Yan Han, in a foul mood, went upstairs. At the same time, in a luxurious suite at the top of a hotel in L City, a woman with long hair draped over her shoulders was sitting at the mini bar, downing her drinks in depression.
Next to her was a man in his twenties or thirties, who reached out to grab her wine glass, intending to say something to persuade her. However, she pre-empted him with a question.
"Can't things happen in sequence? Why did the man who was supposed to be mine end up becoming someone else's husband? How come my five-year wait couldn't even beat an unidentified brat?"
After her slurred question, she lunged forward trying to snatch back her wine glass. The man quickly moved the glass out of her reach.
The woman missed her target and, not bothering to snatch it again, picked up the bottle of wine on the table and started to gulp it down.
