Twenty minutes after Ye Shishi and Gu Qinghan left the Baima Club, Shen Lang drove Wang Yuyan to the Aegean Sea Restaurant in the heart of Nanling City.
This was a pure French restaurant with an extremely comfortable ambiance.
However, upon entering, Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan found that the restaurant was completely empty that evening.
"Are you Mr. Shen Lang and Miss Wang Yuyan?"
As Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan were about to find a place to sit, a foreign woman in her thirties, elegant and graceful, walked over and smiled at Shen Lang, saying.
In fact, she already knew these two were Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan, as the restaurant had been booked by Yang Ce for the entire evening, and the doorman would only allow Wang Yuyan in.
Since the two had entered, their identities must have been verified.
This question was more out of politeness.
"Yes—"
Upon hearing the woman's words, Shen Lang smiled slightly and replied.
"Hello, I am the manager of this establishment, my name is Anna. I will be serving you both tonight. Please follow me."
Anna was respectful and polite, leading Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan to a beautifully set dining table.
"Mr. Shen, Miss Wang, please sit."
Anna smiled and motioned for two nearby waiters to step forward and pull out chairs for them.
After the chairs were pulled out, Anna smiled at Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan and said.
Hearing Anna's words, Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan sat down.
Only after they were seated did they notice that the table was already set with candles and fresh flowers. At this moment, the restaurant lights dimmed to a warm glow, creating an extremely intimate atmosphere.
Five meters in front of the dining table, in the center of the restaurant, stood a piano, but unfortunately, there was no pianist to play it.
"Mr. Shen, Miss Wang, what would you like to eat?"
As a hint of regret flickered in Wang Yuyan's eyes, Anna gestured for two waiters to hand them the menus and said.
"I'll have a seven-minute steak, foie gras, caviar, lobster pasta, and a dessert."
Taking the menu, Wang Yuyan's movements were quick. After just a glance, she stated what she wanted.
After the two waiters had noted it down, Wang Yuyan looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "Husband, what do you like to eat?"
"Me?"
Ever since Shen Lang could remember, he ate whatever was available and never cared about what he was eating.
Moreover, no one had ever asked him what he liked to eat.
Upon hearing Wang Yuyan's question, Shen Lang's face showed shock. This was the first time anyone had asked him what he liked to eat.
For the first time, Shen Lang's heart felt warm, as if his frozen heart had finally melted.
"I... I'm fine with anything."
Deeply moved, Shen Lang said, "You order."
"Okay—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wang Yuyan smiled and said to Anna, "Please prepare everything I just ordered for him, but with three times the normal portion size for each dish."
Wang Yuyan had witnessed Shen Lang's appetite and knew that what she had ordered wouldn't even be enough to whet his appetite.
To be honest, if Wang Yuyan had seen Shen Lang eat so much before, she would have undoubtedly looked down on him.
However, after getting to know Shen Lang, the more she learned about him, the more she liked him.
In Wang Yuyan's eyes, everything about Shen Lang was the best.
"Okay—"
Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Anna smiled and then asked, "Miss Wang, what wine would you like to have?"
"Wine?"
Wang Yuyan replied, "Let's have a bottle of 1961 Lafite."
"Very good, I understand. Please wait a moment."
After noting it down, Anna gave a polite smile and then, with the two waiters, went to arrange for the kitchen to start preparing the dishes.
"Why 1961 Lafite? I heard that the best Lafite is from 1982."
After Anna left, Shen Lang chuckled.
"1982 Lafite is the most famous, but not the best. In fact, the best Lafite is from 1961, because that year had the best sunlight and rainfall, resulting in the best grapes and thus the best wine."
Wang Yuyan explained, "The 1961 Lafite has a taste that is twice as good as the 1982 Lafite, but it costs only half as much. So, I would definitely choose the 1961."
"I see."
Hearing Wang Yuyan's explanation, Shen Lang smiled, "I know quite a bit about baijiu, but I don't know much about red wine."
"Husband, you already know so much. If you knew everything, then others would have no value."
Wang Yuyan looked at Shen Lang and said gently, "Sometimes, you need to give others a chance to show off. That's how you make more friends, and how others will be willing to be your friend."
"Xiang Yu, known as the Hegemon-King, could lift a tripod and believed he could do everything. The result was that he lost all his friends, all his support, and ultimately committed suicide at Wujiang."
"Is there such an interpretation?"
Shen Lang was shocked to hear this perspective for the first time. He hadn't expected Wang Yuyan to say something like that.
Unconsciously, Shen Lang's opinion of his fiancée, Wang Yuyan, rose considerably.
"Of course, if others feel worthless around you, that they are useless by your side, they will naturally distance themselves and not want to be your friend."
Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "Life requires moments of clarity and moments of feigned ignorance. True ignorance is a sin, but feigned ignorance is not."
Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Shen Lang fell into contemplation.
Time passed quickly. Fifteen minutes later, Anna and her staff began serving the food, and the dishes they had ordered were brought out one by one.
Half an hour later, all the food was served, and the wine was opened by Anna with a corkscrew and poured for Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan respectively.
As the lights dimmed and the candlelight flickered, the atmosphere instantly became incredibly romantic.
"Husband, let's have a toast."
This was the first time Wang Yuyan had dined so closely with a man, coupled with the intimate and romantic ambiance, her cheeks flushed. She raised her wine glass and said.
"Okay—"
Shen Lang heard her and raised his glass, then clinked it with Wang Yuyan's.
After the glasses touched, Shen Lang and Wang Yuyan drank their wine in one gulp.
Perhaps it was the wine or perhaps shyness, Shen Lang noticed that Wang Yuyan's face was becoming increasingly flushed, like a ripe apple, giving him the urge to take a bite.
And Wang Yuyan, facing Shen Lang, lowered her head, appearing so shy that she couldn't speak.
Looking at the shyness on Wang Yuyan's face, Shen Lang thought of a verse.
A graceful maiden's shy blush, free from worries of time.
Wang Quan Baye's ambition to rule the world was not Shen Lang's pursuit.
Shen Lang's pursuit was simple: to treat illnesses, practice martial arts, and then drink and dine with beauties like Wang Yuyan, discussing life.