Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 522 - 213: A Pyrrhic Breakup (Part 3)

Qiu Zhi and Su Ziceng are different. He’s a thoroughly good young man brought up on the Chinese virtues and values teachings. He rarely swears. But this time, even he couldn’t help it.

Having transformed into an Earl named Pello, he actually planned to abandon his Ziceng to marry Wen Maixue. Isn’t this to play with someone’s feelings the most despicable and shameless act? In his anger, Qiu Zhi tore up the engagement letter into pieces, and just as he was about to flush it down the toilet in one go, he thought better of it; he couldn’t let that shameless couple off easily. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

On the one hand, Qiu Zhi had to carefully keep this unfortunate news from Su Ziceng’s ears, and on the other hand, he had to take revenge for Su Ziceng.

With this purpose in mind, Qiu Zhi laboriously reassembled the invitation and caught the last flight to France on the morning of July 14th, hurrying over in a flurry.

Swearing and causing a scene was something Qiu Zhi had never done before. After he had fixed his tie and caught his breath, just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly sensed something was off.

Not far ahead, an excessively tall woman was looking at him with an impatient gaze. (Since Lin Ying was so tall, when Su Ziceng stood behind her, you’d easily lose sight of her if you weren’t careful.)

Qiu Zhi, at 1.72 meters tall and weighing 190 pounds, standing next to Lin Ying at 1.81 meters and 110 pounds, was like the Mariana Trench encountering Mount Everest.

The clueless fatty even grumbled, "These days, women are all over-nourished, no, wait, that figure clearly shows malnutrition. And with a Chinese face, she’s really losing face for China, trying to get rich and reaching a well-off society with that weight, she could rival a Kenyan refugee."

"Fatty," the Chinese woman whom Qiu Zhi had deemed a Kenyan refugee let out a voice very familiar to him.

Qiu Zhi shivered and pointed at Lin Ying, having seen a bird speaking like a human but never a Kenyan refugee speaking like Su Ziceng.

"Here, fatty," Su Ziceng emerged from behind Lin Ying, "You’re here for the engagement ceremony, aren’t you?"

"Yes... no," Qiu Zhi still had the shredded and then re-glued crumpled invitation in his hand, which he hastily stuffed into a random pocket, only to find after much effort that all the pockets of his suit today had been sewn shut.

He was really a human with a pig’s brain; how could he let Ziceng know about today’s engagement ceremony.

"Yes, it is," Lin Ying noted that they had been stuck outside the hotel for too long, attracting some attention. There were some media at today’s wedding, and she didn’t want to draw unnecessary notice.

"Having an invitation means we can get in," Lin Ying snatched the crumpled invitation letter, then with a swift movement, she leaned against Qiu Zhi, posing as his female companion.

Su Ziceng also came to a realization and stood on the other side of Qiu Zhi.

"Ladies, you and this gentleman," the doorman was dumbfounded, not sure what to do, "one person can only bring one male or female guest."

"Don’t be tedious, his size, can one companion be enough?" Lin Ying’s reply was sharp and aggressive; she and Su Ziceng together were just enough for one Qiu Fatty.

Qiu Zhi was half-pulled and half-dragged inside by the two women. There weren’t many people in the hall; waiters and guests were all in the flower garden.

"Wait, Ziceng, you already know?" As they passed the huge photo poster, Qiu Zhi noticed that Su Ziceng didn’t glance at the wall, seemingly indifferent to the godlike couple depicted on it.

Su Ziceng did not stop, but Qiu Zhi hit the brakes hard, causing the two women beside him to stagger.

"What do you... want to do," Qiu Zhi nervously checked on Su Ziceng, worried she might turn her love into hatred and suddenly cause a scene with some lethal weapon up her sleeve.

"Sir," Lin Ying on Qiu Zhi’s left let out a "giggle," almost scaring the oil out of Qiu Zhi in shock, the tall woman sounded like an evil witch, "If your lover betrayed you and married another man, what would you do?"

"I... I," Qiu Zhi tried to free a hand to wipe his sweat, but he was practically suspended by the two women, "I would send my blessings."

"Ah," a shriek like slaughtering a pig, as Lin Ying dug fiercely into Qiu Zhi’s protruding belly.

"So I am also here to send my blessings," Su Ziceng smiled, showing the first heartfelt smile in several days. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)