn't spend your hard-earned money on this” there was playful censure in his voice.

She played along, her eyes rounding innocently as she looked up at him in feigned confusion. ”It's a gift”

”It's not my birthday?” He returned with a playful frown

”No, I just wanted to thank you for....” She never got a chance to finish, she had wanted to thank him for being there for her, what she really meant was making it too easy for her to achieve her aim in more ways than one.

”Stop. Don't even think about it, you're my oldest friend and my only regret is that I didn't know you were alive all these years” his voice veered sharply from playful to a slight tone of despair and guilt, she reveled in it

”Technically I didn't know it either so we are on the same side. Take the wine Lei Zhao , I know you love it.” She prompted, her smile impossibly wide

*It's fine wine.*

*The chef has...” she gestured vaguely ”prepared it if you're want to drink now” the compulsion filled the room but she shouldn't have bothered, the words were barely out of her mouth before he got off the chair and plucked a corkscrew from its perch in the wall and returned to the table.

The cork came free with a low pop and Lei Zhao wafted it under his nose twice before dropping it and picking up the wine glasses.