Gong Jie replied fiercely, "If you want to rob my wine cellar, you'll have to do it over my dead body!"
…
Two hours later.
The seaside, the sunset, the waves.
Barbecue, champagne, and displayed on the other table were the wines that Yun Shishi and Mu Yazhe had looted from Gong Jie's cellar.
Gong Jie slumped weakly onto the beach chair as though he was paralyzed. His eyes were empty as if he had nothing left to live for. The twins watched with heartache, but they did not know how to console him.
Youyou sighed. "How pitiful…"
Little Yichen nodded in agreement. "It is, rather…"
"If I hadn't heard this from Alice, I wouldn't have had a clue that Uncle was so wealthy."
"Sherry from 1775…"
Pop!
Mu Yazhe uncorked the bottle of sherry. A mesmerizing fragrance wafted through the air and the sea breeze carried it to Gong Jie.
