Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 658 - 267: The Night of the Wedding Dress Fitting
Mrs. Yan burst into tears when she saw Wuxu. As parents, even if there are millions of dissatisfactions with their children, in the end, they still find forgiveness.
Looking at Wuxu lying on the hospital bed, Han Fang realized he wouldn’t have visited Wuxu if it weren’t for the overwhelming waves of longing in his heart.
Wuxu, who was about to slit her own throat, made a mistake with the knife when she heard the guard’s voice saying, "Someone is here to see you," and ended up cutting a large gash across her throat.
The cut just missed her vocal cords, and now Wuxu could not produce any sound. She could only gaze intensely at Mrs. Yan and the shivering brothers brought by Yan Wuxi beside her.
Ignoring the pain in her throat, she buried her face in the pillow, certain that her appearance must have frightened them. The sense of shame made her want to find the steak knife again, and this time she wouldn’t hesitate.
"Wuxu, you’ve always been Mom’s good daughter, a great sister to your younger siblings, why would you be so foolish?" Due to her injury, Wuxu was admitted to the intensive care unit of the city hospital as a suspect.
Mrs. Yan could no longer contain herself and lunged to the bedside; the guards outside the hospital room peeked in a few times but didn’t come in to stop her.
Wuxu kept her face buried deep, tears of regret covering her cheeks. Yes, she had always been a good daughter, a good sister. After all these years, she was just that; how could she have come to this point? She wanted to say: "The baby is dead." She didn’t deserve sympathy.
Her tears soaked the bandages, and blood seeped into the white sheets, catching Han Fang’s eyes and making his heart bleed as well.
"Xiao Xu," Han Fang moved opposite Mrs. Yan, closer to Wuxu, "you have to survive. Your aunty, Wuxi, and I... we all still need you."
The crying figure on the bed suddenly sat up, embracing Han Fang and crying dryly, her voice turning into an ugly roar, but Wuxu didn’t care anymore. Even if she couldn’t speak for the rest of her life, there were still people waiting for her; everything was already enough.
Su Ziceng, who had pushed the door open, closed it again. Seeing the crying mass of Yan Family members and Han Fang inside let her know that, at this moment, this family shouldn’t be further disturbed.
Hang Yishao accompanied her out of the hospital, and seeing Su Ziceng still in a daze, he took her into his embrace and pulled out a pair of rings from his pocket.
When the rose-colored rings gleamed harmoniously in the sunlight, Su Ziceng felt a flash before her eyes. These familiar rings were the very ones she had lost many years ago.
"I remember you telling me that these rings are called the Venus and Amenis Wish Rings. That time, when you lost them to me, I made up my mind to have you wear them again," the reappearance of these weathered rings, which had witnessed Su Ziceng and Hang Yishao’s ups and downs, brought a tingling sensation to Su Ziceng’s nose.
"It’s settled, the wedding dress I commissioned from Vera Wang has been delivered to Espr. Have Lin Ying and the others check it for you, make any changes as needed," Hang Yishao stored the rings away, always believing that giving a woman the most exquisite gifts would make her uncontrollably happy. But he knew that Su Ziceng wasn’t like that, at least not now. These Wish Rings were special to both him and Su Ziceng.
Her wedding with Master Puwand was a private affair involving just the two of them and wasn’t announced publicly, but her wedding dress still caused Sister Mu and Su Ziceng to be green with envy. Lin Ying’s bridal gown, also designed by the Chinese bridal queen Vera Wang, was so revered that upon Hang Yishao’s discovery, he immediately flew to the United States and had it custom-made for Su Ziceng.
In order not to disrupt Espr’s regular business, Su Ziceng tried on her wedding gown at night with Sister Mu waiting outside.
In the brightly lit dressing mirror of Espr, Su Ziceng, wearing the white wedding dress, regarded her own reflection. The former Su Ziceng, with her life not worth a second glance, had disappeared from her body.
The woman in the mirror was slender, light, wearing a confident smile. The wedding dress, fitting snugly on her and spangling with crushed diamonds gathered at the chest, made her shine with the radiant glow of a bride-to-be.
"The wedding dress suits you well," Pello’s voice and figure appeared together in the mirror.
