Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 451 - 189: A Woman’s Jealous Rage
(Today still brings a fresh batch of 4,001 documents.)
Face to face with the mountainous pile of documents, Su Ziceng found herself at a loss for words.
This was two consecutive days of being burdened with a massive workload by Pello. Last night, she had worked overtime until ten o’clock just to clear all the materials, hoping that the next day would be somewhat easier, only to face yet another pile 50 centimeters tall.
"You must familiarize yourself with the company’s internal financial operations as soon as possible," Pello’s instructions were formulaic. Su Ziceng, glancing at Yan Wuxu who was working hard alongside her, swallowed her complaints. After all, she could guess what Su Qingzhang was thinking; she did not want to be outdone by Yan Wuxu in this rivalry, even though she also had no wish to be holed up in the finance department forever.
The once envied position among the Su employees had now become a golden shackle around Su Ziceng’s neck. What was more infuriating was that Pello did not stay to work overtime with her. He seemed to be very busy lately, not taking the initiative to contact Su Ziceng in the evening, and disappeared as soon as his tasks were assigned.
By the time she returned home last night, it was already eleven, and Su Ziceng even forgot to acknowledge the butler’s reminder that Young Master Hang had called, asking her to return his call; she fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.
Meanwhile, Pello had confirmed that the Yellow Love in the hands of the Fei father and son was indeed genuine, and he was now planning with Shang Yin to quickly produce a counterfeit.
Not to mention in Mo City, even in the whole world, apart from Pello, Fei Qing couldn’t find anyone else capable of creating a Yellow Love convincing enough to fool others; after all, most of those who had seen the real Yellow Love were no longer alive.
"Without a design sketch, can you truly make it just from your memory?" Shang Yin’s top-floor villa room had been cleared, now serving as Pello’s temporary workshop.
"I have some vague recollection," based on memory, Pello sketched a rough draft, then selected some synthetic diamonds.
"Goodness, they are indeed indistinguishable from the real," Shang Yin looked at the box of multicolored diamonds Pello had sourced from somewhere, which dazzled his eyes.
"These are all artificial diamonds stained with rare gases," Pello chose several diamonds of decent color and cut, piecing together a rough model of the necklace with tweezers. With the necklace’s production, he estimated it would take several nights.
"Really hard to tell," Shang Yin was still meddling around, resulting in Pello chasing him out, "If you have the time, go research how we’re going to carry out the next kidnapping."
Shang Yin walked out sullenly, not daring to disturb Pello any longer, "What’s there to plan? Just go to Fei Qing to inquire about Hang Yishao’s daily routine and that should be enough; how much effort does it take to knock out a young fellow with little capability."
As Shang Yin descended from upstairs, he saw someone had taken a seat in his living room uninvited—it was Chang Chi, whom he hadn’t seen for months.
Chang Chi found it easy to come and go from Shang Yin’s villa, but unlike before, she seemed a bit off today; upon entering, she didn’t seek out Shang Yin or move around, just sat on the sofa in a daze.
As for Chang Chi showing up on her own and her absence over the past days, Shang Yin didn’t have much to say about it. His nature was colder than most men; women, to him, were less interesting than a bottle of wine – just something to be consumed, and once drunk, to be occasionally reminisced about at best. But Chang Chi apparently didn’t see it that way.
In this fleeting liaison, Chang Chi showed a side different from other women. She never begged for any rewards nor displayed the typical clinginess of women. Had it not been for Shang Yin hearing her call out Hang Yishao’s name after their few moments of passion, he would have truly thought Chang Chi to be an unemotional woman.
In a way, Chang Chi and Chang Mei were similar; they seldom fell in love, but once they did, they tended to sink deeply, struggling forever to escape the binds of affection.
But the current Chang Chi, for Shang Yin, was like a bottle of wine half-consumed; its seal broken, yet the after-scent lingered. An unemotional woman, who turned tender beneath him, could indeed elicit a man’s intense satisfaction and a craving more.
"Missing me, are you?" Shang Yin approached and embraced Chang Chi, teasing her. He knew that the current Chang Chi was almost without refuge, and should she truly plead with him, taking her in was something he might consider.
Among the many women associated with Shang Yin, none were like Chang Chi; from beginning to end, she was his alone. With such a thought, Chang Chi held some weight in Shang Yin’s heart.
