Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 530 - 216: Missing 2
She thought of a place and hurriedly drove towards the direction of the mountains.
The place that Su Ziceng wanted to go to was the mountain cabin where Qiao Zhi’an had lived for over a decade.
Zhou Dagen, who had come out with her, felt it was somewhat impossible; Su Qingzhang’s legs were disabled, so how could he possibly travel the rough and uneven mountain path?
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain and looking at the winding path leading up, Su Ziceng also hesitated for a moment—to climb or not, given the current urgent time crunch, she was almost racing against death.
At the base of the mountain, there were several porters who carried trees, idle early in the morning, awaiting employers to pass by up or down the mountain.
"Excuse me, has a man in a wheelchair passed by the mountain here recently?" Zhou Dagen took out some cigarettes and handed them out to the porters.
The porters didn’t refuse; they took the cigarettes and lit them. "Yes, a few days ago a man passed by, looking quite imposing. He was alone and had difficulty walking, so he hired four of us to carry him up the mountain. He came down once a day, and had us bring food and drinks to him on the mountain."
"So, has that man come down today?" Su Ziceng was ecstatic, as it turned out Su Qingzhang really was on the mountain.
Although he didn’t know what Su Qingzhang was doing on the mountain, at least the person was now found.
"He’s come down. Early this morning he asked Brother Feng to take him down," they referred to Brother Feng, another porter, who had some education, making him somewhat of a learned man among them. Over the past few days, he had been the one providing Su Qingzhang with food and water.
"Where did they go?" The sun was already up, the green hills were shining brightly, becoming a series of green light and shadow. Su Ziceng felt inexplicably tense.
"Ah, you should ask Brother Feng himself, look, he’s coming back now." The porters pointed back, and a man whose skin had been tanned dark by the sun came over.
"You’re asking about him, he didn’t go to the public library today, just asked me to push him under a skyscraper, then told me to go back first," Brother Feng also found it strange since the man usually made a trip to the library then asked to be picked up on time; today was out of the ordinary.
"That skyscraper?" Su Ziceng became more anxious, her heartbeats thumping hard.
"It’s the tallest in Mo City, the one that hasn’t been topped off yet, covered with a green shroud," Brother Feng couldn’t name it.
Mo City’s tallest building, "Golden Coast," halted midway through construction, cast a looming shadow under the scorching July sun, laying between the blue sky and sea of Mo City.
The green construction safety net still intact around the skyscraper, the decor, including the elevator inside "Golden Coast," up to the 70th floor, had already been finished, even the electrical systems were complete. The top thirty floors were indefinitely postponed due to financial reasons.
This star project once the pride of Mo City, today became an unhealing wound in Su Qingzhang’s heart.
Su Qingzhang sat in the wheelchair, after the elevator doors closed, it took him some effort to slide the wheelchair onto the vast platform of the 70th floor.
The platform was littered with rust-spotted rebar and mixed cement. Left untouched for days, everything on the platform had been baked hard and discolored by the sun.
In these days, he had visited many places. From Sixth District to Zone 1, every place that bore his footprint. He even went to Kelly Women’s College, which, still in its summer break, was like a gently sleeping noble maiden.
The several women he had loved, and his daughter, all came from that now-declining women’s school. It was just like himself, once glorious at the peak, then suddenly plummeting.
During the times when Su Qingzhang was unconscious, his mind was like a tangled ball of yarn, constantly pulling out thin threads. Those threads were being tugged at by many different hands. There were young ones like Yan Wuxu, composed ones like Chang Mei, gentle ones like Qiao Chu, and hands like Ye Taina’s.
In the end, as the ball of yarn was about to be completely unraveled, the yarn snapped, "pop," and he opened his eyes to see a pair of vengeful eyes. It turned out that it wasn’t the sound of the yarn breaking, but the sound of Yan Wuxu trying to kill him by removing the intravenous tube.
As Yan Wuxu frantically went to call the doctor, he saw neatly stacked newspapers on the side. The person who used to prepare his newspapers every day was Chang Mei, and he thought that these newspapers were also prepared by Chang Mei.
