Chapter 142 - I Don’t Have Such Disgraceful Daughter (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

It was almost 11:00 PM when the party ended.

The lights on the street were off, but the Wen Family’s mansion was still brightly lit.

The clicking sound from the clock on the wall was especially clear in the silent room, like an evil and nerve-racking voice from hell, penetrating people’s mind and torturing their eardrums. Slowly, the clock struck twelve.

Old Mr. Wen stood in front of the glass window and looked up at the sky. A galaxy of stars gleamed, like a river flowing in the dark.

At this moment, a beam of light flashed across the window. Old Mr. Wen moved his stiff body slightly and clenched his fist.

Wen Haowen put his arm around Ning Shuqian’s waist, and they walked into the living room together with Wen Yuya five steps behind, as she didn’t want to disturb her parents.

Wen Haowen and Ning Shuqian were slightly surprised upon entering the brightly lit living room. Then they caught sight of Old Mr. Wen standing beside the window. “Father, why are you staying up this late?” asked Wen Haowen.

Old Mr. Wen didn’t reply but stood there with a solemn expression.

Ning Shuqian was concerned. “Father, you’ve been busy with the party in the past few hours. You must be very tired. Why not go and rest early?”

“Hmm!” Old Mr. Wen ignored Ning Shuqian.

Wen Haowen trembled at the snort which carried a note of aggression. Deep down, he feared his father more than he respected him. “Father, Shuqian and I are both tired. We are going to have a rest.”

As he spoke, he held Ning Shuqian’s waist and headed towards their courtyard.

“Wait!” A simple word with undeniable authority.

Wen Haowen froze on the spot as a beam of light from the chandelier shone on him and made him shiver. He forced a smile and said, “Father, do you have anything for me? It’s very late now, and I’m really tired after the party. Can we leave this for tomorrow?”

Old Mr. Wen turned around slowly with a stern expression. His face was so serious and stiff that his wrinkles seemed less obvious than usual. However, anger could be detected through his closed lips. “I have to make myself clear today. Xinya is coming back tomorrow, and I don’t want to see chaos in the family once she’s here.”

Ning Shuqian turned pale and forced a smile. “Father, you want to talk to Haowen? I will go upstairs, then.”