Shi Nuan cried in the room for quite a while until her emotions gradually calmed down because she knew that crying at this moment was useless.
She struggled to get off the bed and went to the bathroom.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she looked at the marks all over her fair skin, on her collarbone and neck, along with teeth and bite marks.
Even though she couldn't clearly remember everything from last night, she could imagine how intense the process must have been.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, suppressed all the bitterness in her heart and the moisture in her eyes, reached out, and turned on the faucet, immersing her entire body under the cold water flow.
...
When she came out after bathing, it was more than half an hour later.
She didn't pay attention to the bag on the bed containing clothes. Instead, she went to the sofa, picked up her slightly messy and wrinkled clothes, and put them on.
Finding her bag, she took out her phone and discovered it was turned off.
With a cold smile, she turned on the phone and walked towards the door.
The large bed behind her, along with the bag of clothes on it, were completely left behind by her.
There were a few missed calls on her phone.
She opened them, and among them, three or four were from an unfamiliar landline number, which made her frown slightly, but she ignored them.
The other two were from Song Yichuan's sister, Song Qingyang, and her father, Shi Yuanbo.
She threw her phone back into the bag. Right now, she didn't want to contact anyone; she needed to take a good breather.
On the way down the elevator, she noticed she was still at Lan Du Bar. She wanted to laugh, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.
The elevator went down directly to the first floor, and she walked out.
The bar was very quiet during the day, with almost no customers. She ignored the few glances cast by those around her, walked quickly across the bar hall, and went out.
Outside, the sunlight was warm, the weather was nice, and the air smelled very clean.
She squinted her eyes, looked at the sky ahead, but for a moment felt dizzy, reached out to press her brow, and shook her head.
She lifted her feet, heading to where she had parked the night before.
She had a blue MINI, a betrothal gift from her father when she got engaged to Song Yichuan three years ago.
She didn't refuse; her father owed her and her mother a lot. The things she took back were actually very few, so given the gift, she had no reason to refuse.
But when she got to the spot, she found that her car had vanished.
She felt a headache coming on. Last night, she parked in a temporary parking space, thinking she could leave immediately after delivering the wine.
Could it have been towed away by a towing company because long-term parking wasn't allowed?
Suddenly, she remembered the few calls from that unfamiliar landline number on her phone earlier.
She quickly took out her phone, found the number, and dialed it.
The call was picked up soon from the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I am Ms. Shi, the owner of the MINI with the license plate number XXXX..."
Shi Nuan spoke directly, asking, "Could you please tell me where my car is now?"
The person on the other end paused slightly, then asked, "Miss, are you saying you're the owner of that blue MINI?"
"Yes..." Shi Nuan was not in the mood to explain too much and asked again, "Please tell me where my car is. I'll go fetch it now, thank you!"
A sound of "rustling—" could be heard, as if the person was writing something down.
After a while, the person said, "Hello Miss Shi, this is the police station on XX Road. Your car is indeed with us. May I ask if it's convenient for you to come over now?"