Looking at the slender jade-like hand of Qin Ruomeng offering him a glass of red wine, Ye Tianfan could only respond with a helpless smile as he accepted the glass.
Ye Tianfan hadn't expected that, in her moments of disappointment, Qin Ruomeng could show such a gentle side. If she could maintain this warmth, it would indeed be a beautiful thing.
"The wine is not bad."
Ye Tianfan swirled the red wine in his glass, examining it under the light.
"We drink until we're drunk."
Qin Ruomeng raised her glass, downing the red wine in one go, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on the rim of the glass.
The stronger the woman, the softer her heart, an unchanging truth. Qin Ruomeng was no exception. As the predetermined successor of the Qin Group, she had to face a variety of people and situations, which made her become hard, indifferent, and unapproachable.
