It was bad enough that she acted so recklessly last night, but to think she actually undressed herself in the car, in front of Zhang Te’s assistant...
Thank goodness Han Jingnian intervened...
Xia Wan’an could not help but sigh in relief. However, before she could finish exhaling, she suddenly began pacing about the room.
None of the previous matters seed important—what mattered most was what she shalessly said to Han Jingnian in the elevator.
Being drunk isn’t scary—what’s horrifying is rembering everything clearly after the drunkenness fades!
She had known from a young age that she was not good with alcohol, so she never allowed herself to get drunk in public. But last night she couldn’t help herself... But that’s not the point. The real elephant in the room was that the person who arrived, according to her friends’ location update was Han Jingnian!
Where had her ladylike image gone?!
Xia Wan’an buried her face in her hands, rolling back and forth on the bed. After a few rolls, she suddenly rembered...last night... those intimate things she had done with Han Jingnian...first her below him, then him holding her, flipping her so she was on top...
Had he physically actualized every single word that she had shalessly uttered in the elevator?!
Han Jingnian was truly deplorable, wasn’t he? Damn it, not just deplorable—utterly, utterly, utterly disgraceful! He actually took advantage of her drunken state to provoke her into kissing him...
With those inappropriate images flashing across Xia Wan’an’s mind, she buried her face in the quilt. She was completely devastated.
Just when she thought she had hit rock bottom, reality proved her wrong again.
At their most intimate mont, she had actually fainted...fainted????
And when she had regained consciousness again, she was in the bathtub with him... The bathtub????
Han Jingnian bathed her. Bathing was one thing, but he actually had the audacity to take advantage of her in the bathtub yet again!
Damn it! Had he taken drugs or sothing?
Xia Wan’an slumped onto the bed, feeling utterly hopeless. But as she laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling, her gaze slowly drifted towards the standing lamp.
She stared at the corner for a while, then got up and walked over... It seed she had written the character "Zheng" here again last night.
When he was not ho, she would sit in this corner late at night, thodically writing the character "Zheng" over and over until she had written it as many tis as the days she had loved him. Only then would she stop...
Whenever she found herself writing "Zheng," her mind would grapple between the thoughts of "giving up" and "continuing." After all, she was a human, not a robot— she would feel sadness and heartache... Even if she were a robot, she would break down given the lack of care and appreciation...
After a while of staring at the wall where she often wrote, Xia Wan’an returned to the bathroom. She freshened up, changed her clothes, and headed to the dining room.
Just as the note had ntioned, there was a thermos flask on the table. Upon opening it, she found it full of steaming hangover soup.
But beneath the flask was a docunt, next to which was a delicate box that rustled when moved...
Xia Wan’an stared in confusion at the docunt and then at the box. After a while, she puzzledly opened the box first.
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