Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 618 - 249: Three "Queens" (2)
"Brother Han," Yan Wuxu forced a smile, not wanting Han Fang to see her pitiful expression.
"Why did you come back?" Han Fang scratched his head, still the same old Han Fang who, when looking at her, would be at a loss for words and blush unnaturally like Brother Han.
In this world, there were still people who truly loved her, and Yan Wuxu’s heart was once again filled with hope. She smiled and said, "I just came by to see."
"It’s so late, where’s the driver? Are you doing alright... there?" Han Fang also felt weak, just like Mrs. Yan had, especially after what had happened at the Su family and the things Yan Wuxu did to the father and daughter of the Su family, Han Fang had once stopped interacting with Yan Wuxu.
But tonight, seeing the pitiful sight of her curled up at the door, he still instinctively walked over.
"Brother Han, walk with me, it’s been a long time since I’ve been back," Yan Wuxu did not answer, she looped her arm through Han Fang’s, leaning against his shoulder. Han Fang’s shoulders might not be as broad as Shang Yin’s or Fei Qing’s, but they hadn’t changed over the years, always warm and dependable.
Han Fang nodded, the current Wuxu, appearing so helpless, must have been through something.
They walked all the way to the seaside. Mo City’s seaside was no longer the same as it was four or five years ago. The trash and shipwrecks on the beach had been cleared away. Hang Fei’s jointly invested resort had taken root by the seashore, and the sand and mud in the sea had been cleaned as well, making it possible to see some blue lights even in the dark. On a clear day, standing on the beach, one could see an open view where the sea and sky merged.
"Brother Han, why didn’t you want me back then?" Yan Wuxu tightly gripped Han Fang’s hand. That time in the hotel, if Han Fang had fulfilled her, then many things that followed wouldn’t have happened.
Han Fang wasn’t like Fei Qing; he would have been a good father, keeping the secret for a lifetime, never letting Su Qingzhang and others know.
"Xiao Xu," Han Fang gazed at the ocean, where the blue sea was met by a black hurricane, just like the desires deep in Yan Wuxu’s heart, "Do you know? I’ve loved you for over ten years, I can’t love you in that way." Han Fang’s love was pure, Yan Wuxu’s complexity made him timid; he dared not embrace her or possess her.
"So now, do you still love me?" Yan Wuxu embraced him tightly, allowing the seawater to drench their clothes, and the sea breeze to mess up their hair.
The wind carried a salty taste, akin to the taste of a man’s tears alike to the seawater.
"The Yan Wuxu I love is the one who used to follow me, calling me Brother Han. Xiao Xu, you’ve already run ahead, and I can’t catch up to you anymore." Han Fang let go of Yan Wuxu, walking towards the shore.
"Brother Han, you can’t leave me behind," Yan Wuxu cried out; in front of the vast sea, all human desires seemed insignificant. Han Fang had walked far away.
Yan Wuxu’s sobbing subsided, she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, where not a single star was visible; even the heavens were in despair on this night, as she lost the last person who loved her.
Yan Wuxu stood up, her clothes wet and clinging to her skin; she took a few steps forward, no matter how difficult, she had to walk back, back to that cold yet extravagant "home."
The seawater washed away the footprints left by Yan Wuxu and Han Fang, slapping against a large ship docked by the coast.
In an empty sky, the moon unknowingly peeked out, illuminating the large ship berthed by the shore under the moonlight, revealing a complete and huge hull—this was a ship like none other, with a double hull, left and right, like inseparable lovers. On the cloud-white hull facing the coast, a striking "Hang" character was written, but what was written facing the sea?
When Yan Wuxu arrived at the Su family, she saw that Pello’s study room light was still on. She walked closer to the study, the door was open, and Pello sat at the desk with a book spread out.
To Yan Wuxu, Pello and Shang Yin were madmen, unsentimental, cold-blooded lunatics. Yan Wuxu didn’t want to provoke that madman again; she turned to leave, but Pello spoke first: "Perhaps you might be interested in this magazine."
Yan Wuxu reluctantly turned back, the magazine Pello placed on the desk was a fashion magazine—at a glance, it was a type usually studied by women, further confirming Pello as not only a cold-blooded maniac but likely mentally unstable as well.
"VOGUE?" Yan Wuxu wasn’t fond of buying magazines like Su Ziceng; she preferred going directly to designer stores, enjoying the recommendations and envious glances from salespeople.
"The American edition of VOGUE, the latest issue," Pello believed this issue had also reached Wen Maixue’s hands.
Could it be that ZARA also sponsored VOGUE? Unable to discern any emotion from Pello’s expression, Yan Wuxu had to figure it out herself. Pello flipped the magazine to the middle, and Yan Wuxu could only flip it forward, trying to gather some information from the contents.
Printed on colored pages, the thick magazine closed itself as soon as she picked it up. This issue featured three women, Yan Wuxu first noticed a striking headline, "Eastern Three Beauties, Espr’s women."
Then those three faces, distinctly different in style but all possessing dazzlingly exquisite and confident visages.
"Su Ziceng," as Yan Wuxu recognized Su Ziceng at the same time, inside the Wen family’s mansion, Wen Maixue furiously threw the magazine onto the floor, "Su Ziceng actually appeared on the cover of VOGUE."
Even she had never graced such magazine covers, let alone several pages of a special interview—were all those people blind? (To be continued. If you like this work, we invite you to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
