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Chapter 863 - 860: How Could You Be the Same as Him?

Chapter 863: Chapter 860: How Could You Be the Same as Him?

"Yeah, I was just about to call you!"

Tong Xiaohua raised an eyebrow, "Call me?"

Yan Bo shrugged, "Yeah, call you!"

Forget about giving it a rest, forget about changing strategies, to hell with all that!

Cursing under his breath, Yan Bo stepped out and casually, closed the door behind him.

Compared to the raucous staff inside, Yan Bo found the corridor outside a bit quieter.

Besides, there were some things he didn’t want to ask in front of so many people.

Tong Xiaohua was a bit surprised, not having seen him for a few days, why did he seem a little odd?

So, she took another careful look at Yan Bo, only then noticing what was different.

"Yan Bo, dressed like that, you would blend in perfectly with our classmates."

Yan Bo glanced at her with a half-smile, "So it’s Yan Bo now?"

He remembered how she had called him ’Young Master Yan’ the other day, which nearly drove him to rage.

Tong Xiaohua paused for a moment, then recalled the night she had invited him and Ling Qingyun for a drink, and couldn’t help but laugh again.

"Doesn’t Young Master Ling call you ’Young Master Yan’ too? I’m even younger than you, how could I have the audacity to address you by name in front of him? Wouldn’t that seem disrespectful?"

Tong Xiaohua didn’t dare voice her real thoughts from that time, knowing full well that such an alienating statement could profoundly hurt someone.

Although she was determined to keep a distance from him, when she heard Manager Shen say he was drinking with the staff here, she ran over without a second thought. All her earlier reminders to keep away from him vanished in that instant.

Yan Bo didn’t believe her excuse, but since she was willing to call him Yan Bo again, the incident that day could be let go. He thought of it as just a little girl throwing a tantrum.

"Come on, I’ve never felt much respect from you, and besides, how are you like Young Master Ling?"

The corridor was not wide, so Yan Bo had no choice but to lean against the wall, facing Tong Xiaohua.

A waitress carrying an ice bucket and beers passed by, respectfully addressing her as Miss, her curious gaze inadvertently sweeping over their faces.

Tong Xiaohua finally realized it felt as if they were on display standing there. She pointed to the VIP Room door, "Is it okay for them to play by themselves?"

Yan Bo shook his head, "What could go wrong? As long as I’m willing to pay the bill, there is no problem."

Tong Xiaohua nodded, "Then would you be interested in sitting in my office? I do have a few bottles of treasured wine, although, I don’t really appreciate them."

Yan Bo couldn’t have asked for a better offer, "I’m very interested! Just wait for me!"

With that, he turned and pushed open the VIP Room door, telling the people inside, "Di Xu, enjoy yourselves, I have to go for a bit."

The people inside only saw their boss leaving but didn’t see the beauty pushing the door open from the outside, so they didn’t really try to stop him.

"Go on, go on, little brother should get home early to rest."

Although Di Xu didn’t try to stop him, he took the opportunity to tease him a bit.

The youngest in the room, an intern, was also twenty-three years old, so apart from the superior-subordinate relationship, Yan Bo was indeed the company’s ’little brother.’

Yan Bo was in a good mood and couldn’t be bothered to fuss with them, waving his hand as he closed the door.

"I heard from Manager Shen that you were ill?"

Yan Bo looked at Tong Xiaohua with deep focus, but unfortunately, the corridor’s lights weren’t very bright, so despite his scrutiny, he still couldn’t make out her complexion.

"Don’t listen to his nonsense..." Tong Xiaohua flatly denied.

Not until she led him to the upstairs office, under the bright lights, did he see that her face was indeed a bit pale.

"But your complexion really does look poor, is it because you’ve been too busy with work?"

The offensive power and explosive force Tong Xiaohua had shown at the punching bag gave Yan Bo the illusion that her physical constitution was very strong, which is why he tended more towards the idea that she was just tired rather than sick.

Tong Xiaohua did not utter a word, which was taken as an acceptance of his conjecture. She led him into the reception room, gestured with her chin for him to sit down, and then walked over to the Mini Bar to open the wine cabinet.

However, Yan Bo didn’t take a seat. Instead, he followed her and, upon seeing the cabinet full of collections, he was slightly surprised.

"Xiao Hua, is this wine your collection?"

Tong Xiaohua shook her head, "How could it be? This is my dad’s, no, actually that’s not correct either. My dad is quite the rough guy and doesn’t understand any of this. Strictly speaking, it’s my mom’s."

Her mother wasn’t in very good health and later on, barely drank, but she had an understanding of wine. Her father had told her that several wine brands that the Tong Family now acted as an agent for were all recommended and approved by her mother.

Yan Bo remembered that the data showed that Mrs. Tong’s health was poor because she was a heavy drinker, right?

"My mom actually doesn’t dare drink much, either. She just understands wine but isn’t keen on drinking," Tong Xiaohua, her back facing the wine cabinet and Yan Bo, seemed to have read his mind.

"Then your good tolerance for alcohol must be inherited from Uncle Tong, right?"

Standing beside her and examining every bottle’s label, Yan Bo grew even more curious about Tong Xiaohua’s mother.

First, it was the sophisticated design of the Chess and Card Club, followed by each of these expensive and precious collected wines, all contributing to weaving a mysterious veil over Mrs. Tong.

However, the information about Mrs. Tong in those documents was just too scarce.

"Hmm, half from my dad and half honed over time, I guess," Tong Xiaohua said as she turned to look at him, "I may be able to drink, but I don’t understand wine. Take a look and see which kind you like; pick one yourself?"

Tong Xiaohua stepped aside, gesturing for Yan Bo to choose for himself.

Yan Bo understood wine, but he also loved it.

Looking at the cabinet full of expensive wines, which must have been difficult to come by, he felt a bit reluctant.

"Xiao Hua, the wine we drank the other day was pretty good. Let’s save these for when Uncle Tong and the others come back to properly appreciate them," he said.

Yan Bo could imagine how much effort Tong Family’s patriarch must have put into collecting these wines.

Tong Xiaohua, however, didn’t see it that way, "My mom won’t drink them anyway, and my dad, well, he gulps down any wine, so to him, drinking these isn’t as satisfying as a bottle of Sorghum. So, just take whichever you want to drink."

Yet, Yan Bo persisted, "Xiao Hua, drinking these wines is all about the ambiance. With the mood as it is today, let’s just forget it."

Tong Xiaohua glanced at him sideways, "Yo, Young Master Yan, why don’t you tell me, what kind of ambiance does drinking these wines require?"

Yan Bo gazed at her, "Of course, a romantic one..."

Tong Xiaohua hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward, and a wave of heat unexpectedly flushed across her face. She quickly turned her head away to evade his piercing gaze.

Her nearly shy reaction delighted Yan Bo. He raised his hand to rest it on the wine cabinet’s side, asking gently, "So, do you really want to drink? We can find another suitable place."