Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress
chapter-195

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.

“Haowen, I was wrong. Listen to me, I didn’t want this to happen either…” Ning Shuqian only reacted then and wanted to explain to Wen Haowen. Dragging herself, she crawled beneath Wen Haowen’s leg, allowing the sharp pieces of shattered glass on the floor to pierce into her own knees and legs, leaving streaks of bright red blood on the floor, but not feeling any pain.

“B*tch, see what you’ve done? Utterly disgracing me.” Saying which, he slammed the papers in his hand onto Ning Shuqian’s face.

“Hao… Haowen!” Ning Shuqian felt her tender face starting to ache from being slammed by the papers, instinctively retrieved the papers and looked at them—instantly, her eyes deepened, and she almost passed out.

Wen Haowen suddenly flung his suit onto Ning Shuqian’s head, and, feeling restrained by the tie on his neck, making him feel suffocated, he reached for and tugged at the tie on his neck, pulling the neat tie out of shape and hanging loosely on his shirt, as he kicked Ning Shuqian onto the floor.

Ning Shuqian was flung onto the floor.

“Ahh!” Ning Shuqian’s blood-curdling scream rang in the house. The shattered glass from the wine bottle previously cut into her arm, causing fresh blood to gush out—probably because the wound was very deep, and very soon produced a pool of blood on the floor which was fast expanding.

Although Wen Haowen was furious, upon seeing the streaks of blood as well as the pool of blood, he became afraid and started to panic. “You, are you okay?”

Bearing with the pain, Ning Shuqian got up from the floor herself, and, with trembling lips, said with a strained smile, “O… okay—just slit by the glass. Just need to stop the bleeding and apply some medication.”

Wen Haowen cared most about his face—today she made Wen Haowen lose face, so he definitely wouldn’t let her go easily. Only by producing some blood would she be able to shut him up. Otherwise, Wen Haowen’s fury would never end.

As expected, seeing that Ning Shuqian had lost so much blood, although Wen Haowen was still extremely furious, he did not continue to make her life difficult. “I’ll get you to the hospital!”

With a pale face and miserable look, Ning Shuqian shook her head. “There’s a first aid kit at home—I’ll take care of it. Going to the hospital now will only invite speculations by the media—I’ve already made you lose so much face, I naturally can’t implicate you further.”

Saying which, she hung her head, feeling hurt, and started tearing non-stop. Her shaky, unsteady body was like a flower which had weathered a storm, swaying and wavering weakly, almost withering, but stubbornly displaying its last beauty.

Wen Haowen’s heart softened. However, once he thought about this morning, coming out of the Ninth-Heaven with a friend from Hong Kong and seeing the articles on the papers and magazine by the roadside, the look that his friend had given him, sprouts of fire sparked in his heart with a “puff puff puff” again. “I have things to attend to in the office this morning, got to go.”

Saying which, without waiting for Ning Shuqian’s reply, he retrieved his coat, turned his back, marched towards the entrance, and left.

Bam! The door shut, awakening the senses that Ning Shuqian had ignored to suppress her pain. Once she regained her senses, the bone-shattering pain overcame her like flood waters.

“Wen Xinya!” She managed this name from the gaps between her teeth—the sound of her chattering teeth making one have goosebumps!