Yu Xiuyuan was in another room and missed Director Liu's spectacular emergency evasive maneuver.
Across the dining table, candlelight fell on Yun Chuan's profile, softening the shadows beneath his brow.
Perhaps to avoid interrupting their meal, all the dishes had already been served.
Steak, foie gras, ham, baked escargots, pasta, red wine, and crème brûlée filled the table.
Yu Xiuyuan guessed they were afraid he wouldn't have enough to eat, so they had simply brought everything out at once.
Yun Chuan lowered his head and focused on cutting his steak. The clink of his knife and fork against the porcelain plate was barely audible, and he soon had it cut into bite-sized pieces.
Then he pushed the sliced steak toward Yu Xiuyuan, signaling for them to swap plates.
"No need. I can cut mine myself."
Yun Chuan didn't look at him or leave him any room to negotiate. He curled two fingers toward Yu Xiuyuan's plate, telling him to hurry up.
Yu Xiuyuan held out for two seconds before giving in.
He pulled the sliced steak over, speared a piece, and popped it into his mouth. The meat was tender and tasted good, too.
The candle flame flickered. Yu Xiuyuan's gaze landed on the wineglass beside him, and temptation stirred:
"They even prepared red wine. Want a glass?"
Yun Chuan looked up. "I can. You can't."
Yu Xiuyuan felt insulted. "Why can't I?"
"You get drunk even from eating drunken crab."
That casual remark from Yun Chuan left Yu Xiuyuan speechless.
He had forgotten that he was now someone who got drunk at the slightest touch of alcohol.
Still, his pride wouldn't let him back down, so Yu Xiuyuan stubbornly insisted:
"Just a little. It doesn't matter if I get drunk. It's already evening anyway. I can just go to