Ming Luchuan stood up and gently patted the crown of Xia Wennan’s head before following Ming Qin out of the dining room. In an instant, only three people remained at the dining table; Xia Wennan, Ming Siyan, and Yin Zejing. Ming Siyan set his chopsticks down, then looked up at Xia Wennan and said, “Wennan, I’m going back to my room.” Xia Wennan nodded. Ming Siyan got up and left. As a result, only Xia Wennan and Yin Zejing were left in the dining room. Yin Zejing, who appeared to be in a pretty good mood, raised his wine glass towards Xia Wennan and said, “Congratulations, Wennan.”
Xia Wennan raised a finger and pointed upstairs, saying, “Didn’t you hear what dad said just now? There’s not much to congratulate me on right now, is there?” The slight smile on Yin Zejing’s face didn’t fade. “No matter what he says, you deserve the congratulations.” Xia Wennan reluctantly lifted his wine glass, clinked their glasses, and tilted his glass till the wine wet his lips, without swallowing a single drop.
Yin Zejing, on the other hand, drained the contents of his glass. After putting it down, he leaned over and whispered to Xia Wennan, “Qin ge’s getting on in years. Many of his ideas aren’t suitable for the company’s growth.” Xia Wennan said nothing. It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand where Ming Qin was coming from, but ruthfully, until now, with how Ming Yan’s sales were on a decline, he was unsure whether persisting with his idea was the best move. Yin Zejing grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself half a glass of wine. “You have to know that, currently, there’s only one Xia Wennan in the entire perfume industry,” he added as he drank. “When pheromone perfumes are concerned, you having ideas and sticking to them amounts to so much more than you without them. If I were Qin ge, I’d definitely give you my unconditional support.”