Xia Mia lay in the sterile, white hospital bed, the effects of the drugged wine still wearing off. Her head throbbed, and a dull ache spread through her limbs, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the rage boiling inside her. She replayed the events of the evening over and over in her mind, each time feeling the humiliation grow stronger. She had been so certain her plan to humiliate Feng Ruoxi would work flawlessly. But instead, it had backfired spectacularly, and now her reputation lay in shambles.