The Wine Tasting was a grand affair, attended by many big-name stars, directors, producers, and business executives.
A minor celebrity like Yan Ningke was not even eligible to approach the autograph wall. He could only enter quietly and hold a glass of red wine, pretending to savor it by himself.
Yu Ping had not come with him today, so no one was leading him around to socialize. Yan Ningke was happy to have it easy.
A few executives did approach him for a chat, drawn by his good looks.
Their intentions were obvious, their expressions and tones laden with innuendo. Yan Ningke firmly turned every one of them down.
Sorry, I already have a sugar daddy, and he's better than you in every way.
Some left looking displeased but maintained their composure. Others lashed out in humiliation, making threats. Yan Ningke simply returned a smile.
The man stormed off, still spewing foul language. Yan Ningke kept his eyes on him, recalling his name and his company's name.
He repeated them to himself several times, making sure he had memorized them so he could complain when he got back. Just as he was about to look away, he caught a figure out of the corner of his eye and abruptly looked over again.
Zheng Yan Che sat pale-faced on a sofa, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Despite the air conditioning in the banquet hall, he was covered in cold sweat.
A soft, warm hand touched his forehead. Zheng Yan Che frowned and opened his eyes, his sharp gaze instantly softening when he saw who it was.
"You came too?"
Yan Ningke frowned, switching hands to check his temperature. "You have a fever."
Zheng Yan Che's lips curved slightly into a weak smile. "A little, I suppose."
Yan Ningke glared at