Raymond hummed and hung up the phone.

He had no mind to work all day and somehow kept thinking of Vivian.

I waited for a whole day but still didn't see her call me. I couldn't help getting a little angry and muttered to myself, "Women still have no conscience. Once they're used up, they just ignore you."

He didn't even realize that he had rejected her in the morning and had spoiled her mood so early in the morning, expecting her to contact him on her own initiative?

It could have happened to other women, but to the haughty Vivian, there were only three words: impossible!

What Raymond didn't know was that Vivian was in the bar all day.

To avoid being disturbed, she simply turned off her phone and was completely disconnected from the outside world.

From day to night, her mind was completely numbed by alcohol, and her hand holding the wine glass was a little unsteady, but she still said in a tipsy state, "It's said that drinking to drown sorrows only makes them worse, and it seems that his grandmother is right."

For more than two decades, it was her mother at first and then her grandfather, who protected her, cared for her, and promised to be with her for a lifetime.

But now they have all broken their promise and left her.

It's both ridiculous and pitiful that she was forced to marry such a man and lost her career.

She looked around the red lights and the green wine with a faint, bitter smile.

Perhaps for the next few decades she would have to walk alone through the flashing of swords and spears, she suddenly did not understand why she was alive? What's the point of it?

While Vivian was drinking and feeling sad alone, House of Steven had already been turned upside down because of her disappearance.

As soon as Raymond got home, he was informed by the flustered butler: "Sir, Madam has not returned yet and the phone is unreachable."

"What?"

Raymond looked up at the time. It was already ten o 'clock, and he frowned angrily.

He stared at the butler unhappily and asked, "When did she go out?"

The butler's heart stirred. With an attitude of not fearing small matters but rather being afraid of minor ones, he deliberately exaggerated and said:

"Since you rejected the lady this morning, she has been in a bad mood, and then she was sad for a while and drove away."

Seeing Raymond's face unchanged, the butler added, "Did the lady get angry? What are you going to do? She's a woman outside so late. Will she be bullied by others?"

Raymond glanced at the butler who was trying to make a mess of the world and walked towards the study, seemingly indifferent to Vivian's whereabouts.

But as soon as he climbed the steps, he turned around and said indifferently, "Send some people to look for it. It's so late and they haven't returned. What kind of person is that?"

"Sir, it's too late. Where does the lady like to go? Look for it too, after all, many places are still doing you a favor." The butler, who had watched Raymond grow up since he was a child, had long seen through his mind and gave him a way out.

"Got it," said Raymond impatiently.

But the pace was much faster than usual.

The butler was behind him, squinting his eyes and laughing.

Raymond himself drove at full speed into the city, his usual indifferent expression fading a lot and adding a bit of displeasure.

He stared straight ahead with deep eyes, lost in thought as there were few vehicles along the way in the darkness.

Raymond himself didn't know what he was feeling now, but it was different from usual.

In the end, Raymond found Vivian in the dark bar.

She was dead drunk, with a goblet in her mouth, and beside her was a man with a pretty face, speaking to her with a fawning expression.

"Beauty, is she a person? The night is long, don't just drink, let's talk!"

"Beauty, how old are you? Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Beauty, you're almost done drinking. Let's go home." Saying this, the man reached out to take Vivian by the arm.

Raymond's face turned solemn as he strode over, but before he could get close, he saw Vivian throw wine on the young man with her back hand, "Get out." There was haughtiness and disdain in her voice.

Even when drunk, Vivian is not to be bullied.

The little white face, not expecting Vivian to strike, was slapped right in the face and, in a fit of rage and shame, wiped his face and shouted, "Bitch, did you eat the leopard's gallbladder? You dare to do this to the young man, look at the young man calling a dozen or so brothers to beat you..."

The clamor came to an abrupt halt.

Vivian had already picked up a wine bottle and hit him right on the head!

"Oh my god, you stinky woman, get a beating!" The little white face felt as if he had lost all his face, and blood began to flow from his forehead. He clutched his forehead and was about to kick Vivian.

Vivian gave a sudden push forward, and the bar stools beneath her slid backward, successfully avoiding the young man's attack. But she was drunk after all and couldn't keep her balance immediately. In an instant, she seemed to lean back and was about to fall flat on her face.

The young man's eyes lit up and he was about to take advantage of the situation, but at that moment, a man grabbed Vivian's waist from behind.

While stabilizing her body, he raised his hand and clamped her hand tightly.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, who are you? Let go!" The little white face didn't expect him to come out of the way, baring his teeth in pain and not forgetting to give a harsh word, "Tell you, mind your own business. Today this bitch, I'm determined, if you don't let go, watch out for my dozens of brothers to ruin you!"

Raymond was not in the mood to care about the young man at this moment, but with a cold look, the murderous intent in his eyes scared the young man to the point of wetting his urine.

Vivian was pulled out of the bar by the cold-faced Raymond, and the cool breeze blew her to wake up a little.

She shook her head as if she heard Raymond's voice, hearing him call her name.

Looking back blankly, Vivian saw a figure like Raymond pulling her towards the side of the road.

She leaned to the left, losing her balance, and just as she was about to fall, Raymond grabbed her shoulder and gently lifted her up: "How much alcohol have you drunk? How could you get so drunk?"

"I'm not drunk at all!"

She looked up at him with starry eyes, like a mischievous child.

The stubbornness that burst out from the bottom of her heart gave her a force to break free from his arms and to stagger towards the bar.

"Who said I was drunk... I just ignore him, I... Awake!" Vivian felt very uncomfortable in her heart and began to cry for no reason as she spoke.

Raymond looked at her without saying a word, frowning but very gently.

Another cool breeze blew, and at this time Vivian was wearing only a thin dress and had drunk too much alcohol. She felt as if she had been soaked in ice water, and couldn't help shivering and curling up.

Raymond, for the first time ever, wanted to sigh. He straightened Vivian in disgust, took off his suit jacket and put it on her, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and roughly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

The sudden warmth on her body made her eyes wide open in shock and she forgot to continue crying for a moment.

"Why do you look so much like that man, but he would never do such a thing," she murmured, pulling at Raymond's sleeve.

Drunk Vivian, without her usual stubbornness and haughtiness, looked like a little girl who had never grown up, naive and lovely.

Raymond froze at her words, his voice dangerous: "That man? What kind of man?"

Vivian thought for a moment, reliving the days she had spent with Raymond, and said seriously, "He's a very nice man."

Hearing this, Raymond felt a bit pleased and thought to himself that she was a little kind-hearted.

But before Vivian could finish, she added, "But he's a big bad guy too." This made Raymond's already cold face turn black in an instant.

Raymond turned and left, ready to let go.

Vivian watched him turn away and felt that the world was filled with loneliness. “Raymond……” She called in a hoarse voice, and tears rolled down again as the man turned.

Raymond felt that this woman was simply a huge trouble and even regretted marrying her.

How could tears come so suddenly? How could there be the tenacity of the negotiations back then?