Chapter 55: A Wine Cellar Worth Billions

"Yet she says she feels uncomfortable..." Leng Mohan was still not completely convinced, worrying that Zhang Yuting might not have examined her thoroughly enough.

Zhang Yuting suddenly began to doubt Leng Mohan's intelligence, but not daring to voice his thoughts to his face, he could only roll his eyes even more dramatically and said, "Anyone who is drunk will naturally feel uncomfortable."

Leng Mohan paused for a fraction of a second, then picked up Zhang Yuting's medical bag, hung it around his neck, and said, "All right, you can go back and resume your date now."

"I'm not leaving, I am not leaving. This is clearly abandoning your helper after crossing the bridge! You ruined my date, and since I have no date left to go to, I'm staying at your place. The very least you can do is let me drink a bottle of wine." Zhang Yuting decided to shamelessly dig his heels in.

Leng Mohan glanced at him and said, "Follow me."

Zhang Yuting followed Leng Mohan downstairs, bypassed the main staircase, and discovered a hidden set of stairs tucked away in the stairwell—a secret passage leading directly underground.

Leng Mohan stood on the top step of the hidden stairway and clapped his hands twice. The voice-activated light above responded instantly, casting a dim, yellowish glow downward. As one descended the steps, a soft luminescence accompanied the path all the way down, while the walls on both sides were lined entirely with bright, gleaming mirrors. Originally, that single light could never have fully illuminated the dark stairwell, but through the refraction of the mirrors, the entire passage became bright and crystal-clear. Moreover, the interplay of reflections created an illusion of great spaciousness, while the warm lighting lent the space a dreamlike quality.

The staircase was not particularly long, consisting of just over a dozen steps to reach the bottom.

Down below, the space suddenly opened up vastly. The overhead lighting no longer carried a dim, yellowish hue, but instead radiated a dazzling, pristine white.

After giving his eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness, Zhang Yuting raised his gaze to take in the room.

One glance was all it took to give him quite a jolt.

This place—this was actually the legendary wine cellar of Leng Mohan, rumored to be worth billions!

From the outside in, rows of metal racks stood arranged in concentric circles throughout the room, laden with every imaginable kind of wine, each bottle of astronomical value.

At the very center of these concentric circles stood a bar counter, set with all sorts of glassware. Imperial champagne glasses gleamed with a gorgeous luster under the lights.

This was Zhang Yuting's favorite set of glassware, without exception. His eyes lit up as he stared hungrily at the set.

Meanwhile, Leng Mohan strolled leisurely among the wine racks, his long, slender, and fair fingers tapping lightly against bottles of immense value before finally selecting a bottle of 1787 Chateau Lafite.

Handing the wine to Zhang Yuting, he said, "Drink to your heart's content down here by yourself. I'm heading back up."

With that, he turned away, completely ignoring Zhang Yuting's frantic protests as he yelled behind him, "Hey, you can't do this! Leaving a guest alone in the wine cellar to drink while the host vanishes without a trace!"

Watching Leng Mohan's receding back, Zhang Yuting started to follow him upstairs, but after taking a single step up, he spun around, rushed back down to scoop up the bottle of 1787 Chateau Lafite that Leng Mohan had just given him, and then hurried to catch up with Leng Mohan's pace.

After finally seeing Zhang Yuting off, Leng Mohan walked back into the bedroom. The stark, cold light in the room made his eyes ache. He glanced up at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, deciding he should replace it tomorrow with something softer.

Lin Yan lay quietly on the bed, her complexion looking exceptionally pale under the illumination.

Leng Mohan reached out to gently stroke her face, a faint smile touching his lips. "What a foolish girl."

Her skin felt as smooth as a peeled egg, so exquisite to the touch that he found himself reluctant to pull his hand away.