Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 621 - 251: Failed Blackmail
Women blinded by jealousy are often foolish, and Yan Wuxu threatened the very last person she should have. Especially since she was barely clinging to life under this person’s wings.
When Pello saw those developed photographs, a flash of displeasure passed through his eyes — anyone would have the same reaction as Pello if they were photographed in the throes of passion.
Yan Wuxu stood in front of Pello, smugly satisfied with how the photos turned out. Su Ziceng’s face was clearly recognizable, the only regret being that the face of the man, Pello himself, was not as clear, only visibly a burly figure. But this was enough, Pello should be well aware of what the photograph depicted.
"The Earl of Wizi should be very interested in this photograph, right?" Yan Wuxu could hardly wait to name her price. She wanted to move out of the Su Family, get a divorce from Su Qingzhang, a comfortable house for herself, and a decent sum of recurring money — all of which she believed Pello could provide.
"You think I should be very interested in this photograph?" Pello casually tossed the photo onto the ground, showing no signs of feeling threatened at all.
"Of course, at least you must be interested in Su Ziceng in the photograph, otherwise, you wouldn’t have been with her, in the bedroom that remained exactly the same as when Su Ziceng lived there..." Yan Wuxu could sense that Pello seemed unconcerned about making the photograph public.
She had to think of another way, perhaps, from a different angle, "I could show the photograph to Miss Wen, who would surely be troubled by your infidelity, and it would threaten your relationship."
"You think, Wen Maixue would acknowledge the photograph based on a man’s back, believing that it’s me in it? Even if she confirmed it, she wouldn’t mind. If you don’t believe me, you are welcome to try it." Pello knew that Wen Maixue could infer from the background and the similar figure that it was indeed him in the photograph, but so what? Wen Maixue would not break off their engagement, as they were the most suitable match. He didn’t mind Wen Maixue’s infidelity, and she wouldn’t mind his affair with Su Ziceng. Or rather, if she minded, it would make things even easier to handle.
"You!" Yan Wuxu frantically grabbed the photographs. Pello truly didn’t care, to the extent that he had no intention of destroying them. She hung her head low, her eyes filled with astonished fear after the realization — the man before her knew the rules of their circle far better than she did. Women were the weaker ones in the upper echelons, whether they were opportunistic like her or as calm and intelligent as Wen Maixue. Once they chose to be subdued by a man, they should be utterly loyal, and no matter what happened, they had to stand by with a smile.
Su Ziceng’s face in the photograph, with eyes tightly closed, showed a look that was either pain or pleasure — a perfect warning. The relationship between Pello and Su Ziceng might just continue like this, and Wen Maixue, despite knowing about it, would turn a blind eye. The reality Yan Wuxu had discovered deeply shocked her, her fingers holding the photographs, unable to bend or clasp together.
"As for the demands you’ve mentioned, you can discuss some of them directly with Su Qingzhang, like your freedom. If I were you, I would smartly file for a divorce agreement, then sign off cleanly. You can’t gain anything more from Su Qingzhang. And, don’t try any tricks with me and Shang Yin, or you and your disabled son will disappear from Mo City forever." Pello’s voice was as warm as the breeze from an indoor air conditioner, but when it entered Yan Wuxu’s ears, it turned into the most tormenting cold winds of December. Even though she was indoors, Yan Wuxu felt as if she was standing naked in a frozen wasteland, at the mercy of Pello’s words stripping away her last shred of dignity and hope.
"Please don’t do this, I won’t dare to ever again," Yan Wuxu said fearfully, covering her ears. She trembled unceasingly, her fingers straightening and then curling back up, "I’ll destroy these photos right now, and they’ll never exist in this world again." As she spoke, she attempted to gather the photos, determined to tear them all up without leaving a trace.
"Wait," Pello picked up one of the photos, his finger lightly touching the woman with closed eyes on it. The corner of her eyes seemed to carry a hint of moisture — was his happiness built upon her suffering? Why had it come to this?
