Chapter 195 - Thats My Hard-Earned Money (1/2)

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Wen Haowen did not come back the entire night. Ning Shuqian heaved a sigh of relief uncontrollably, but couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. Hovering in her mind was the thunderous applause and whispered mocking, as though pestered by a demon’s voice. Just like that, she tossed and turned in bed the whole night.

However, thinking about how tomorrow morning’s headlines of papers and magazines would become: “Eldest Daughter of the Wen Family Assaulted in the Night, Shirt Torn, Laying Naked On the Streets!”, she felt slightly better deep down.

Pouring herself a glass of red wine, Ning Shuqian sipped elegantly. As she saw her reflection through the thin wine glass, her classiness and elegance shining from within, she felt less dilapidated.

At this moment, Ning Shuqian received a call and only realized then that Wen Xinya had been rescued by a mysterious person the day before. Furthermore, the other party was reticent about the mysterious person, instantly angering her till her face became twisted and pale.

A “Clank!” sound was heard as the main door was slammed open. Wen Haowen marched into the house with a livid expression.

Ning Shuqian panicked—instantly, her heart was thumping non-stop, as she hurriedly went up to receive him. “Haowen, you’re back. You didn’t come back the whole night, I’ve been constantly worrying about you and didn’t sleep the entire night, waiting up for you in the living room.”

Wen Haowen’s hair was in a mess, his face looked malicious and insidious, and his breathing was suppressed and heavy. He removed his custom-made suit as he walked, and, probably due to his overly stiff and angry movements, ripped off the cuff-link on the sleeve of the suit. The metallic sound hung in the air of the living room, giving off a crisp sound, like a rock suddenly thrown into a lake, and instantly broke the peace which filled the room.

Wen Haowen was hot-tempered, and, besides somewhat suppressing his anger in front of Old Mr. Wen, she had never seen him forbearing his fury as such. Feeling momentarily lost and extremely terrified, she hurriedly handed the red wine in her hand to him in a pleasing manner. “Haowen, previously I’d seen a lifestyle television program mention that having a glass of red wine in the morning can improve blood circulation and metabolism, very good for health.”

“Ah, you’re still in a leisurely and carefree mood for red wine.” Wen Haowen’s voice was extremely dark. He suddenly looked towards Ning Shuqian, the pair of sinister eyes becoming immensely vicious—so dark that they were like bottomless vortexes, within which a storm was vaguely brewing, like a threatening tornado.

Ning Shuqian was shaking all over from his stare and instinctively moved a step backward. “No no no, I didn’t drink any red wine—I prepared it for you… yes, it’s prepared for you!”

Wen Haowen looked at her coldly as he closed in on her, step by step. “You knew I’d be back in the morning?”

Ning Shuqian’s mind was in a mess as she shook and nodded simultaneously—not that she couldn’t talk, but because she didn’t know if her words would accidentally spark the flames of fury piled onto him, burning herself beyond recognition.

“B*tch, 8.1 million yuan—that’s my hard-earned money, not fallen from the sky. Since you’ve spent it, so be it. However, others spent money in return for reputation and goodwill, how about you? That’s the kind of reputation you’ve gotten from spending 8.1 million yuan? That’s what my money’s worth?” Wen Haowen closed in on her step by step, grabbed the Czechoslovakia-made crystal glass in her hand, slammed in to the ground with a “clash!” sound, causing countless drops of red wine to struggle in the air, displaying their last splendor, before falling to the ground, turning to bubbling froth, and eventually going into hiding.

“Ah!” Frightened by the “clanging” sound which filled the room, Ning Shuqian covered her ears, hugged her head, and screamed.

Wen Haowen was not appeased. He grabbed the red wine on the table and slammed it to the wall brutally—the deep-red wine, like blood, flowed on the snow-white wall, creating an attractive trail.

Under the morning sun coming through from the window, the shattered pieces gave off a piercingly cold and fierce glow.