Bedroom, living room, and even the study, then the kitchen. Behind the curtains, even outside the window, Su Ziceng searched everywhere. The sunshine lit up half of the room, but there was no sign of Pello.
Her mind was still a bit muddled. After pausing for a few seconds, her gaze landed on the coffee table in the living room, hoping to find a note or ssage telling her where Pello had gone.
"I must have been too sleepy," Su Ziceng sat down on the sofa, "Pello had to catch a flight today, I should have told him yesterday that I was going with him to Europe, but I don’t know what ti his flight was?"
Her voice weakened, not knowing the ti of the flight, Pello hadn’t told her when the plane would take off.
"Maybe he told , but I forgot," Su Ziceng muttered to herself, she had been too busy lately, "Maybe there’s still ti to make a phone call."
She made a phone call, but this ti it wasn’t unanswered; it was turned off.
"He must have gotten on the plane," Su Ziceng said to herself again.
She lay down on the sofa, letting the soreness on her body gradually dissipate. Halfway through, hunger overca the soreness, so she went to the kitchen, found a slice of toast, and there were a few pieces of cheese in the refrigerator. She rembered the last ti Pello made cheese fondue and lted those cheeses.
The white vapors carrying the scent of cheese began to rise in the kitchen. She ate the bread slowly, and then she ate more quickly. After finishing, she sat down on the sofa again, her fingers pressing the phone once more.
The whole day, ten hours, more than thirty tis, chanically repeating, still switched off.
"I should just go back and wait. Continuing to call will only annoy people," Su Ziceng dressed herself, buttoning up each button and neatly combed her hair before heading out the door.
The room, in shades of grey, turned into an ugly yellowish-grey under the twilight.
When Su Ziceng reached the ground floor, her cellphone rang and she quickly answered, the first phrase was: "Pello?"
"Ziceng," the voice on the other end was Sister Mu’s, feeling sowhat disappointed, she reluctantly asked: "Sister Mu? What’s wrong?"
"You need to co to the store quickly," Sister Mu’s voice, usually calm, sounded a bit off today, as if sothing serious had happened.
Even during the busiest tis at "Admiration," when the store had nearly two hundred custors at once, Sister Mu had never seed as panicked as today.
It’s human nature; anyone seeing the Su Family’s servants suddenly rush in along with all the moving clothes boxes, shoe boxes, outerwear, and jewelry would be startled.
Initially, so people gathered outside the store, thinking Sister Mu was organizing new inventory for the season, but this ti, contrary to her usual generosity, she shut the door and dropped the deep-red curtain resembling a stage backdrop in the store, blocking Admiration from outside views.
Wen Zimu, once the lady of the Wen family, had seen luxurious fashions while working as a model, but instances like with the Su Family were rare.
A small part of Su Ziceng’s jewelry was moved here, most of it was listed on several insurance lists, handed over to Sister Mu by the butler.
The store’s lights couldn’t penetrate the red light-blocking fabric, making "Admiration" appear like a too tightly wrapped festive red lantern. When Su Ziceng pushed the door and entered, it was already night, and Sister Mu was lost in thought amidst a variety of stuff.
"Sister Mu, you’ve got new stock again, do you need help organizing it?" Su Ziceng had helped Sister Mu for free a few tis before, but this ti, she couldn’t see any sales clerks.
"It’s good that you’re here; I was worried about how to handle all this stuff, geez, you really are Mo City’s nouveau riche," Sister Mu was worried about leaving the items unguarded, seeing the actual owner in person, she simply let go of everything to Su Ziceng.
"What items..." Su Ziceng casually picked up an item, and upon seeing the handcrafted BV bag, she recognized it. The store was filled with her clothes, shoes, and bags, and now in Sister Mu’s hands was... her Hers colorful wooden bracelet.
"Why look so closely? All these are yours. Since noon today, the Su Family’s butler was bringing these over, making more than ten trips here. What, are you planning to move out?" Sister Mu hadn’t contacted Su Ziceng lately but knew that the Su Family case had concluded, though she might not know that Su Qingzhang had awakened, nor did she know that Su Ziceng had been inexplicably kicked out of the Su Family.
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