242, Bastard, go to hell!

When Song Qinghuan woke up the next day, she felt a dull ache all over her body. Despite the pain, she didn't feel tired, but rather a strange sense of comfort.

She picked up her phone and glanced at the time. It was still early; the alarm for work hadn't rung yet.

She had planned to avoid Yihan as much as possible, maybe even skip work.

But then she realized she shouldn't have to. After all, she wasn't the one who did anything wrong. Why should she, the victim, hide from him?

If anyone should be hiding, it was him.

After she finished freshening up and changing her clothes, Song Qinghuan decided to quickly eat breakfast then go to the drugstore to get emergency contraception.

Descending the stairs, she saw Shi Yihan sitting at the dining table, perusing the international finance news as he did every morning.

Aunt He had come into work today, so the breakfast spread on the table was her handiwork.