His chilly attitude greatly disturbed the birthday girl. She wondered who on Earth had managed to antagonize this man whose self-control had always been intact.
Seeing his sullen look and how Yun Shishi was keeping her distance, she reckoned that the two had an argument.
It looks like it.
From the moment the two returned to the booth, not a word was spoken between them.
Even Li Chengze's high spirits could not survive for long in the company of the grim-faced and straitlaced man. What a spoilsport, indeed!
He anxiously sat on his seat as the star's oppressive aura overwhelmed everyone in the VIP booth.
The hostess sought the man's forgiveness to alleviate the tension in the air by serving him a glass of red wine. "Xingze, what's the matter?"
Following her question, she said pacifyingly, "I was willful earlier. Can you let it pass? This is a toast to ask for your forgiveness."
She then downed the glass of wine at one go.
The man did the same without looking at her.
The wine glass almost cracked as it hit the table when he put it down.
Yun Shishi saw how agitated he looked and knew that he was angry. Deep down, she felt wronged and guilty, yet she did not know how to approach him about it.
Is it wrong for me to tell him not to waste his affections on me?
Li Chengze sought her. As he sat down next to her, she purposely shuffled away from him. The man smilingly bridged the gap between them again.
She glared at him. "What are you trying to do?"
"Sorry, sorry! I was in the wrong earlier! I said those words in a moment of anger; can you find it in your heart to forgive me? I am quick-tempered and often shoot my mouth off when upset. You can scold me if it helps lessen your anger on me!"
He acted like a poor chap before her as he served himself a glass of wine. "Let this toast be my way of seeking your forgiveness!"
He lifted the glass to his mouth and finished the wine at one go. He then presented the bottom of the glass to her to indicate that not one sip was left behind.
She turned her head away and ignored him.
He quickly pushed a glass of cocktail in her direction as he said with a smile, "Don't be angry! I've ordered this beverage for you. It contains only a small amount of red wine. This low-alcohol cocktail is the bar's specialty. Take this as my peace offering!"
He said a few more words when she continued to ignore him. "Dear missy, can you not be angry anymore? I'm a b*stard to say those things earlier; you can slap me—"
"All right." She sighed in resignation. "I'll drink this up, but stop bothering me, okay?"
"I won't bother you as long as you forgive me!"
"I forgive you."
She would agree to anything as long as he stopped pestering her.
Slowly, she lifted the cocktail to her mouth. The lemon-flavored liquid inside the glass swirled slightly with her movement, vividly reminding her of that previous horrific experience. This unbearable alcoholic drink was repulsive to her.
Seemingly like offering a prayer, she held her breath, closed her eyes, and solemnly drank the cocktail. The sweet fragrance of the cocktail woke her up instantly!