"Crying is like rainfall, it will wither a woman’s beauty along with the delicate flowers. This ’Green Love’ will make you a strong woman." After saying this, a few days later, Pello sent her back to the Wen family, and amidst Old Master Wen’s repeated gratitude, he promised to take care of the Wen family and Wen Maixue for life.
Wen Maixue’s mory stopped there, like a kite with its string cut, where the nineteen-year-old boy and the twenty-four-year-old man overlapped, both so splendid, like the first touch of dawn on a winter’s balcony.
Regarding Wen Maixue’s increasingly dependent gaze and deanor, Pello did not react too much but adopted a laissez-faire attitude.
"Who is this Taoist Wang?" When the topic of Kelly Won’s College arose, Old Master Wen’s words beca cautious, after all, it was a family business of several hundred years that he still had to manage carefully.
"I should have ntioned to you, Old Master Wen, that before coming to Country Z, I studied Western Divination for so ti, and after arriving in Country Z, I beca interested in a range of Mysticism disciplines, including ’The Book of Changes’ from the East. It was also by a chance of Divination that I found Mai Xue," Pello was a natural negotiator, he sniffed the skepticism in Old Master Wen’s tone, as well as the jealousy that had been in Wen Maixue’s mood these days. He knew even better how to make these two agree to his request, just as he knew how to make Wen Maixue gift "Angel’s Broken Wings" to Su Ziceng.
How could Old Master Wen refuse the proposal of his life-saving benefactor? Pello was very amiable.
Wen Maixue also fell silent. She knew that Pello ca to inquire about the affair only to show respect for the Wen family, "The new courses added are indeed quite special, I myself want to attend them." Wen Maixue stressed that the educational model of Kelly Won’s School and the courses she had participated in before were different, she decided she would take new courses this year, too. If Pello liked Mysticism, she needed to know so as well, so that the two of them would have more topics in common.
"Oh, I thought I misheard, that Miss Wen who always prides herself as a modern woman is also interested in those unconventional things. Or is it that Miss Wen naturally carries sothing that takes one’s breath away?" Shang Yin was already fed up with the overly subtle mode of conversation among the people present.
Wen Maixue’s pale face turned red with anger, she looked at Pello hopefully, only to see Pello indulgently shake his head, which made her even more dissatisfied. She stood up abruptly: "Mr. Shang, then I won’t take up more of your precious ti. I believe there are a bunch of won more intriguing than waiting in line for you."
"Ah, it’s dinner ti already, and I thought Miss Wen would at least do the courtesy of inviting to stay for dinner. It seems I don’t have that honor. Pello, let’s go back," Shang Yin drained his glass and snapped his fingers. Since Wen Maixue wasn’t being courteous, he didn’t need to leave her darling for her.
After hearing Shang Yin’s words, Wen Maixue’s neck also turned red with anger. She had just ordered the servants to prepare dinner for three, but with Shang Yin’s intervention, Pello would leave with him, too.
"Then I won’t intrude any further, see you in a few days." Pello took his leave politely, despite Old Master Wen’s attempts to keep him.
Shang Yin looked at Wen Maixue’s expression and knew she must have cursed his ancestors several tis over in her mind. However, he didn’t care, as he didn’t even know who the ancestors of his past eighteen generations were. As for Wen Maixue, Shang Yin had never taken her seriously. When he had kidnapped thirteen-year-old Wen Maixue, Shang Yin had taken his fair share of losses while watching over her. His arm was left with quite a few scars. Wen Maixue was the kind of wolf cub that doesn’t spit out the bones it eats.
"Am I really not suited for red?" Wen Maixue, failing to keep Pello, could only send them out the door. Although she was sowhat concerned about their refusal to stay for dinner, she sounded as usual on the surface.
Pello, going along with Wen Maixue, slowed down his pace, watching the New Year’s snow under her feet slowly lt into worldly gray.
"Not suited. Red is a fiery color, and even the snow of the Arctic cannot suppress that vibrant hue. You’re better suited as a clump of white plum blossoms that bloom after the snow, wavering fragrantly in secret." This was the comnt Pello gave after seeing Wen Maixue bid on the "Angel’s Broken Wings."
Without praise or condemnation, Wen Maixue, as clever as she was, heard a different aning. She had to give up that dress and returned it to Su Ziceng with feigned generosity. Red was Su Ziceng’s color, while she, Wen Maixue, belonged to white. Since Pello believed so, she followed suit.
The most tedious white, Wen Maixue thought aggrievedly, as she touched Pello’s arm. He was wearing a cashre coat that day, light gray in color, just looking at it made one feel a bit chilly, "Won’t you really stay for dinner? Grandfather... and I, we have so matters we want to discuss with you," after the New Year, she would be nineteen. If possible, she wanted to discuss the matter of engagent with Pello.
"No, I’ve got so important matters with Shang Yin," Pello brushed off her hand, as if he were brushing off snow that had settled on him.
Anyway, he wouldn’t accompany Shang Yin on his mischief. In the flower sea of Kelly Won’s School, he had never been dazzled, Wen Maixue comforted herself, managing a smile as she watched him get into Shang Yin’s car.
"You’re really not coming with ? Today, the two ’Golden Dragon Fish’ you talked about are about to take the bait," Shang Yin asked Pello, who was silent and staring out the window, with one hand on the steering wheel.
"Just drop off halfway. One of your two fish is quite furious with . I don’t need to ask for scorn. On such a snowy night, I’d rather find soone to drink with, sothing to warm the body and the heart." Pello watched the falling snow; after the New Year, the snow had not stopped. The greenhouse of Kelly Won’s School was buried under the snow. Before the start of school, he had to "find soone" to clean it up properly.
(By the way, now you all know how Shang Yin and Pello made their fortunes, right? Spine-chilling, isn’t it?) (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welco to cast your recomndation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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