Wen Haowen didn't come back the whole night, and Ning Shuqian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but she couldn't fall asleep. All that was circling in her mind was the warm applause and whispers of laughter, like a devilish sound lingering in her ears. She tossed and turned the whole night.
But she felt a little better when she thought about the headlines of tomorrow morning's newspapers and magazines, which would be: The eldest daughter of the Wen family was beaten up in the middle of the night, stripped naked and exposed on the street!
Ning Shuqian poured a glass of red wine and sipped it elegantly. Through the thin wall of the wine glass, she saw her own nobility and elegance from the inside out, and her inner decadence gradually dissipated.
At this time, Ning Shuqian received a call and learned that Wen Xinya was rescued by a mysterious man yesterday, and the other party was very secretive about the mysterious man. She was so angry that her face was distorted and blue.
The door was pushed open with a "bang", and Wen Haowen strode into the room with a grim face.
Ning Shuqian panicked, her heart beating wildly, and she hurried forward: "Haowen, you're back. You didn't come back all night. I was very worried about you. I didn't sleep all night and waited for you in the living room."
Wen Haowen had messy hair, a sinister look on his face, and his breathing was heavy and suppressed. He took off his custom-made suit as he walked. Perhaps because his movements were too stiff and angry, he tore off the cufflinks on the cuffs of his suit. The metallic sound made a crisp sound in the empty living room, like a stone suddenly thrown into a lake, which instantly broke the tranquility of the room.
Wen Haowen had a bad temper. She had never seen him suppress his anger except in front of the old man. She was panicked and frightened to the extreme. She quickly handed him the red wine in a flattering manner: "Haowen, I saw a lifestyle program on TV saying that drinking a glass of red wine in the morning can promote blood circulation and metabolism, which is good for the body."
"Oh, you still have the leisure to drink red wine with me." Wen Haowen's voice was gloomy to the extreme. He suddenly looked at Ning Shuqian. His sinister eyes became extremely murderous. It was so dark that it seemed like a vortex with no bottom. In the depths of the vortex, there was a hint of a storm coming, like a tornado ready to strike.
Ning Shuqian trembled all over when he looked at her, and subconsciously took a step back: "No, no, no, I didn't drink the red wine, I prepared it for you... Yes, I prepared it for you!"
Wen Haowen looked at her coldly and pressed her step by step: "Do you know I will be back in the morning?"
Ning Shuqian's mind was in a mess. She shook her head and nodded. It was not that she didn't dare to speak, but she didn't know which of her words would accidentally ignite the fire of anger in him that was like a pile of firewood and burn her beyond recognition.
"Bitch, 8.1 million, that's all my hard-earned money, it wasn't washed away by the flood. You can spend it if you want, but others spend money to gain fame and fortune, what about you? You spent 8.1 million to gain such a reputation? Is my money only worth this much?" Wen Haowen pressed on step by step, snatched a long crystal cup made in Czechoslovakia from her hand, and smashed it to the ground with a "clang", splashing countless bright red wine bubbles, which struggled for the last bit of splendor in the air before falling to the ground, turning into rushing wine foam until they finally disappeared.
"Ah!" Ning Shuqian was so frightened by the "bang" sound in the room that she covered her ears and held her head and screamed.
Wen Haowen was not satisfied, so he grabbed the red wine on the table and threw it hard against the wall. The red wine flowed on the snow-white wall like blood, leaving traces of blood.
The broken pieces, illuminated by the sunlight that penetrated through the window in the morning, emitted a sharp, cold and murderous light.
“Haowen, I was wrong. Please listen to my explanation. I didn’t want this to happen…” Ning Shuqian finally reacted and wanted to explain to Wen Haowen. She crawled under Wen Haowen’s legs, letting the sharp and broken pieces of glass on the ground pierce her knees and legs, leaving a bright red blood streak on the ground. She didn’t feel any pain at all.
"Bitch, look at what you have done? You have really embarrassed me." As he said that, he threw the stack of newspapers in his hand at Ning Shuqian's face.
"Hao...Haowen!" Ning Shuqian felt her delicate face was hurt by the newspaper that hit her face. She subconsciously took out the newspaper and took a look. Suddenly, her eyes went dark and she almost fainted.
Wen Haowen suddenly slammed his suit onto Ning Shuqian's head. He felt the tie around his neck was binding his neck, making his breathing difficult. He reached out to pull the tie around his neck again, and the smooth tie was pulled into a shapeless state and hung on his clothes. He kicked Ning Shuqian to the ground.
Ning Shuqian was kicked to the ground.
"Ah!" Ning Shuqian's shrill scream rang out in the room. The fragments of the wine bottle had cut her arm, and blood gushed out all at once. Perhaps because the wound was very deep, a blood flower soon formed on the ground, and the blood flower was showing a tendency to grow larger and larger.
Although Wen Haowen was angry, he was frightened when he saw the bloodstains and the bright red bloodstains on the ground, and he became flustered: "Are you okay?"
Ning Shuqian endured the pain, got up from the ground, trembling with her lips, and forced a smile: "No... It's okay, I was just scratched by the glass, stop the bleeding, apply some medicine and it will be fine."
Wen Haowen values his face the most. She made him lose face today, so he would definitely not let her off easily. If she didn't scare Wen Haowen with some blood, she was afraid that Wen Haowen would never stop.
Sure enough, seeing Ning Shuqian bleeding so much, although Wen Haowen was still furious, he did not embarrass her anymore: "I'll take you to the hospital!"
Ning Shuqian looked pale and shook her head with a sad face: "There is a medicine box at home, I can just take care of it. Going to the hospital now will easily lead to media speculation. I have already embarrassed you so much, so I naturally cannot let you down again."
As she spoke, she lowered her head in grievance, tears streaming down her face. Her staggering body was like a flower ravaged by wind and rain, swaying, trembling, and weak. It was about to wither and wither, but it stubbornly bloomed its last bit of beauty.
Wen Haowen's heart softened, but as long as he thought about the news reports on newspapers and magazines on the roadside when he accompanied a friend from Hong Kong out of the Ninth Heaven this morning, and the look in his friend's eyes, his heart began to [puff puff] a few clusters of flames popping up again: "I have something else to do in the company this morning, so I'll leave first."
Having said that, without waiting for Ning Shuqian to speak, he picked up his coat, turned around, walked to the entrance, opened the door and left.
The sound of a door closing with a bang woke Ning Shuqian up from her vague consciousness which was caused by the pain she was suppressing. As soon as she regained consciousness, the heart-piercing pain surged up like a tide.
"Wen Xinya!" She squeezed out this name from between her teeth. The sound of her teeth chattering made people's hair stand on end!