After the dishes were served, the red wine was opened.
Although Mu Anran felt that pairing Xiang cuisine with red wine was somewhat improper, seeing the relaxed expression on Yu Lingqian's face made her suddenly feel sweet inside.
She swirled the wine glass in her hand and said, "Young Master Yu, happy birthday, I hope you're happy every day."
Happy?
This blessing was indeed novel.
The blessings others had given him were always about smooth sailing in his career; it was rare for anyone to care whether he was happy or not.
"Ding—"
With a gentle clink of the tall glasses, Mu Anran sipped her wine carefully, while Yu Lingqian stared at her unblinkingly with a slight smile on his lips.
After two glasses of wine, Mu Anran's pretty face was flushed red, and she was even speaking with less coherence.
Panting, she gazed at the handsome man across from her with misty eyes, "Young Master Yu, I feel..."