Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 669 - 272: The Collapse of Everything (Part 2)
"Miss," the secretary still wanted to persuade Wen Maixue, "we need to discuss this matter with Old Master Wen again, or maybe we should contact Mr. Perro."
Wen Maixue picked up the phone, "Get out, I don’t believe I can’t get anything done without you."
As the secretary just stepped out of the office, about to convey the message to Old Master Wen, suddenly there was a swaying sensation underfoot, and the sound of cracking and breaking spread from between the floors.
The employees of the Wen Family who were at work all looked up, as the ceiling and office desks started to shake.
An earthquake? Mo City wasn’t located on an earthquake belt, and rarely experienced earthquakes. Judging by the situation with the shaking of the floors, it did not seem like an earthquake.
"The ceiling is going to collapse," screams and cries for help echoed throughout the "Golden Coast." Everyone rushed toward the emergency exits, scrambling frantically, as office chairs and desks shifted, and water glasses from the desks kept falling off.
The power to the elevators was urgently cut off. At the stairwell, people were scrambling to push their way downstairs while cries of pain from being stepped on and kicked repeated in the corridor.
The shaking of the building continued, the skyscraper, which had been recklessly heightened, chose this day to collapse. Inside the teetering high-rise, the people fleeing for their lives did not notice, in the office, a corrupt soul was still racking their brains, figuring out how to doom another woman to death.
"I can pay someone to do it, or drive over and kill Su Ziceng; after all, I’ve killed before," continued Wen Maixue, her office on the seventieth floor of the "Golden Coast."
The building was originally supposed to be just seventy floors tall, and after it was abruptly increased to one hundred floors, the foundation could not sustain the weight of a hundred-story high-rise for long. Floors above the seventy-first collapsed down, compressing the lower floors. While Wen Maixue was still scheming, the glass behind her was squeezed open by the pressure, shattering like snowflakes onto her.
Like being splashed with scalding hot water, Wen Maixue screamed. Coming to her senses, she felt the excessive quietness between the collapsing floors and the deformed ceiling.
Some stinging on her face, Wen Maixue touched it with her hand, and her head spun from the mixture of blood and shards of glass.
"Ah!!!" A cry of despair trapped in the office, Wen Maixue didn’t even have the strength to walk, as the building swayed along with her face...
A quarter of an hour earlier, Su Ziceng had pressed the elevator to go downstairs. The poorly ventilated corridor was filled with the smell of fresh paint.
She walked a few steps and saw a room not far away lit bright.
Hang Yishao’s voice: "I’ve been waiting for you to come."
Su Ziceng was startled; could Yishao have known that she was coming back to find her? She quickened her pace, and when she got to the doorway, the silhouette standing in front made her breath catch.
How could Pello be here? The person standing with their back to her, face unclear, must be Pello. Su Ziceng thought of turning around and leaving; she didn’t have the courage to face both Pello and Hang Yishao at once. It’s already not easy to clear things up with one person.
"Hang Yishao, I’ve underestimated you," Pello’s deep voice carried an indistinct anger. Su Ziceng could imagine Pello’s expression right now; she remembered the very certain tone of the waiter earlier and this "Groom’s Waiting Room" set on the bottom of the ship, hard to be found by others.
Had Pello actually come to find her? And Yishao had anticipated his arrival, hence deliberately switching the rooms.
The two men were speaking in a tone that was somewhat off, and Su Ziceng stopped her motion to turn around. They shouldn’t be arguing over her, a woman who could only live for another year.
"You two listen," Su Ziceng walked quickly into the room, to attract their attention she deliberately raised her voice, "I’m marrying no one."
Su Ziceng, who had changed out of her wedding dress, immediately changed the expressions on the faces of Hang Yishao and Pello.
Hang Yishao’s previously cheerful expression immediately darkened. Looking at Su Ziceng, his hand still holding the gun, he wondered why Ziceng appeared here and why she wasn’t wearing a wedding dress. She should be on the top floor by now, waiting for him to take her hand personally, to receive everyone’s blessings.
Like anyone being pointed at with a gun, when Hang Yishao pulled out the weapon, Pello went on high alert. In the narrow cabin, it was hard to dodge bullets. Considering there would be a security check on the cruise ship today, he had not brought a handgun.
But when Su Ziceng’s pleasant voice appeared behind him, the gloom at the bottom of his heart dispersed as if exposed to Sunshine, and he called out emotionally: "Ziceng."
Now it was Su Zi’s and the older’s turn to be troubled, she had witnessed quite the scene. Hang Yishao was burning with anger, the gun in his hand was pointed at Pello.
These two men, it wasn’t just a negotiation, but a deadly game. TV dramas and novels have repeatedly confirmed one truth; at this time, the presence of a woman often does not help ease the atmosphere. Indeed, she really shouldn’t have turned back.
"Ziceng, go back to the top floor, the wedding is about to begin," Hang Yishao looked at the clock on the wall, only a quarter to nine left. Next to him, a sofa and coffee table still had a set of formalwear just like the one Hang Yishao was wearing; he had everything prepared, and if Pello came, he was going to pay in blood.
The white formalwear, if stained with blood, what sort of scene would that be?
All three people present understood that the suit wasn’t just there for show. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
