Huo Wenting smiled—a cold smile.
"You tell me to drink, so I drink. Then you tell me to stop, and I'm supposed to obediently listen? Lu Chengwen, do you even know who you are? You have no right to order me around like that. None!"
"You... calm down."
"No one in this world gets to order me around! No one! No one gets to tell me what to do, no one has the right to define me however they please, and no one can demand that I live according to their ideas! No one!"
"I just think you've had too much to drink..."
"I haven't had too much!"
Huo Wenting drained another glass of red wine.
Then she fell silent.
Lu Chengwen watched the dozen or so people below still fighting, while Ming Disha continued keeping the situation under control.
They were tired. Everyone was tired.
The fight had dragged on for too long.
And the heavy rain was still pouring down, turning everyone into drenched rats. Thunder continued to rumble, and all anyone could hear was the downpour and the thunder. Fighting by sound alone was no longer possible.
Lu Chengwen said, "Find a room and get some rest first."
"Heh. Who was it that said doing something out of line once in a while could bring happiness?"
"You don't look very happy."
"Wrong! I'm very happy!" Huo Wenting said. "I know I was born fortunate. I'm not going to whine about the misery of being born into wealth. Things that others can spend their whole lives striving for without ever obtaining—I had them from the day I was born. I'm not as pretentious as you think. But I know what I'm capable of, and I will do it. I have to do it!"
"It's not like you accidentally