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.
