The milk was quickly brought to Cecilia Gu, and she obediently drank it.
Out of all the types of milk, she only liked the kind reserved for Japanese royalty.
And out of all the types of juice, she only liked the fresh-squeezed juice from New Zealand.
Of all the brands of pure water, she only drank the Italian kind.
Cecilia suddenly felt her head spin.
Cecilia was a little worried—after her baby was born, would it be just as picky as its father?
Cecilia sat there lost in thought, while Charles Yin, sitting across from her, appeared to be eating but was actually watching her out of the corner of his eye the whole time.
His uncanny Scorpio intuition kicked in again. Charles Yin lazily reassured Cecilia: "Of course my kid will take after me. What's wrong with being picky? The Yin Family can handle it."
Cecilia nearly spit out her milk again.
Was Charles Yin born with a sixth sense or something?
Why was it that every time she complained about him in her heart, he could guess exactly what she was thinking?
“You need to focus on learning etiquette these next few days.” Charles Yin elegantly picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. “In a few days, the president of a Korean company and his wife will visit China. As the CEO’s wife, you’ll be hosting with me. You can’t embarrass the Yin Family. Don’t go to work for now—just concentrate on this.”
“Got it,” Cecilia muttered.
Oh my god, the president and his wife from Korea? And I have to host them?
Cecilia suddenly felt overwhelmed.
How was she supposed to handle something like this?
After saying this, Charles Yin got up and left.
As soon as he left, the others immediately cleared away his dishes.
Once Cecilia finished her milk, she also got up from the table.
Looks like she really needed to master the piano—and her table manners, too!