Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 95 - 93 Jiayi’s Counterattack

Indeed, Mu Qingran intended to embarrass Jiayi in front of these distinguished elites.

She was well aware that accompanying Huo Zhenyang to Banan Vineyard to sign a contract, she was merely acting as an accompanying secretary, not some wine professional.

"Director Mu is truly overpraising me, how could I be that capable?" Jiayi modestly declined.

"Jiayi, don’t be modest, if you don’t give it a try, others might think you got to accompany the company CEO on business trips, not because of your exceptional abilities, but because of something else."

Jiayi’s eyes flashed, if she didn’t demonstrate her ability to appreciate wine, those present would think she was just a female subordinate who had ascended through unwritten rules, or perhaps even worse, become the subject of disgusting rumors.

"Jiayi, can you do it?" Tang En’en asked, seeing Jiayi unmoved and feeling somewhat nervous.

Initially, Tang En’en thought that Mu Qingran was truly Jiayi’s friend, but it turned out she was there to cause trouble.

With so many wines on the tray, just looking at them was enough to dazzle the eyes, guessing accurately what each one was seemed too difficult.

If by chance she guessed wrong, it wouldn’t just be a little embarrassing in front of so many colleagues and business elites.

Tang En’en considered feigning a stomach ache to have Jiayi take her away, which would also provide an excuse for Jiayi, but before she could grab her clothes, she saw Jiayi step forward toward the servant.

Jiayi casually picked up a tall glass from the tray, swirled it a couple times, then brought it to her lips, sniffed, and finally took a small sip.

Mu Qingran watched her closely, a dismissive-smirk at her lips, heh, she’s putting on quite an act.

Jiayi’s eyebrows moved slightly, and she savored the wine in her mouth, as the night breeze stirred her hair, her skin shone like jade against her light green attire, and her wine-tasting pose resembled that of an Eastern goddess.

The entire crowd was gradually attracted to the wine tasting here.

In a short time, quite a number of people gathered around.

"How about it, Jiayi, can you tell what wine it is? Tell everyone," said Mu Qingran in a gentle voice.

Jiayi placed the wine glass back on the tray and opened her rosy lips, "This wine has a strong black currant and berry flavor, with a hint of pepper, it should be a Cabernet Sauvignon red from Bordeaux, and if I’m not mistaken, the vintage is 1985."

The servant lifted the glass, tore off the note at the bottom, and was stunned: "That’s correct, it’s a 1985 Cabernet Sauvignon."

After saying this, he showed the piece of paper to everyone around.

The crowd buzzed with astonishment.

This girl not only identified the type and label of the wine but also mentioned the year, which was even more impressive than what Mu Qingran had just said.

You should know, even professional sommeliers might not be able to identify the vintage of a wine with such precision.

Yet, this young girl had done it in less than two minutes.

"Wow, this lady really knows how to appreciate wine."

"Appearances can be deceiving, I thought she was just a pretty face."

...

How is that possible? Mu Qingran’s face twitched, she clenched her fists tightly.

She had chosen wines that were rarely seen on the market, difficult for ordinary people to taste, why did Jiayi guess them correctly?

Jiayi glanced at Mu Qingran whose face was already turning pale and then reached for another glass.

This one was a round-bellied glass.

She swirled it gently, took a small sip, and this time her lips curved into a confident smile even faster: "This one is a ’golden Lafite’ from the ’80s, it should be quite popular with the upper-class in this city."

The servant once again tore off the note from the bottom, swallowed a gulp of saliva, and showed it to the people around: "Golden Lafite from the ’80s."

Disbelieving, Mu Qingran’s heart surged like a stormy sea, though she kept a tight smile on her face, and casually grabbed a glass from the tray, handing it over, "This one, Jiayi must know as well."

Jiayi accepted the glass and took a deep sniff along the rim, facing Mu Qingran with a slight lift of her chin, her smile blooming like a splendid tapestry in a flash, "Australia’s ’76 Jacob’s Creek."

Mu Qingran was stunned, she hadn’t even tasted the wine and could determine its variety and vintage merely by scent.

It didn’t just prove that Jiayi’s wine tasting abilities were extraordinary but also... she was counterattacking her.

She sought to prove that she could identify it just by smell, no taste needed.

Mu Qingran’s face gradually darkened, her fists clenched with a creaking sound, but no one noticed her, as the crowd’s praises and exclamations had drowned her out.

"Incredible, so this young lady is indeed talented. No wonder she’s valued by Huo Zhenyang despite her young age."

"That’s right, even a mere junior employee of Huo Group is this impressive, no wonder the Huo Family’s status is rising higher and higher both domestically and abroad."

...

Murmurs washed over like ripples on a lake.

Jiayi finally found an opportunity, pulled Tang En’en by the hand, and slipped away from the crowd through a gap, sneaking off.

On the balcony, both of the dashing men took in the brief commotion.

Samuel was rather surprised, "Zhenyang, your sweetheart actually possesses this skill too? Lucky that she does, otherwise it would’ve been a huge embarrassment..."

Huo Zhenyang’s hands quietly rested on the carved balcony railing, his eagle-like eyes deepened with a strong displeasure, "Who let that woman come here?"

Samuel looked at him, "The guest for the anniversary, invited over email by the manager of the external public relations department."

"Fire him."

Three words, cold and merciless, without any room for feelings.

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"Jiayi, you couldn’t possibly be a professional sommelier, could you?" As they left the crowd, Tang En’en couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

Jiayi was taken aback by the question, having just impulsively picked up the glass to try, not wanting Mu Qingran to succeed or to be mocked by others.

She hadn’t expected that when the rich aroma of the wine wafted in, she felt an invisible intuition:

She recognized these wines, she was even familiar with them.

The memories lingering in her brain guided her to effortlessly name the drinks, their varieties, and even the vintage.

She didn’t believe she had been a professional sommelier before, given that she got tipsy off one glass and drunk off three, something even Huo Zhenyang knew.

With such a low tolerance for alcohol, how could she possibly be in this line of work?

But then... why did she understand wines so well? And such high-end ones at that...

So, aside from speaking foreign languages and driving, was she also well-versed in wines?

What kind of person was she in her past life, and what kind of life had she lived...

While she was lost in thought, Tang En’en waved her hand in front of Jiayi’s face, "Jiayi, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." Jiayi snapped back to reality.

Tang En’en took a deep breath and probed, "Can you tell me now, what else are you hiding from me?"

"Huh?" Jiayi was still not fully with it.

Tang En’en pointed to her dress helplessly, "This dress, it’s obviously authentic, why did you say it was a fake? And with its price, you couldn’t afford it even if you saved your salary for several years without eating or drinking... How did you get it?"

Jiayi thought for a moment, fixed her gaze on Tang En’en, and said earnestly, "En’en, this dress was a gift from someone, someone you know."