Outside the "Golden Coast" towering into the Mo City skyline, an earthy yellow Fukang taxi ca to a stop, and a figure quickly scrambled out and dashed towards the building.
Zhou Dagen was busy paying the cab fare when he saw Su Ziceng bypass the protective netting outside the building, oblivious to the concrete chunks and scraps of paper littering the ground.
Su Ziceng couldn’t wait for Zhou Dagen; she ran alone into the elevator. The numbers leaped one after another; she could only hope now that Su Qingzhang hadn’t...
The elevator’s movent between floors seed unbearably long, as though ti had frozen. The "ding" of the doors opening made Su Ziceng even more tense.
She stood on the seventieth-floor platform, staring dumbfounded at the deserted area, wondering why there was no one.
Su Ziceng searched around the platform and even looked around the outermost part of the building. The wind of death blew incessantly from below, with no trace to indicate that Su Qingzhang had ever been there.
Could the porter have been lying? Zhou Dagen arrived and after a look around, he ca to the sa conclusion as Su Ziceng: Su Qingzhang was not there.
When Yan Wuxu saw Pello and Su Qingzhang, her expression was identical to Su Ziceng’s at that mont.
Pello, who had been properly waiting in the library, suddenly stood up after spending so ti in the corner where Su Qingzhang had been a few days prior, and asked her to stay in the library to continue waiting for Su Qingzhang, while he left first.
As dusk approached, just when Yan Wuxu thought it was impossible for Su Qingzhang to arrive that day, Pello appeared in front of her, pushing Su Qingzhang in a wheelchair.
The two, with their clothes and hair tousled by the wind, it was hard to say who was angrier. Pello had sat in the corner of the library that Su Qingzhang used to frequent, hoping to see what sights Su Qingzhang had through the window there.
The facade of the Qiao Family’s old residence, the half view of Zone 1, or perhaps the few strands of leafy vines, or maybe...
Shang Yin had a saying that was very true: Su Qingzhang was inherently a tough character, preferring to shatter rather than bend. The bankruptcy of the Su Family was undoubtedly his own orchestration. Yan Wuxu had also said through gritted teeth, "That old bastard, he must have planned it all in advance; he shipped away all the valuables under Su Ziceng’s na, even her clothes and shoes, leaving nothing behind for ."
How could soone as ticulous as Su Qingzhang just disappear out of the blue, vanish silently into the sea like a pebble, never to be heard from again?
He would inevitably stir up so waves, even if he was incapacitated and no longer in control, he wouldn’t just fade away without a trace.
When Pello looked out the window again, all the previous scenes had blurred away; he saw one place. The "Golden Coast" that stands in the distance, visible from any angle in Mo City.
At this mont, if he were Su Qingzhang, what would he do?
That’s why, at that critical mont, Pello stopped Su Qingzhang.
When he saw Su Qingzhang’s face that he had resented for over a decade and heard his venomous words, Pello also thought, let him die, what does it matter if a building is lost in the process? Only with Su Qingzhang’s death can his sins be repaid, for everything he has done is irredeemable, even if he died a thousand, ten thousand tis over.
However, just as the wheelchair was about to be pushed from the high rise, Pello felt the ring on his chest, the Red Love wrapped in silk velvet, heating up right over his heart.
He seed to see Su Ziceng, or perhaps a woman resembling Su Ziceng. If he pushed Su Qingzhang down, what would be irrevocably lost would be his relationship with Su Ziceng.
It was this single thought that successfully halted Pello’s murderous impulse. What relationship did he and Su Ziceng... still have to speak of?
Su Qingzhang was also astonished at Pello’s sudden change of mind; at the brink of being pushed off the building, he distinctly felt the imnse hatred emanating from Pello. Yet, in an instant, that hatred seed to be replaced by another emotion. Even the action of pulling the wheelchair back appeared much gentler.
"You will take care of him from now on," Pello commanded Yan Wuxu.
"I..." Yan Wuxu looked at Su Qingzhang, who was regarding her with contemptuous eyes. She was to take care of Su Qingzhang, a man who had seen right through her, who now seemingly despised her thoroughly, and yet Pello was assigning her to care for Su Qingzhang.
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