Gu Yan had considered improving her abilities.

Meditation, practice, and finding ways to enhance your superpowers.

But Pei Yuran is an S-class student.

I'm making progress, and so are others.

This is a universally acknowledged prodigy.

Gu Yan had reason to suspect that when her superpowers became strong enough to directly control Pei Yuran...

The kids are old enough to run errands.

Haha, just kidding.

So what should we do?

He was a little thirsty and reached for the water next to him.

The bottle is made of frosted glass with a simple logo printed on it.

Atop the Alps, at a private water source.

It's said that the cost of airfreighting a single bottle of water is several hundred yuan.

The Pei family is only one level below the founding families, but it is still a top-tier wealthy family.

Gu Yan, holding the water bottle, suddenly froze.

He stared at the bottle of water, a thought flashing through his mind.

correct.

drink wine!

If he remembered correctly, Pei Yuran had never drunk alcohol since she was a child.

Alcohol can numb a person's nerves and lower their guard.

Other methods didn't work, but this one seems promising.

When it comes to alcohol, even an S-class person would be stunned if they drank too much.

Moreover, Pei Yuran has never drunk alcohol before, so she definitely doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance.

Just get her drunk...

Hey.

Gu Yan thought about it more and more and it seemed feasible.

Just do it.

He got up and walked out of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Pei Yuran sat on the stone bench as usual.

Today she wore a light blue long dress, the hem of which reached her ankles, and it was embroidered with delicate dark patterns.

The sunlight shone on her, making her face appear even whiter and more serene.

Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.

She was looking down, carefully wiping the black short sword in her hand.

The movements were slow and gentle, as if they were handling some precious treasure.

That was the sword Gu Yan gave her.

Sensing Gu Yan's arrival, she looked up.

Those icy blue eyes looked at him, still aloof, but gentler than usual.

"Gu Yan, you've arrived."

Her voice was flat.

"What kind of game are you planning to play with me this time?"

Pei Yuran looked at him, her mind filled with thoughts of the past few days.

Gu Yan played a lot of games with her, and to be honest, she quite enjoyed them.

But I always felt that Gu Yan didn't seem that happy.

Gu Yan coughed twice.

"Yuran, did you like the dessert I made for you before?"

"That one called Snow Mountain Glaze, and Ice Heart Jade Dew."

Pei Yuran nodded.

"tasty."

Gu Yan smiled.

"Sister Yuran, I've thought of something even tastier, want to try it?"

Pei Yuran looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Something even tastier?"

"What is it?"

Gu Yan blinked.

"Alcohol."

Pei Yuran was stunned for a moment.

"liquor?"

She thought about it.

"I see my uncle and second uncle drinking often."

"But my mother wouldn't allow it, saying I was too young."

Gu Yan quickly spoke up.

"Ahem, my sister is not young anymore."

"It's time to try something new."

He paused, looking into Pei Yuran's eyes.

"And, Sister Yuran, don't you want to drink with me?"

Pei Yuran was stunned.

She looked into Gu Yan's expectant eyes.

A few seconds passed.

She nodded.

"If Gu Yan wants to drink it, that's fine."

As she spoke, she took out her phone from her pocket and started fiddling with it.

Gu Yan was startled.

"Sister Yuran, what are you going to do?"

Pei Yuran didn't even look up.

"I sent a message in the group chat, asking them to bring some alcohol over."

"Tell Gu Yan and I that we want to drink."

Gu Yan quickly pressed her hand down.

"No, no, no!"

"Just have the maid outside buy it."

"No need to trouble Aunt Youyi and the others."

His heart skipped a beat.

If Aunt Youyi and Uncle Pei find out that I encouraged Pei Yuran to drink,

He couldn't bear to think about that scene.

Wouldn't that ruin him?

How should this be explained?

Pei Yuran glanced at him.

"All right."

She put away her phone, stood up, and walked out of the yard.

After a while, she returned.

"Have the maid go and buy it."

Gu Yan nodded and added another sentence.

"Sister Yuran, try to buy a stronger prescription."

Although Pei Yuran was puzzled, she still nodded.

The maid standing nearby looked puzzled as well.

But since it was the son-in-law who gave the order, we should just do as he says.

Gu Yan said again.

"Let's eat in the yard."

"It's time for lunch."

"I'll cook a few dishes to go with the drinks."

Pei Yuran hesitated for a moment.

Ever since she learned that cooking is actually quite hard work, she's been reluctant to trouble Gu Yan.

I've watched a few videos recently.

She spoke.

"How about I make a few for you?"

Gu Yan was startled.

"No, no!"

He waved his hands repeatedly.

What I was thinking was...

If Pei Yuran makes it and I actually want to eat it, wouldn't that be terrible?

You've survived so many dangerous treatments, don't let yourself die from eating vegetables in the end.

That would be ridiculous.

At his request, I've bought a lot of high-end ingredients these past few days.

Of course, it wasn't just for Pei Yuran; I wanted to eat it myself too.

Gu Yan went into the kitchen and started working.

Wash the vegetables, chop them, put them in the pan, and stir-fry.

The movements were skillful and executed in one smooth motion.

Soon, several dishes were served.

A steamed grouper, its flesh snow-white, sizzles as it's drizzled with hot oil.

A braised abalone dish, with a rich broth and plump, delicious abalone.

Steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, the vermicelli soaks up all the umami flavor.

There was also a stir-fried vegetable dish, its vibrant green color almost dripping with moisture.

Pei Yuran was already sitting obediently at the table, quietly watching him.

Those icy blue eyes followed his every move.

Gu Yan arranged the dishes.

At this moment, the servant brought over the wine.

Several bottles.

There are high-proof spirits and low-proof fruit wines.

Every bottle is a top-quality wine.

That bottle of liquor was a limited edition produced by a distillery that existed in the early days of the People's Republic of China. It was extremely rare and impossible to buy on the market.

That bottle of red wine came from a French winery with a thousand-year history, and it was said that only royalty could drink it in the past.

That bottle of fruit wine was made from top-grade Yubari melons from Hokkaido, with a production of less than one hundred bottles per year.

This made Gu Yan sigh once again at the terrifying aristocratic family.

Dynasties come and go, but powerful families remain.

The maid put down the wine and bowed slightly.

"Young master, young lady, please enjoy your meal."

After speaking, he left.

Gu Yan is now immune to the term "son-in-law".

The entire Pei family calls him that.

At first he wanted to explain, but now the most important thing was to get away, so who cares.

After washing his hands, he sat down opposite Pei Yuran.

Looking at the delicious-looking dishes and the finest wines on the table.

Gu Yan felt it instantly.

This one is probably a sure win!

I was excited, as much as I was excited.

Gu Yan maintained her gentle demeanor on the surface.

He picked up his chopsticks and placed a piece of abalone on Pei Yuran's plate.

"Sister Yuran, try my cooking."

Pei Yuran nodded.

"No need to taste it, everything Gu Yan makes is delicious."

As she spoke, she took small sips of it.

As Gu Yan watched her eat, she silently activated her Emotional Eyes.

Hmm, I'm in a pretty good mood.

Right now.

He cleared his throat.

"Sister Yuran, let's play a game."

Pei Yuran raised her head and looked at him.

"What game?"

"Rock, paper, scissors, the loser drinks."

"But Sister Yu Ran is so amazing, she drinks ten cups for every loss, how about I only drink one cup for every loss?"

Even if Pei Yuran is very skilled, as long as I win one game, I'll have the game in the bag!

Gu Yan took out two glasses and glanced at the wine on the table.

Then he directly chose the bottle of liquor with the highest alcohol content.

Glug glug, two glasses were filled.

Low prescription? Not considered.

He wants a quick victory!

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