Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 609 - 245: Erotic Photos
When Yan Wuxu walked past the corridor, the lights had just been turned on, and she heard that Su Ziceng had come by today. He should have already left by now, and anyway, she didn’t want to bump into Su Ziceng. The scene of her first meeting with Su Ziceng seemed as if it had happened just yesterday, but in just a short span of time, they had already gone their separate ways.
Over the years, she had been with quite a few different men, from the useless Fei Qing to the domineering Su Qingzhang, and now the indulgent Shang Yin. She had treated each man as a lifesaver, but it was a pity that, after all the ups and downs, she still hadn’t managed to hold onto any one of them.
When she reached the middle of the corridor, Yan Wuxu kicked something hard with her foot. She looked down and saw a Rose Handbook. How could there be a Rose Handbook in this house?
Yan Wuxu bent down to take a closer look, and she heard the sound of a man’s heavy breathing. She immediately realized that the sound was coming from Pello’s room. Could it be that Pello had brought some woman over?
Since this villa originally belonged to the Su Family, it was unlikely that Wen Maixue would like it here, and she probably wouldn’t come over. Could it be that Pello had brought some other woman back? Curious, Yan Wuxu pressed her ear against the door, and the woman’s moans were low, sounding somewhat in pain, yet with a hint of sobbing.
Shang Yin had also mentioned that Pello rarely associated with women outside. Now that it was evening, if the person inside wasn’t Wen Maixue, then things would get interesting. Yan Wuxu thought that if she were to tell the always proud Wen Maixue about this, she wondered what her expression would be.
The sounds continued for a long time. Pello’s uncontrollable growls made Yan Wuxu’s face turn red, and she couldn’t help gripping the doorknob. She wanted to see for herself who was the woman underneath Pello that he couldn’t resist.
The door was not locked. In the rush just now, Pello had not locked it, and clearly, the servants, too, had been ordered by Pello not to come upstairs.
Right now, Su Qingzhang should be enjoying his dinner served by the butler. Yan Wuxu glanced around and quietly turned the doorknob. A crack appeared as the door was pushed open. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The last few rays of the setting sun landed on the bed, Pello’s broad back hiding the woman beneath. Clothes were scattered about the floor carelessly, and Pello was indulging himself, totally unaware of Yan Wuxu’s peeping from outside.
Yan Wuxu looked on for a few moments, sweat breaking out in her palms. That time when she failed to seduce Pello, she thought he was "impotent," but judging from the time she had just overheard and his current vigorous actions, it was clear that Yan Wuxu’s charm was insufficient.
This discovery made Yan Wuxu somewhat dissatisfied, and it strengthened her resolve to get a clear look at the woman beneath Pello.
"Hmm," a whimpering sound made Pello slow his movements. He leaned in closer, looking at Su Ziceng’s face with her eyes tightly shut and a pained expression. Her nostrils flared painfully, and it was hard to tell if her face was wet from sweat or tears.
Black strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, while Su Ziceng’s body and face flushed with a pink hue.
It had been over an hour now. Pello hesitated, but his long-suppressed mental and physical urges kept him from stopping.
With another forceful thrust, Su Ziceng cried out. Yan Wuxu covered her mouth in shock. That woman was actually Su Ziceng.
"Just a little longer," Pello kissed Su Ziceng’s whimpering mouth. The passion in his eyes did not fade, and the body beneath him, just like the first time, reacted naively and was so tight it drove him crazy. This meant nothing had happened between her and Hang Yishao. Su Ziceng still belonged to him; she was his Su Ziceng.
Yan Wuxu wanted to close the door, but she suddenly realized something. She took out her phone and, while Pello was passionately kissing Su Ziceng, she took several photos.
After closing the door behind her, Yan Wuxu leaned against the wall and listened a little longer. With a low grunt from Pello, everything in the room settled down.
Why was Su Ziceng with Pello? If it weren’t for the clear photos that were still in her phone, with Su Ziceng’s face clearly showing on the screen from the angle, Yan Wuxu would never believe that the woman was Su Ziceng.
Su Ziceng’s expression and reaction seemed off. Reflecting upon it, Yan Wuxu herself was experienced in matters of men and women. Under such circumstances, a woman’s reaction would never be like Su Ziceng’s just now, completely without pleasure, almost painful.
