Chapter 77: Silver-Tongued (Part 2)

If it weren’t for the taxi driver’s quick reaction, the taxi might have already tumbled down the hill by now. Su Ziceng thought about how she almost passed away even younger than Shang Yin, and the anger she had suppressed began to swell up again. Shang Yin was not the type of man to be swayed by a woman’s words. He quickly assessed the situation, knowing that Su Ziceng was backed by the Su Family. Moreover, she had made it clear that she didn’t expect him to call the police. "A clever woman, different from what he described." Shang Yin turned and entered the car, retrieving a large mobile phone from inside. It's the most outdated style of mobile phone, but in that era, it was already the most advanced communication tool. Su Ziceng also caught a glimpse of that model and understood that she could finally say goodbye to her old pager. Shang Yin called for a tow truck and a private car. The taxi’s radiator was also smashed, so they could only join the other passengers in the vehicle that was called. Ignoring Xuan Yv’s dissuasion, Shang Yin still insisted on taking Su Ziceng to the vicinity of Kelly Women’s College. Having hitched a ride, Su Ziceng was quite sensible. Throughout the journey, her nose was actively sniffing the long-lasting scent of alcohol in the car. Approaching closer, in front of the gates of Kelly Women’s College, two security guards stood erect, appearing in the night like two anti-aircraft guns, blocking all outside disturbances. The moment the car door opened, Su Ziceng turned back sharply, both urgently and intensely, "Royal Salute?" Xuan Yv subconsciously looked down at Shang Yin’s lap. Shang Yin, unusually, blushed, cleared his throat, and his voice carried a hint of the intoxicating scent of alcohol: "Royal Salute 50 Years." ⑤ As if exchanging a secret code, the car door was courteously closed, and the extended Lincoln disappeared into the night. "The top whiskey, Royal Salute 50 Years!" Su Ziceng mumbled as if in a dream, entering Kelly Women’s College, as the scent was one she could never forget. A flood of memories rushed in, and though Su Ziceng, a nouveau riche, had tasted countless delicacies, her tongue could clearly remember the taste of that whiskey. "Such a waste of heaven-sent resources; I bet that Shang Yin uses that bottle to down his pills." Shang Yin’s extravagant behavior made it entirely possible. Su Ziceng also remembered something Sister Mu mentioned about having two prerequisites to open a wine shop. Regardless of whether Shang Yin drank like Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruits, it indicated that he must have a substantial collection of hidden liquors. "If I get a chance, I’ll have to ask Shang Yin," Su Ziceng thought to herself, then felt a bit disheartened. Getting in touch with Shang Yin was easier said than done. Thinking about her appearances in all sorts of venues and meeting all the city’s celebrities, yet she had never come across Shang Yin. Of course, sometimes when you don’t search for someone, they may unexpectedly seek you out. After seeing off Su Ziceng, Shang Yin sat in the car brooding, not saying a word; the Jade Girl beside him chattered about needing her beauty sleep and how she had just been frightened. "Is Su Ziceng indeed Su Qingzhang’s only daughter? Why was she at Kelly Women’s College?" Shang Yin, without glasses, was not hard on the eyes; on the contrary, he was quite handsome. The right age and incalculable wealth could mask many dark, little-known truths. But following human instinct, Xuan Yv’s voice grew weaker, sensing the almost bestial aura emanating from Shang Yin, one that could tear a person to shreds upon closer approach. "Get out." Shang Yin didn’t even bother to open the car door. He was impulsive by nature; only his impulses were not pampered like Hang Yishao’s; rather, they were reinforced by his beast-like eyes. "One after the other, just like that," Xuan Yv tossed her little purse onto the ground, looking at the desolate mountain road with both anger and urgency. Most of the lights inside Kelly Women’s College had been extinguished, except for one room at the top of a high-rise apartment. In the room, several chrysanthemums bloomed in full glory, the yellow brilliance forcing the large leaves to bow down. The lid of the bottle had already been opened; the familiar aroma of alcohol soon filled the room. If Su Ziceng had been there, she would have been ecstatic. On the table sat a bottle of "Royal Salute 50 Years," priceless on the market. In a tall glass shimmered an amber-gold color; Shang Yin spread out his hands, his glass in hand, a picture of elegance. "Fine whiskey for a beautiful lady. Wen Maixue, you look pale," he said, then pulled out a small bag of pills from his pocket. Seeing the whole bag of tablets, Wen Maixue grabbed the bottle, her face flushing with a thin layer of anger, warning, "Shang Yin, I warn you, don’t touch these dirty things in my domain." After dropping off Su Ziceng, Shang Yin made his way back, and the two guards at the entrance did not stop him but allowed the car to drive straight into the campus. This scene was not witnessed by Su Ziceng, who had returned to her dormitory. "Wen Maixue, stop acting so high and mighty. You weren’t so tough when you were begging me." Shang Yin pulled back his leg, kicking over the chrysanthemum on the table. The vase tilted on the table, and water flowed out, drenching the floor. "Don’t keep harping on about your domain every time; have you forgotten that Kelly Women’s College isn’t the Wen family’s private property anymore? Also, you’re not the unique Wen family heiress in outsiders’ eyes. Kelly, we have a stake in it too." Shang Yin spoke mercilessly, his words dripping with sarcasm, clearly not taking Wen Maixue seriously. The light scent of chrysanthemums spread through the room, mingling with the strong scent of whiskey. Outside came knocking sounds. Wen Maixue, as if seeing a savior, hurried to open the door. Meanwhile, Shang Yin pinched a pill between his fingers, popped it in his mouth, and swallowed it with whiskey. (I’m shouting out for collections, for all sorts of support; my throat is smoking...)