Flattery, directed at the wrong person? Gu Xiao opened his mouth, looking bewildered, while Gu Qianqiu glanced at him, questioning how he ended up with a son like this. Could it be hereditary?
Half an hour later.
The dining room.
Dish after dish was served on the table—deep sea lobster, sea cucumber fish maw... and so on. These dishes were quite expensive, priced at thousands in a restaurant.
Then, Ruan Lingyu glanced at Gu Yunxi, who immediately understood and blushed: "Mom, are we really going to drug him?"
"What do you think?"
"I feel so underhanded!"
"Don't you love him?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then it's okay!"
Is this really right? Gu Yunxi secretly thought, is drugging someone necessary for love? Can such love be truly happy?
"Stop being wishy-washy, go get the red wine!" Ruan Lingyu gave Gu Yunxi a sidelong glance, who showed a look of helplessness, took down a bottle of '82 red wine from the wine rack, and after uncorking it, asked, "Really going to drug him?"
