Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 608 - 244: Fallen Intimacy (Third Watch)
"Responsible to the end?" Pello shook his head, "Has Molin ever told you that she signed a ten-year contract, and in just over half a year, the company invested more than a million in her, not to mention the losses caused by ZARA which haven’t been accounted for yet."
"Over a million?" Su Ziceng wasn’t familiar with the dark sides of the entertainment industry, but that didn’t mean she could be easily swindled, "That’s impossible. I’ve asked Molin, she has never received her full appearance fee. Her agency has been skimming her earnings. Moreover, they arranged underage models to accompany drinks at parties, publicizing this would benefit no one. Anyway, Molin has decided not to pursue modeling anymore, she can go back to the United States and start over."
Su Ziceng had no hesitation in analyzing the pros and cons of the situation. If Pello was representing Japan, he would also opt for a quiet settlement.
Pello’s eyes deepened, he initially wanted to use this matter to coerce Su Ziceng into submission, but her response now was like a fully armed porcupine.
"So, don’t think about using this matter to suppress me; I won’t fall for your tricks again," Su Ziceng felt more and more confident as she spoke. Having gone through so much, she was no longer the fragile and pale Su Ziceng as before.
"Very good," Pello whistled, a sound that seemed both like praise and mockery. If he and Su Ziceng were simply rivals, he would have felt exhilarated by now, as he was the one who made Su Ziceng what she was today, more assertive than ever.
"Also, thank you for taking care of my father all this time. I think everything has come to a close now, and I have enough capability to take him back." Su Ziceng said spiritedly; she didn’t want to need Pello’s permission every time she visited her father. She had been hesitant to take Su Qingzhang back before due to debt collectors, but now with the debts delayed, she could manage to pay the interest. After Qiao Zhizhi and her daughter left, the apartment she rented should be vacated; she could redecorate it lightly, just enough to make it wheelchair accessible. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Oh," Pello and Su Ziceng were standing in the dark hallway. It was nearing evening, the sun hidden behind the tall trees of the Su Family estate, the servants had yet to turn on the lights in the hallway. Pello stood with his back to the light, Su Ziceng couldn’t see his facial expression clearly.
A light laughter echoed in the hallway, giving Su Ziceng an involuntary shiver, her hand was grabbed, and the Rose Handbook she was holding dropped onto the carpet, denting one of its hard corners.
"You said you wanted to take Su Qingzhang, but how will you compensate me for my losses during this time?" Pello pulled Su Ziceng forcefully into his bedroom, a room that also once belonged to her.
Su Ziceng instinctively answered: "I can pay you back." All the medical expenses, nursing fees, and nutrition expenses for Su Qingzhang during this period, she could settle all of them to him.
"Do you think I really need the money?" In the room, the light was somewhat better than in the hallway, and Su Ziceng could clearly see Pello’s expression, half teasing and half serious.
Su Ziceng’s gaze fell around the bedroom; the setup was almost the same as when she left, even the magazines on the bedside were untouched.
"Is it not exactly the same?" Pello’s hand and voice were equally gentle; his face pressed against Su Ziceng’s cheek, the freshly shaved stubble uncomfortably scratching her. She wanted to move her face away, stepping back only to find that the door behind her was already closed.
The westering sun made the room a bit stuffy; Su Ziceng pressed against the door, trying to fumble for the doorknob. She should be rushing out now, but Pello’s hand was faster, catching hers wrist-first.
"Your room, your scent, I’ve lived in this room for more than half a year, always feeling something was missing," Pello murmured low, and a sweat broke out on Su Ziceng’s hand due to fear.
"Pello, let me go," Su Ziceng’s voice trembled involuntarily.
"I’m not forcing you to do anything, Ziceng." Pello spoke, his breath close to Su Ziceng’s face, slowly crawling up, from her forehead, past her eyes, to the side of her mouth, a complete outline of Su Ziceng’s face.
"Taking Su Qingzhang is fine, but you’ll have to give me some compensation," Pello’s voice carried a strange emotion, his hand resting on Su Ziceng’s waist, lifting her shirt.
The smooth skin and the rough touch of a man’s fingertips made Su Ziceng shiver; she understood what Pello meant.
Su Ziceng’s silence and Pello’s actions continued, and when clothes fell on the floor, Su Ziceng closed her eyes, still closed when she was carried to the bed, her eyes faintly tearful.
Pello stiffened slightly, then leaned down to kiss away her tears. The salty taste seeped from his tongue straight into his heart.
Compared to before, Pello was more patient this time. His body’s ardent warmth, the wet and soft kisses and tongues started from her abdomen, and all the restraints on her chest and below were gradually undone.
"Open your eyes," Pello gently tapped her cheek, his tone no longer as before. Su Ziceng still kept her eyes shut; if she opened them, uncontrollable tears would roll down.
A tightening beneath her, she arched up, his heat had penetrated, like punishing her disobedience, almost a plundering entrance. Gradually, it turned into a gentle and drizzling erosion.
In the room, the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s suppressed sounds intermingled.
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