The next morning, just after eight o'clock, Wang Yu woke up from his sleep and got out of bed, shaking his head, feeling a bit groggy.
Sure enough, alcohol was no good; if it didn't lead you astray, it was bound to harm your health.
He listened carefully and the villa was eerily quiet, not a sound to be heard; the women must have left.
A smile appeared on Wang Yu's face, as this was the outcome he had expected.
Women, this strange species, are inherently emotional. If you let them see you off, they would surely make the scene a tragic one, as if the person they were seeing off was going off to a noble sacrifice.
He dressed and got out of bed, went into the bathroom to wash up, and then took a careful look in the mirror.
The swelling of his reddened cheeks had been soothed by Duke Zhou overnight, and the swelling was now gone, but the redness still remained. Although Wang Yu was not entirely satisfied with this outcome, at least he could now face people.
