Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 667 - 270: You Cannot Marry Him (2)
"Yishao," Su Ziceng sighed almost imperceptibly, feeling the cautiousness and care in the man’s words as he spoke, "I know everything." This man had once treated her cruelly, but it was also he who rescued her from dire straits. She would strive to give him the happiness he desired.
"Tell me, you love me too," Hang Yishao straightened up a bit, his eyes inquiring, searching for something in the depths of Su Ziceng’s eyes.
The vehicle continued to glide smoothly on the road, with no unforeseen incidents occurring. Hang Yishao’s expectation of a possible interruption by Pello midway was dismissed. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"Tell me," Hang Yishao started to get playful; he pulled Su Ziceng closer, their lips touched, his tongue tingled her lips, leaving them moist and sticky.
"Yishao," Su Ziceng forced herself not to dodge his intimate gestures, Hang Yishao’s tongue parted her lips, his hand also reached for her wedding dress’s hem. He had restrained himself for a long time, being a normal man. Whenever he remembered Su Ziceng’s intimate actions with Pello, a rampant jealousy would grow inside him.
The invasive tip of his tongue lingered in Su Ziceng’s mouth, Hang Yishao felt her slight resistance, but he did not back down. By now, he could no longer care so much.
Hang Yishao was never a gentleman; look at that self-proclaimed gentleman Pello, what he had done to his Ziceng.
The wedding dress was tidied up again, Hang Yishao let go of Su Ziceng, took out the lipstick for touch-ups from her handbag, and after applying it, sat down next to her, still tightly holding Su Ziceng’s hand.
After that episode, both of their palms were filled with warmth.
The car stopped; the driver in front sighed with relief, the "Fate" renamed Su Hang Catamaran had already appeared ahead.
The huge ivory-white body of the ship displayed wedding ribbons and congratulatory messages. Starting from the beach, a red carpet over ten meters wide led up to the ship.
Hang Yishao got out of the car, opened the door for Su Ziceng, and as soon as she stepped down, noticed that the beach was already crowded. Sister Mu and others who had previously stayed in the apartment had miraculously appeared nearby.
Hands held once again by Hang Yishao, with everyone hollering around, Hang Yishao lowered his head and kissed Su Ziceng. On the beach without any cover, he kissed her long enough for every bystander to clearly see the deep affection between the bride and groom.
There was still an hour before the wedding officially started, Su Ziceng was taken to a "bride’s room" arranged by Hang Yishao’an. In the spacious and bright cabin, through the moderately sized windows, one could see the stunning waves under the sunshine.
Lin Ying checked Su Ziceng’s makeup, ensuring there wasn’t much issue. Seeing Su Ziceng silent, Sister Mu considerately said, "You rest here for a bit, we’ll go out and have a look."
Outside the cabin, waves of loud noises could be heard; sitting in the catamaran was very stable, with no discomfort from being at sea. Only her heart was unstable.
Yishao’s earlier reaction and that unusual behavior of the driver, Su Ziceng had noticed them all. He was on guard, he was guarding against Pello.
The night of trying on the wedding dress, recalling how easily Pello had let go, Su Ziceng felt somewhat disheartened. She felt guilty for her thoughts; she was about to get married, she shouldn’t have such ideas at this time.
When Hang Yishao asked if she loved him, Su Ziceng didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth. She could say she had long been married to him, but could she say she still loved him as before?
The reason she chose to marry Hang Yishao was partly because she was moved by his love, and partly because, if there was any man other than Pello who could walk with her, that man was definitely Hang Yishao.
"I should bury that undeserved affection under the azure sky and sea, and then return to being the original Su Ziceng," she murmured to herself, walking to the ship window.
When she opened the window, a seabird elegantly glided against the wind and landed on a pointed piece of seaweed.
No matter how stormy the sea, there always comes a calm day, which Su Ziceng clearly understood. Just like these past years, her life fluctuated like the tides with the Su family; no matter how her love brought her great joys or sorrows, in the end, she would still anchor on the shores of Mo City.
Hang Yishao named this "Su Hang Catamaran" Fate, to signify that his and Su Ziceng’s destinies would always be intertwined.
Time passed by seconds and minutes, and it remained quiet outside without any sign of disturbances. The wedding continued, and for Su Ziceng, everything felt so unfamiliar yet familiar.
The waiters at the banquet, the guests attending the wedding, all were immersed in the sea and the sky, intoxicated in the festive atmosphere of this praised golden couple’s wedding.
The wind also stopped, and on the sea, no waves came to join the bustle, Su Ziceng withdrew her gaze in disappointment. In the sky there were only clouds, on the sea only waves. What was she disappointed about? To prevent Pello from coming, she didn’t even have the courage to send out an invitation.
"You can’t marry Hang Yishao," the door of the cabin was pulled open, and a breathless voice rushed in.
Su Ziceng’s heart jumped, and she slowly turned around. (The end is yet to come. If you like this work, welcome you to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
