Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 651 - 271: The Collapse of Everything

A pair of eyes, filled with a manic obsession, gazed down from a high vantage point at the cruise ship on the sea.

Since around seven o’clock in the morning, Wen Maixue had been standing atop the high-rise of "Golden Coast," looking out at the wedding cruise ship on the sea which, even from a distance, revealed its celebratory hues.

Compared to Su Ziceng, Wen Maixue stood higher and saw further, like now—she could overlook the entire Mo City. This city that had nurtured her for over twenty years seemed so insignificant from this height.

"Don’t get too smug, Su Ziceng," Wen Maixue walked toward the rooftop; the oppressiveness of the hundred-story building was self-evident. But at this moment, Wen Maixue was not in the mood to fear, unwilling to allow others to gloat while she herself was in a state of disarray, like a dog that had lost its home.

Wen Maixue slipped off her high heels and stepped towards the edge of the rooftop, each step elegant and synchronized. She walked until she reached the edge of the hundred-story building, where the transparent sunshine scattered all the clouds floating by the high-rise.

The high heels, gleaming black, were tossed by Wen Maixue as she erupted into hysterical laughter: "Do you really think I would commit suicide? No way."

She turned and began her descent from the building, calling over the confidential secretary of the Wen Family, still giving orders in her accustomed tone as the helmsperson of the Wen Family: "I want you to present a grand gift to the wedding banquet of both the Su and Hang families."

The Wen family was also invited to the wedding of the Su and Hang families, but Old Master Wen was not feeling well, and the eldest daughter did not get along well with today’s bride Miss Su Ziceng, so ultimately, according to Old Master Wen’s wishes, Wen Zimu represented the Wen family at the event.

"Miss," the secretary spoke carefully, now everyone in the Wen Family was aware that the relationship between Wen Zimu, who was the former eldest daughter, and Old Master Wen had greatly improved, so quietly, employees inside and outside the Wen Family began to change how they addressed her.

How could Wen Maixue not be aware of the subtext? She snorted, cursing these fair-weather flatterers in her heart. Yet she could not lash out now, at least not until the secretary had completed this task for her.

"Wen Zimu took it upon herself to attend on behalf of the Wen family," Wen Maixue said bitterly, as long as she remained in the position of the Wen Family’s operating chairman for another day, everyone from the Wen family had to respectfully address her as "eldest daughter."

"But... the Wen Family has already sent a gift, personally selected by Old Master Wen. It was a very rare piece of Hainan agarwood," the secretary said, not daring to go against Wen Maixue’s wishes.

"Who told you to actually send a gift? What I’m asking you is to burn down Su Ziceng’s factory, leaving nothing behind, not a trace," Wen Maixue threw all the documents from the table, cursing ruthlessly.

The secretary, upon hearing that he was being ordered to commit arson, felt a twinge of fear. He did indeed work for the Wen Family, but he didn’t have to risk imprisonment over a single sentence from Wen Maixue. Furthermore, considering her demeanor and behavior today, which seemed abnormal, the secretary pondered whether he should inform Old Master Wen about the situation.

His hesitation incensed Wen Maixue even further, as she stepped forward and said in a harsh tone, "Do you no longer care about keeping your job? I’m ordering you to burn down that factory. I want to leave Su Ziceng with nothing."

No matter if Old Master Wen agreed to Pello’s demand to call off the engagement, Wen Maixue had no intention of compromising.

When she had entered "Golden Coast" that morning, the security guards looked at her with the same respect as always. In the eyes of most people, she was still that prestigious young heiress, but Wen Maixue knew her heart and body were already profoundly scarred.

The memory of running over Orleans that day would occasionally surface in her mind. Her hands could barely steady the steering wheel, and under the sway of fear and guilt, she began to suffer from insomnia, further intensified by Pello’s heartless abandonment. Wen Maixue knew she wasn’t far from the brink of collapse.

Standing alone on the rooftop, she did have an impulse to just leap off. With her own blood and hate, she wanted to cast Su Ziceng and Pello into an endless abyss and curse them.

But she lacked even the courage to die. It turned out suicide was the most laborious, the most courage-requiring act. Having forsaken the thought of taking her own life, there was nowhere for her hatred to vent. She couldn’t, nor was she able to seek vengeance on Pello, so she could only direct her rage towards the person she considered the "root of all evil," Su Ziceng.