Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Tan Lian stood before Fu Zhengting and confirmed one thing.

The boss is in a bad mood.

It's still a very bad situation.

Although the boss wasn't a particularly cheerful person, he had never had such a cold and unpleasant expression before.

He was very puzzled and confused.

Is there something wrong with the restaurant?

Thinking this, a sense of unease arose in his heart. He cautiously glanced at Fu Zhengting, noticing that his thin lips were still tightly pursed, and asked, "Boss, is there a problem with the restaurant?"

Fu Zhengting's gaze was still on Qin Fei's face. Thinking of what Qin Fei had said to Mu Tiantian not long ago, "You used to sleep at my house," he imagined that scene and was on the verge of losing control.

Tan Lian noticed that Fu Zhengting's hands were clenched into fists as he looked down.

He followed Fu Zhengting's gaze and looked at Qin Fei.

The boss seems to have a lot of hostility towards this handsome guy?

Because Qin Fei often brought clients to the restaurant, he remembered Qin Fei, which is why he asked a question earlier.

It's unexpected that Qin Fei and Mu Tiantian know each other; it seems Qin Fei likes Tiantian.

Why is the boss so hostile towards Qin Fei? Does he also like Tian Tian?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

As Qin Fei smiled, he realized something was wrong. He felt a gaze fixed on his face and looked up.

The moment he looked over, Fu Zhengting finally looked away and stepped into the private room.

Tan Lian followed him inside.

Qin Fei watched Fu Zhengting's retreating figure and frowned suspiciously. Why did he feel that Fu Zhengting was very hostile towards him?

He was a nobody in the business world, and even a business tycoon like Fu Zhengting didn't know him, so how could he possibly be hostile towards him?

Fu Zhengting might simply be in a bad mood.

The client is still in the private room; he needs to go to the restroom and then go back to continue having dinner with the client.

Xu Zhiling, who had been silent since bringing the group up, glanced at Qin Fei's retreating figure as he headed towards the restroom, then at Fu Zhengting inside the private room, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of suspicion and keen observation.

She had been observing silently the whole time.

This Mu Tiantian is really something else.

Fu Zhengting had been watching her the whole time.

That kind of jealous, even angry look in your eyes, only appears when you like someone.

She now has many questions about Mu Tiantian and plans to continue observing her secretly.

She didn't rush downstairs, but went into the private room and stood next to Tan Lian.

Tan Lian carefully looked at the dishes on the table and prepared them all according to Fu Zhengting's instructions.

At first glance, no problem could be found.

He had just asked Fu Zhengting a question, but Fu Zhengting didn't answer it, so he didn't press the matter further and stood aside waiting for Fu Zhengting to speak.

Even long-time customers could tell that Fu Zhengting was in a bad mood.

I plan to ask about it later when we have dinner and drinks.

He noticed there were two bottles of wine on the table.

Looking at the glistening roast goose, my appetite was instantly whetted.

The roast goose skin looked crispy. I lowered my head and smelled it; the aroma wafted into my nose, and my stomach rumbled.

He had eaten roast meat at many restaurants, but the one from Fu's Restaurant was the one he always missed.

Fu Zhengting remained silent, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere. He made a greedy sniffing motion, as if he wanted to eat, and tried to smooth things over by saying, "Mr. Fu, this is the aroma I've been craving. Let's not stand on ceremony and start eating."

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of roast goose meat, and began to eat.

He bit into the crispy crust, which was crunchy and the aroma filled his mouth, and he smiled contentedly.

Fu Zhengting didn't want to give his regular customers a bad experience, so he composed himself, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece, and ate with them.

Tan Lian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the old customer, "Mr. Liu, just tell us if there's anything you'd like to eat. If you're still hungry, just order more. We'll do our best to satisfy you."

Fu's customers all like to dine at Fu's Restaurant. He remembers many of them so he can better serve them.

The regular customer was a straightforward person, and he smiled directly at Tan Lian, saying, "This table is full of food, we can't possibly finish it all. Don't bother, it's not good to waste food."

Tan Lian smiled and nodded, "Then Mr. Liu and our boss can take your time eating."

"I won't disturb your meal."

Seeing that Tan Lian was about to leave with Xu Zhiling, Fu Zhengting glanced at the two bottles of wine on the table. Feeling bad, he suddenly wanted to drink.

Two bottles are not enough.

As Tan Lian turned around, he called out to him, "Bring three or four more bottles of wine."

Tan Lian was a little scared. Although each bottle of this liquor was only 500 milliliters, it had a very high alcohol content. Two bottles would be enough to make him sick.

He guessed right; the boss was indeed in a bad mood.

He was curious as to why he was in a bad mood.

I have a vague feeling that it's related to Mu Tiantian.

Thinking back carefully, Mu Tiantian's gaze towards the boss just now seemed a bit off.

It's like we know each other.

Even the regular customers were a bit surprised. In the past, when they dined with Fu Zhengting, he rarely drank, usually only about half a glass. They couldn't help but joke, "Mr. Fu, are you planning to drink until you drop tonight?"

Fu Zhengting did not deny it, leaned back lazily in his chair, then picked up the bottle and poured wine for his regular customer.

It was rare for Fu Zhengting to be in the mood for drinking, so his long-time customers were naturally happy to oblige.

Tan Lian thought to himself that he would tell Fu Zhengting about Peng Qiong harassing the hostess at the restaurant once Fu Zhengting's mood improved. He then took Xu Zhiling out.

Xu Zhiling kept looking at Fu Zhengting with a look of admiration and infatuation in her eyes.

Every time I see Fu Zhengting, I feel as happy as if I'm seeing a big star.

Handsome guys are pleasing to the eye.

She had to look away when Tan Lian reached the door and was about to close it.

Tan Lian told Xu Zhiling to go downstairs to get busy while he went upstairs to get the wine.

When Qin Fei returned from the restroom, he stopped at the door of Fu Zhengting's private room. He recalled Fu Zhengting's cold and gloomy gaze not long ago and still felt that it was hostile.

But he didn't have the courage to knock on the door and go in to find out.

He would only dare to ask when he could stand on equal footing with Fu Zhengting.

Or ask Mu Tiantian if she knows Fu Zhengting.

After thinking it over, the only possibility he could think of was that Fu Zhengting was jealous of him!

Although I find this guess absurd, I still need to find out the truth.

He went back to the private room to continue having dinner with his clients.

In Peng Qiong's private room.

He was still happy, and the thought of how generously Mu Tiantian had drunk with him not long ago made him feel incredibly good.

At the time, he was too embarrassed to flirt with her.

He put down his wine glass, looked at his right hand, and savored the memory of that embrace. Even just that embrace felt wonderful. He couldn't imagine how pleasurable it would be to get someone into bed and hold them by the waist.

Haste makes waste. After discussing it with Xiao Peng, he decided to take it slow this time, becoming friends with Mu Tiantian first and then pursuing her after they got to know each other better.

Tan Lian took three bottles of wine back to the third floor, knocked on the door of the private room, and placed them on the dining table.

Seeing Fu Zhengting tilt his head back and take a big gulp of wine from a full glass, as if venting something, they became even more curious.

The boss was in a bad mood and didn't want to get yelled at, so he turned to leave.

Fu Zhengting put down his wine glass, glanced at Tan Lian's retreating figure, and asked in a slightly hurried voice, "Is the restaurant hiring new staff?"

The alcohol burned as it went down my throat, and I felt terrible.

It would be even more painful not to ask.