Chapter 112 - 21: Old Faces, Old Times

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On the evening of the 28th of the last lunar month, the wind was sharper than a knife, and sipping hot cocoa would have been a perfect way to warm both hands and heart. All of this was but a distant fancy for Su Ziceng. Chang Mei’s voice was piercing and sharp, constantly grating on one’s eardrums. She even snatched Su Qingzhang’s cane in fury and threw it to the ground. Su Ziceng didn’t dare to get too close. The wind occasionally carried bits of their conversation to her, but she couldn’t make much sense of it. "Su Qingzhang... do you see her as that vile woman... don’t you forget... a curse... for a lifetime..." "Enough," Su Qingzhang seemed to be provoked by Ye Taina, as he broke free from Chang Mei’s grip and got into the car. Chang Mei pounded on the car door with the cane, completely lacking her usual composure, resembling a madwoman ranting in the streets. The wheels slipped on the snowy road, and Chang Mei’s voice was torn apart by the wind. Realizing this, she abruptly turned her head. Su Ziceng’s body stiffened, startled by those furiously red eyes. "Don’t you gloat," Chang Mei said, seeing Su Ziceng standing behind the door, "You think finding a woman with eyes like Ye Taina will bring me down? Dream on, Su Qingzhang wouldn’t dare to cast me aside in his entire life. Even in death, it was I who nailed down his coffin, all his secrets carried to the grave, known to no one but me." A chill rose from Su Ziceng’s feet. When Su Qingzhang died, it was indeed Chang Mei who closed his coffin, yet what her expression was... Su Ziceng couldn’t clearly recall. The auction at the auction house had come to an end, with guests emerging from the inner rooms — those who secured their prizes beamed with joy, while those who missed out wore a look of dejection on their faces. This auction by Subi Auction House, by the next day, was sensationalized by the media, covered from the end of the old year through the beginning of the new, like the most prominent piece of entertainment news, accompanying the citizens of Mo City through a lively New Year. The concept of auctions, along with those reports, began to spread in Country Z. In some sense, the auction hosted by Chang’s mother and daughter was a complete success, as it brought the then-unknown Rafael Wine to public attention and revealed the hidden side of the wealthy to the masses. On the first day of the new lunar year, following tradition, Su Ziceng paid her respects to Su Qingzhang and received a large red envelope. The amount of this year’s red envelope had not decreased despite her recent ’score’ at Su Qingzhang’s expense; in fact, after handing out the red envelope, Su Qingzhang even made small talk with her, saying, "When you have time, bring some friends over for a meal, so dad can learn more about your school life." If it were the real nineteen-year-old Su Ziceng, she would have bluntly refused without a second thought, but for the thirty-five-year-old Su Ziceng, who had seen through the affairs of men and women and tasted heartache, she already noticed something different in Su Qingzhang’s flickering gaze. Unexpectedly, her first ally since rebirth, Yan Wuxu, would become her first source of support. Faced with Su Qingzhang’s favor, Su Ziceng didn’t immediately respond. Compared to Chang’s mother and daughter, Yan Wuxu would undoubtedly be a more reliable ally. As for the subsequent developments, she needed to confirm with Yan Wuxu himself before making a decision. In previous years, Hang Family would send an invitation on the first day, and she would pay a New Year’s visit to Hang Family after visiting Su Qingzhang. However, this year was peculiar as there was no word from Hang Family. Counting the time, it had been over a month since she last contacted Hang Yishao. It was false to say she wasn’t anxious, but unlike previous years, Su Ziceng did not immediately get in touch with Hang Yishao. Meanwhile, at Hang Family, Hang Mu also refrained from inviting Su Ziceng upon Hang Yishao’s insistence. Both waited in their respective homes, engaging in a psychological battle, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Not until the third day of the new year did a servant knock on Su Ziceng’s door early in the morning. As Su Ziceng thought it was Hang Family finally making a call, she was instead presented with a gift. A gift accompanied by a rose. Opening it, Su Ziceng found "Angel’s Broken Wings" inside. There was no note inside the gift box, just a single rose, still vivid in the midst of ice and snow, carrying a seductive fragrance. "Wen Maixue?!" The dress auctioned off by Wen Maixue had made its way back into Su Ziceng’s hands. Could it be that the proud young lady disdained wearing someone else’s clothes and sent it back? Su Ziceng in the Su Mansion couldn’t figure it out, but Wen Maixue, who had walked out of the Wen Mansion, clearly wasn’t someone to make a losing deal.

Chapter 112 - 21: Old Faces, Old Times

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