With lips pressed coldly together, he didn't want to utter a single word.
Tossing aside the towel, he went to get dressed, tied the tie, and continued to attend a leader's banquet in the evening.
When leaving, he slammed the hotel door hard.
The sound and force of it startled the housekeeper coming for room service into a momentary daze.
A night passed, and then it was April 14th.
In the early morning, Feng Chengjin awoke from slumber, staring at his persistent response from dreaming of Qiu Zhixuan the previous night, already irritated.
He got up, took a cold shower to ease some of the turmoil, and after coming out, poured himself a glass of red wine to soothe his weary mood.
He didn't turn on the TV, nor did he want to.
Nowadays, TV stations seemed oddly idle, or perhaps the media group under the Bai Family really had nothing better to do, constantly reporting on people arguing over wives so jubilantly.
Dressing himself, he had even less desire to go online.
