That night.
As dusk settled over the small villa, Qin Jinshen was standing by the window making a phone call, the cigarette between his fingers burning to the end without him moving.
"We must bring her back from the mountain camp tonight. Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, I will take her and the young lady with me."
Qin Jinshen's voice was cold and hard. After giving his orders to his men, he returned to the room and glanced at Ling Huanwu, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed. He then spoke to his guards in an even more somber tone, "You all get out!"
The subordinate acknowledged and withdrew, leaving only the two of them in silence in the room.
Ling Huanwu lowered her eyes and flipped through the old book beside her, not even sparing Qin Jinshen a glance.
From the moment she was imprisoned here by him, she used this utter indifference to resist all his control.
Qin Jinshen walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of strong liquor, and the amber liquid shimmered coldly on the glass.
He tilted his head back and gulped down most of the glass. The spicy alcohol burned his throat, but the irritation he felt because of Ling Huanwu's indifference did not subside at all.
After downing another glass of wine, the bottle was empty. He held the empty glass between his fingers, his knuckles turning white, his gaze fixed intently on Ling Huanwu.
She remained in the same position as before, as if he and the oppressive atmosphere of the room had nothing to do with her.
Qin Jinshen suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mocking ruthlessness, and slammed the empty glass heavily onto the bar.
"Are you really looking forward to leaving? Looking forward to going back to him?"
Ling Huanwu finally raised her eyes, but her gaze was like a frozen lake, without the slightest ripple. "It has nothing to do with you."
These four words were like a thorn, causing Qin Jinshen pain in his heart.
He didn't say anything more, turned around and opened another bottle of wine, drinking one glass after another until the smell of alcohol spread across his cheeks and his eyes were tinged with a scarlet hue of drunkenness.
The night outside the window grew darker and darker. Looking at Ling Huanwu's cool profile, the last vestiges of his rationality were finally overwhelmed by alcohol and resentment.
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