The moon hung high, and the constant sounds of chirping insects and calling birds should have made the night seem exceptionally beautiful.
But Gu Jiangnian was in no mood to appreciate it; not only did he lack the inclination, but the fire in his belly grew more intense with the croaking of frogs outside.
The man stood at the foot of the bed, bathed in the warm yellow glow of floor lamps, his face dark and forbidding as he slowly loosened his necktie with deliberate coolness and tossed it onto the long bench.
Usually tidy in his appearance, he now had a bit of a ruffian look about him.
A white cat lay on its back at the foot of the bed and, upon hearing the noise, lazily opened one eye to glance at him before turning over and going back to sleep.
That look fueled Gu Jiangnian's anger, causing it to surge. He removed his suit jacket and plucked the white cat from the bed, tossing it onto the carpet.
The cat yowled in fright.
