Super Doctor - Chapter 69

Zhao Qilong finally snapped out of the shock Xu Ze had dealt him, but he couldn’t wrap his head around one thing—how on earth did Xu Ze know French?

“A country bumpkin who didn’t even major in foreign languages… How could he speak French so fluently? And with better pronunciation than mine—someone who spent two years in France? That’s impossible!” Zhao Qilong muttered to himself, but no matter how much he denied it, reality stared back at him.

Frustration gnawed at him. He had planned to humiliate this apprentice, but instead, he ended up embarrassing himself and pissing off Sun Lingfei. Talk about a failed scheme.

Swallowing his pride, Zhao Qilong reined in his temper. After ordering, he shot Sun Lingfei a bitter look. “I never thought you’d fall for a guy like him.”

“Who I like is none of your business,” Sun Lingfei retorted coldly. “Let me make this clear—I don’t like you now, and I never will. So give up and stop bothering me.”

“Lingfei, you’re breaking my heart,” Zhao Qilong said, his face twisting into an exaggerated pout. “Your parents want us together. Remember how well we got along in France? Why did you change after starting college?”

“Pfft—” Xu Ze nearly spat out his water at Zhao Qilong’s dramatic display, barely stifling a laugh.

The sound shattered Zhao Qilong’s carefully crafted sorrow. His expression darkened, and he shot Xu Ze a glare before turning back to Sun Lingfei.

“In France, you were just someone my parents asked to look after me. There was nothing between us,” Sun Lingfei snapped, her cheeks flushing. She stole a glance at Xu Ze, relieved to see his calm expression, then added sharply, “Don’t make it sound like we had something. It’s disgusting.”

Exposed, Zhao Qilong scoffed. “What does this guy even have? A peasant with nothing but a pretty face—”

“Shut up!” Sun Lingfei cut in, her voice icy. “I like Xu Ze because he’s better than you—handsomer, kinder, more driven, and more considerate. So drop it. I’ll never like you.”

“Handsome? Kind? Driven? Considerate?” Xu Ze rubbed his nose, amused. “Do I really have that many virtues? I had no idea.”

Zhao Qilong, however, wasn’t amused. His face twisted in rage as he jabbed a finger at Xu Ze. “You think he’s kind? He’s just a scheming, two-faced—”

“Sir,” a waiter interjected politely, “please lower your voice. You’re disturbing other guests.”

Zhao Qilong froze, realizing his outburst had drawn disdainful glares from nearby diners. His face burned. French restaurants prized elegance and quiet—his tantrum had branded him a vulgar outsider.

Luckily, their food arrived, easing the tension. The meal proceeded in relative peace, letting Sun Lingfei and Xu Ze actually enjoy themselves.

Then came the wine.

The waiter presented a chilled white wine to Zhao Qilong—the eldest—for approval. But with a smirk, Zhao Qilong gestured for Xu Ze to taste it instead.

Wine-tasting before a meal was routine, just to confirm quality. But Zhao Qilong was testing Xu Ze again. How could a poor country boy know French, French cuisine, and now wine?

Xu Ze accepted the challenge. He lifted the glass, swirled it gently, inhaled the aroma, then took a slow sip, savoring it before finishing the rest.

“A Bordeaux blend—70% Ugni Blanc, 30% Colombard. 1998 vintage. Excellent.”

The French waiter’s eyes widened. Xu Ze had identified the wine’s exact composition—without seeing the label. Only master sommeliers could do that.

“Your praise honors us, sir,” the waiter murmured, pouring Xu Ze’s glass with newfound reverence.

Zhao Qilong and Sun Lingfei stared, stunned.

Lavella was Star City’s most authentic French restaurant, staffed by native French servers known for their professionalism. Yet here was a waiter treating Xu Ze with awe.

Xu Ze had not only pinpointed the wine’s origin and vintage—he’d dissected its recipe.

Zhao Qilong’s jaw hung open. Sun Lingfei’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

Xu Ze sat poised, his posture flawless—a natural at fine dining.

Zhao Qilong’s plan to humiliate him had backfired spectacularly.

Little did he know, with Xiao Dao’s database, analyzing wine was child’s play.