Ning Guiwan drove, slightly distracted.
She didn't understand. What could that person possibly want from her, a woman of ill repute with nothing to her name? Her face?
Ning Guiwan recalled the young, beautiful girl on Quan Yu's arm at the entrance of Baiyu Palace that night... He wasn't lacking in that department.
The president of Ruiyin, Shencheng's wealthiest man—with a mere wave of his hand, how many beautiful girls would willingly go through fire and water for him?
At ten o'clock at night, the Ning Family house was silent.
Ning Guiwan went upstairs to pack some daily necessities into a suitcase. As she carried it downstairs, she encountered Yun Shu and Ning Rongyue emerging from Ning Qinghan's room.
Ning Qinghan wore a light pink nightgown, her hair loose on her shoulders, her eyes red from crying.
Yun Shu was softly comforting her, "Get some rest. Don't overthink things. You can have another child. Just try to avoid Xiaowan for now; don't provoke her..."
