This Bottle of Wine Isn't Simple

As soon as Su Bai finished speaking, Zhou Jialu rolled her eyes and casually pulled a bottle of red wine from beneath the bar.

The bottle was a deep black, its label bearing a line of fine French script, with no gold leaf or silver stamping whatsoever. Its whole appearance was so plain it was almost austere. But Su Bai could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary supermarket wine.

"Fine. Since the big boss has so much money he doesn't know where to spend it, I, as the housekeeper, can't be too shabby either." Zhou Jialu gave the bottle a shake, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Perfect. I've got something for you to try today."

Su Bai raised a brow. "Where'd it come from?"

"I went to Shanghai on a business trip last week and exchanged notes with a few friends in the professional housekeeper circle." As she spoke, Zhou Jialu took a pair of brand-new Burgundy glasses from the wine cabinet, their walls so thin they were nearly translucent. "When they heard I was Baiye Holdings' housekeeper, they were incredibly enthusiastic—adding me on WeChat, giving me gifts and all that. This bottle was from one of them. He said it was a private collection from his employer's wine cellar, something you couldn't buy on the market at all."

"Oh?" Su Bai sat up straighter, intrigued. "What's its background?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Jialu admitted honestly. She took a corkscrew from the drawer and deftly cut through the foil at the bottle's neck. "He only said it came from some niche winery in a French wine region, with a very limited annual production and almost no exports. His employer had only managed to get a few cases through connections. I didn't ask which exact