Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 622 - 251: Failed Blackmail (Part 2)
"I’m not asking you to destroy these photos, on the contrary, you should keep them safe. Perhaps one day, I will need to use these photos," Pello gazed at the face in the photos, pondering.
Yan Wuxu’s shivering stopped as she saw the look in Pello’s eyes, a cruel gaze filled with pleasure. She knew she wasn’t the most pitiable one and she didn’t need to seek revenge against Su Ziceng anymore; the man before her would fulfill all her wishes for her.
When Yan Wuxu walked out of Pello’s study, she went straight to Su Qingzhang’s room. In a few days, he would move out and live with his daughter. Before that, she must settle all matters between her and Su Qingzhang. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The failure of tonight’s negotiation was unexpected for Yan Wuxu, but she hadn’t lost everything yet. After severing ties with Su Qingzhang, she might be able to force Fei Qing into marrying her. At the least, she could become the young madam of the Fei Family. In the worst-case scenario, she could be Fei Qing’s mistress, a seductive and favored mistress rather than a dull wife.
"I’ve already taken my medicine," Su Qingzhang thought it was the butler urging him to take his medicine, but it was Yan Wuxu who entered; what was she doing here so late.
Su Qingzhang’s room was once Yan Wuxu’s favorite place. When she had just married into the Su Family, she had always wanted to spend a night in this room, even just for one night. But each time, no matter how passionate Su Qingzhang was with her, he would ask her to leave afterward. Every time, she would leave alone, melting into the chilly air, with hatred and darkness already seeping into her being.
Yan Wuxu fell silent for a moment; saying the word "divorce" to Su Qingzhang turned out to be difficult. Such an obvious conclusion that should have been easily reached was unexpectedly strenuous for her to voice.
The dim bedside lamp was turned on, casting light on Su Qingzhang’s face. His skin lacked the glow of youthfulness, and a few inconspicuous age spots appeared on his temples and the back of his hands. The man lying in bed, completely numb from the waist down, was the first man she had truly loved. Yan Wuxu knew she had loved Su Qingzhang, with genuine depth.
Su Qingzhang was the man who brought decorations for her mundane house on a snowy day, the man who opened his coat and embraced her while she waited in the cold outside a hotel. She had given her best to him—children, wealth, status—but in the end, all of it had vanished.
"Have you ever loved me? Apart from my eyes, the rest of me?" Yan Wuxu asked softly, her self-confidence eroded by numerous cruel injuries. She needed some affirmation, even if it was only partial.
"I lost the ability to love a long time ago," Su Qingzhang pointed to his legs, "Your eyes gave me an illusion. For everything that happened in the past, I’m sorry. All I can offer you now is..." Despite his apology, there was no hint of sincerity in his words to Yan Wuxu’s ears.
"There’s no need, I don’t expect to get anything more from you, Su Qingzhang. Who do you think you are? Now, you’re just a penniless cripple. Only your stupid daughter would want to take you in. And let me tell you, I’ve never loved you. I’ve had the lawyer draft the divorce agreement, just sign and stamp it, and spare me any further talk." After saying that, Yan Wuxu slammed the door and left, walking once again into the dark dead-end. Su Qingzhang had trampled on her confidence, utterly, without a shred of pity.
Su Qingzhang turned off the light. He didn’t want to divorce Yan Wuxu so soon; from what he learned from Ziceng, he knew about everything that had happened to her. She was just another woman despairing of love. Hence, Su Qingzhang wanted to give her some compensation, but she had refused.
"Xiao Xu," Yan Wuxu thought she’d spend the entire day shrouded in gloom, but apparently, God hadn’t completely forsaken her. Close to midnight, Yan Wuxu received a call from Fei Qing.
Fei Qing’s voice brimmed with smugness over the phone, "Wuxu, you always say I’m useless, right? This time I’ve made it happen. The drug shipment from the South will arrive soon. It won’t be long before I don’t need to reach out for money from the old man at home anymore. Stop being mad at me."
The news from Fei Qing rekindled hope in Yan Wuxu’s heart, which had been dead set on despair. Every cloud has a silver lining. Once Fei Qing’s shipment arrived, and then she persuaded Shang Yin to sell it in his entertainment venues, it would be an extremely profitable deal. With money, she wouldn’t need to rely on pleasing men anymore.
Men are unreliable; they bring her endless insecurity.
"Really, Ah Qing, you’ve done so well this time. You haven’t let me down," Yan Wuxu hurriedly dressed, called for a driver, and rushed towards the villa shared with Fei Qing.
After the car left the Su Family’s gates, a black sedan also followed, blending into the night. The elated Yan Wuxu was oblivious to the tailing vehicle behind her.
Those who have done something wrong should act and speak cautiously. Yan Wuxu was unaware that her secret meeting with Fei Qing had been caught red-handed by someone with an agenda. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with your recommendation ticket or monthly ticket at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
