Me! The Most Extravagant Son-In-Law

Exposing the Fake Wine

At this moment, in the living room downstairs,

Chloe Bennett’s mother, Yvonne Lin, was beaming as she poured tea. Across from her sat a handsome, well-dressed young man.

“Ryan, you’ve only been back in the States for six months, and you must still have tons of work at the company. How did you even find time to come see me?”

Yvonne said with a charming smile.

Ryan Chase immediately stood up, took the teapot from her hands naturally, and replied with a grin, “No matter how busy I am, I still have to come see you, Auntie. I have to say, you’ve been looking younger and younger these past few years.”

Those words made Yvonne even happier, and she regarded Ryan Chase with growing satisfaction.

Compared to her useless son-in-law, this Mr. Chase was handsome, polished, and successful — they were worlds apart.

Yvonne feigned a sigh. “What’s so young about that? I’ve been worrying about Chloe’s marriage these past two years. It’s enough to give anyone gray hairs.”

“From what you’re saying, Auntie, it sounds like Chloe isn’t very happy in her marriage.”

Ryan Chase frowned slightly, his voice raised just enough to carry upstairs. “I heard Ethan’s one of those rare stay-at-home husbands these days.”

Ethan Cole, who had just come down from the bedroom, overheard the remark. A chill instantly darkened his calm expression.

What a hypocrite. On the surface, Ryan was defending him, but in truth, he was mocking him for being useless — a man who’d done nothing for five years.

In reality, Ethan hadn’t been idle during those years, but he could never compare to Chloe, who managed a thriving business. Within six months of their marriage, Yvonne had taken it upon herself to make Ethan quit his job, turning him into an unpaid servant for the Bennett family.

What surprised Ethan was that Logan Bennett, who had always idolized Ryan Chase as a future brother-in-law, had spent the past six months trailing after him like a lost puppy. But today, Logan was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that the car incident had landed him in trouble?

Just then, Ryan said, “If Auntie thinks he should be doing something, why not let him come work for me at the Chase Group? Chloe’s company is focused on pharmaceuticals — if his background doesn’t fit, he won’t be much help there. My company’s work is mostly sales, nothing too technical. I can find him something.”

“Ah, listen to you, Ryan. Any girl who could marry you would truly be blessed…”

Yvonne’s words grew more and more animated — she nearly said out loud that she wished Chloe would divorce Ethan and marry Ryan instead.

But Ethan didn’t give her the chance. From upstairs, his steady voice cut through the conversation.

“Mr. Chase, you don’t need to worry about my career.”

“Oh?”

Ryan looked up, slightly startled. When he saw Ethan standing there in a cheap T-shirt, he smirked. “Well then, I wish you all the best in your… career. I’m sure Auntie will rest easier knowing that.”

At those words, Yvonne’s face darkened. “Ryan’s only trying to help you! Ethan Cole, how dare you speak to him like that? Apologize to him!”

But Ethan didn’t apologize. He looked at her coolly and said, “My job is my own choice. There’s no need for him to intervene.”

Both Yvonne and Ryan were stunned.

Ethan’s tone wasn’t meek or defensive — it carried a quiet authority that actually overshadowed Ryan’s confident demeanor.

Yvonne suddenly realized that Ethan felt… different.

“It’s fine,” Ryan said smoothly, though a flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes. He reached down and set a sleek wooden box on the table. “By the way, I brought this from the Margaux estate in France. It’s quite old — 1994 vintage. Make sure to let it breathe before you taste it.”

As he spoke, Ryan shot Ethan a smug glance, as if to say, You’ve probably never even seen a wine like this, let alone owned one.

But to his surprise, Ethan’s expression didn’t change. He looked utterly calm, as if Ryan had just pulled out a $2 beer from a convenience store.

Ryan suddenly felt like he’d punched air — an infuriating, empty feeling.

His smile faltered, and a sharp edge crept into his tone. “I didn’t realize Mr. Cole was such a wine connoisseur. Why don’t you join us for a glass of this Margaux, then?”

Yvonne didn’t catch the underlying hostility. Thinking Ryan was just being polite, she added mockingly, “He’s a broke kid, Ryan. How could he possibly know good wine from bad? Don’t waste it on him.”

“Auntie,” Ryan said with feigned warmth, “Mr. Cole is your son-in-law, after all. It’s fine to reward him with a glass.”

He emphasized the word “reward,” clearly trying to humiliate Ethan.

But Ethan just smiled faintly. “It’s a fake. Better not to drink it.”

“What?”

Ryan’s brows knit together. He thought Ethan was bluffing to save face.

Yvonne rushed to Ryan’s defense. “Are you out of your mind? Don’t spout nonsense in front of Ryan! Go back to your room if you can’t behave!”

“You’re my mother-in-law,” Ethan said evenly. “Of course I have to look out for you. If you drink fake wine, it won’t just taste bad — it could actually make you sick. Are you sure you still want to drink it?”

His voice was calm and firm, and for a moment, Yvonne hesitated. Something in his tone made her uneasy.

“Enough!” Ryan snapped, eyes cold. “If you’re saying it’s fake, prove it. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you regret those words.”

Ethan sneered inwardly.

You’re just an outsider, yet you act like you already own the Bennetts.

He said plainly, “In 1994, a natural disaster devastated France’s grape harvest. All the top wineries — including Château Margaux — suspended production that year. And you’re saying this is a 1994 Margaux? That’s hilarious.”

“I—”

Ryan froze. He hadn’t expected Ethan to give such a precise, confident explanation.

After a brief pause, he straightened his neck and muttered, “I must’ve misremembered. It’s actually a 1995.”

Ethan smiled faintly, picked up the bottle, and slowly turned it around.

The label read clearly in bold print: 1994.