Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 523 - 214: To Cause Trouble or to Show Support
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Champagne and refined wines, aroma of flowers and beautiful women, Wen Maixue listened to the occasional greetings of "Countess" by her ear, her whole being immersed in a state of blissful intoxication.
By her side was Pello’s modest conversation and those envious glances from the female guests, resembling countless clouds, with her as the moon chased by all.
Pello could no longer recall how many people he had thanked for their congratulations today—those for his engagement and those for his inheritance of the aristocratic title. The luminaries and ladies present each wore a smile that was just right, donning masks passed down through generations, mingling with their own agendas amidst the clinking of glasses.
Before the wedding, he had done two things. One was to visit his father’s grave to tell him about his upcoming engagement. Despite Wen Maixue’s repeated requests, he still went to the cemetery alone.
The Mussen family’s cemetery was located in the suburbs of Paris, meticulously maintained, and in front of the grave, Pello spoke more about his affair with Su Ziceng, hoping within his heart to bury that love in the soil of Mussen’s graveyard.
The other matter was something he and Wen Maixue did together. They visited the mental asylum where Olson was admitted. That cousin, who bore some resemblance to Pello, went utterly mad when he saw Wen Maixue and Pello in the asylum. His originally handsome features had deformed over the past few months due to incessant head-banging and loss of control.
For Orleans, Pello felt not a shred of pity; for everyone who had wronged him, he refused to harbor any mercy.
A group of well-wishers came up, clinking their champagne flutes. Amidst the sparkling champagne hue, Pello caught sight of those familiar eyes.
Today, Su Ziceng seemed to have regained her composure, walking with Qiu Zhi and a prominently striking tall woman.
Short and tall, three types of stature entered the venue, noticeably conspicuous.
Different from other colorfully dressed guests at the scene, everything about her—be it her white cocktail dress, the bouquet of subtle colors in her hand, or the smile lifting her cheeks—appeared so natural.
Wen Maixue’s arm tightened protectively. Given Su Ziceng’s temperament, one couldn’t be certain if she would make some shocking move. Behind that seemingly harmless bouquet of roses, who knew if there was a gleaming sharp dagger hidden.
Qiu Zhi and Lin Ying were equally tense. Qiu Zhi shared the same thoughts as Wen Maixue, while Lin Ying was reflecting on Su Ziceng’s earlier comment filled with hidden meaning: "sending blessings."
The diligent stream of well-wishing guests continued to arrive, waiters weaving through the crowd, fine pastries, dazzling flowers, and Su Ziceng, who stood unaffected a short distance away.
"You look beautiful today," Su Ziceng said, startling both Pello and Wen Maixue. They hadn’t expected that Su Ziceng’s first remark would be directed at Wen Maixue.
The bride is always the center of attention at a wedding, an undeniable fact, especially for someone as eye-catching as Wen Maixue.
"Thank you," Wen Maixue reluctantly responded to Su Ziceng’s compliment, hearing praise from her for the first time.
A guest, slightly inebriated, stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Pello, spouting trivialities. Pello was blocked and tried to push the man away.
Housekeeper Dennis hurried over and persuaded the male guest to leave.
Wen Maixue glanced at the silent Su Ziceng and Pello, and then with a mischievous smile said, "Miss Su, the bouquet in your hands is also quite pretty." It was obviously a bridal bouquet, and yet, in the Eve Hotel, there could only be one bride.
"Oh," Su Ziceng hesitated for a moment, her hand involuntarily lifted the bouquet and extended it towards Wen Maixue.
Lin Ying raised her hand and pushed the bouquet back to Su Ziceng, "This is your lucky bouquet, you should keep it for the luck to find a good man. I say, Fatty, we came in with you. You should be the one to give the engagement gift."
Wen Maixue smiled awkwardly, and Pello’s eyes flashed with anger. His hand holding the champagne glass unconsciously gripped tighter.
Qiu Zhi oh-ed, reaching inside his clothing, then turned his face sourly and said, "I left the gift in the car."
"It’s fine, I’ve prepared something," Su Ziceng said as she took a box out of her small tote. This time, instead of handing it directly to Wen Maixue, she gave it to Pello.
