Chapter 17.2

Xiao Hao held the Latour 1961 with both of his hands to Qiao Yang, “Young Master Qiao, do you want to open it yourself, or should I open it for you?”

Qiao Yang, “I’ll do it myself.”

He took the wine carefully, but he did not rush to open the cork. His eyes were shining with joy as he looked at the bottle’s mottled label showing its old age, as if he was holding a precious thing that he had treasured for many years.

Gu Ye suddenly couldn’t bear to watch and asked with a light smile, “How about… we drink something else? You can continue to store away this bottle.”

Qiao Yang picked up the corkscrew then skillfully pulled out the cork and laughed, “Don’t ah, I still want to taste it.”

He held the wine glass in one hand while slightly tilting the bottle he held in the other, and the dark red liquor flowed like silk as it was being poured into the two wine glasses. Read this novel only on Foxaholic

The way he poured the wine was very elegant and refined, and his expression while looking at the liquid was almost like reverent concentration.

Gu Ye said, “The wine that Young Master Qiao wanted to drink on a special day is opened just like that. It’s really my honor.”

Qiao Yang: “I can’t bear to drink it by myself. It just so happens that President Gu is giving me a chance to open the bottle by letting me treat you today. If you think about it, I have also benefited from your presence.”

Can’t bear to.

Gu Ye had to suppress the urge to laugh, the cost of this Latour 1961 was really expensive, but this money was simply nothing for Qiao Yang.

The man before his eyes cherished what he loved more than its monetary value.

Qiao Yang lifted his glasses and raised it, “Here, President Gu. We could also be considered as out of blows, friendship grows,1 I toast you a cup and we are friends from here on out.”

His tone, expressions and actions carried the characteristics of young people’s straightforwardness and code of brotherhood.

Gu Ye laughed out loud heartedly, “All right.”

Both men raised their glasses at the same time, then they gently bumped the glasses filled with dark-red liquid, producing a soft ‘clinking’ sound.

Qiao Yang raised his head slightly, revealing a glimpse of his white neck; from his chin to his Adam’s apple, then downward to the collarbone, the curvature was smooth and delicate.

Gu Ye looked for a few seconds, then immediately turned his gaze away. He carefully savoured the red wine that man cherished so much.

He had drunk top quality red wines that were better than this one, but today’s wine tasted especially sweet, rich and mellow. Its taste lingering on afterwards.

After taking a few sips, Qiao Yang also became intoxicated, and he couldn’t help praising it, “Worthy to be Latour’s legendary year. It is really a sweet smelling good wine that I’ve ever tasted.”

Drinking the discontinued red wine made Qiao Yang very happy. He couldn’t stop telling Gu Ye about the characteristics and taste of Latour.

When the glasses became empty and he was about to pour a second glass, Gu Ye called out to him, “With wine tasting, one glass is called enjoyment. If drinking more until the body feels unwell is a waste of good things.”

“But……” Qiao Yang was struggling internally. Read this novel only on Foxaholic

Once a wine bottle was opened, It would be difficult to prolong the original taste of the wine overtime.

Gu Ye advised him, “For now, just plug it up with the cork and let Xiao Hao take care of it for you. Leaving it for two to three days should be no problem.”

Qiao Yang reluctantly released his hold on the wine. “… All right, then.”

He was quite obedient.

Gu Ye smiled. Something supple was also hidden within the depth of the peach blossom eyes.

Qiao Yang had nothing to do now that he couldn’t drink. He looked at Mo Yu who was playing the piano and lightly called out to him, “Mo Yu, let me play for a while.”

Mo Yu immediately stopped, “Yes.”

Under Gu Ye’s slightly surprised look, Qiao Yang walked up to the small stage and sat down in front of the grand piano.

The stage was in the center of the third floor, and was also enveloped by the brightly lit stage light from above. The light shining from above made the area around the piano as bright as daylight. The dazzling light reflecting on the surface of the pitch black and shiny piano’s body made it the center of everyone’s attention.

And in the center of all that shimmering light was the man. He sat with his posture straight, tall figure, clear and handsome face. He was covered in inexpressible and hard to explain elegance.

His concentration was on the music he was playing. His ten slender fingers were skipping on the black and white keys. They were as nimble as a flying butterfly, and the melody that flowed out was beautiful and pleasant to the ears.

Gu Ye had seen various expressions on Qiao Yang’s face.

Polite and detached, tranquil, calm and softly smiling. Even when he was drunk and vomiting into a total mess2, then battered and exhausted, and finally nestled in his arms looking soft and confused… —And at this moment, Qiao Yang was really very beautiful.

The scene before his eyes came to a stand still as if it was a painting.

However, it was a decorative painting that needed to be hidden away at home for people to enjoy and appreciate secretly.

It was a long time before he realized that he was lost in thought.