Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 653 - 280: The Very End (Grand Finale)

Su Ziceng was still disappointed. She didn’t get the chance to see Pello; as the dawn was just breaking, the gang split into two groups—one went to exchange with Pello, and the other took her out alone.

This time, no one blindfolded her eyes, these people who harbored hatred towards her and Pello simply tied her hands and took her to a low depression in the valley.

In front of her, there was a pit that was two meters deep. Su Ziceng was pushed to stand on the edge of the sandpit, and looking down from the edge, she knew what had made Su Qingzhang give up the idea of rescuing Ye Taina all those years ago. Because of the drought, the walls of the sandpit were smooth, and if someone fell in, they would keep sinking into the sand. On the edge of the sandpit, some white arm bones could still be made out.

Those who had been buried alive in the sandpits of the valley had been lying here alone for many years.

"Ma’am," Bacha walked up to Su Ziceng, tied her feet with rope, and then covered her face with a sack.

"Thank you, Bacha, you’re a good person," Su Ziceng spoke her last words, her eyes devoid of any hatred. Bacha trembled, his honest body and broad, mountain-like shoulders slumped, and he said to the men behind him, "Let me put her in."

Su Ziceng was forced to crouch down, her knees bending, and with a push on her tied hands from behind by Bacha, she tumbled into the sandpit. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Feeling the collision of the sand against the sack in front of her eyes, Su Ziceng closed her eyes, feeling her body continuously falling downwards.

The men shouted in strange native languages, continuously pouring sand into the pit, while Bacha stood by silent.

After a full ten minutes or so, just as the gang was about to leave, bursts of gunfire sounded in the distance, and a number of military pickups roared in. The kidnappers all scattered in all directions, Bacha glanced at the sandpit, remembered Su Ziceng’s friendly smile, squatted down, took something from his person and placed it where Su Ziceng had been buried, then also fled with the others.

Pello jumped down from the truck, his eyes bloodshot, holding in his hands the six "Mussen’s Blessing." He didn’t see Ziceng; everything around him was chaos and sand.

He stepped forward, stumbled and fell to the ground. What had those beasts done to his Ziceng? How could they have done that to her... Pello, crazy with rage after extracting everything from the leader of the kidnappers, had found his way here. But it was still too late.

"Ziceng!" Pello yelled, dozens of soldiers had already started searching the area, but how could they find a person buried under the sand in such an endless expanse of valley?

"My God," Pello clasped his head, knelt down on the ground, why did all the past mistakes have to befall her?

Sunshine fell on his despairing face; a ray of light pricked Pello’s eyes. He crawled and scuffled, clutching the small unpolished diamond.

"Here!" He called out, directing everyone to start digging nearby.

Earth was piled up, and as the shovels dug ever deeper, Pello pushed the diggers aside, knowing that if they continued like this, it would be too late.

The shovel touched something, Pello stopped, and everyone noticed a hint of purple showing in the sandpit.

A purple circular bracelet, a diamond bangle, was fitted on a piece of arm bone.

"Purple Love," Pello whispered as he hurriedly picked up the bracelet. It was the first time he saw Purple Love, the bracelet worn by Ye Taina.

"Mom," Pello gripped the bracelet tightly, staring at the more than a meter thick layer of sand and soil. "If you can hear me, please bless Ziceng. To keep her alive, I’d rather have nothing at all."

The "Mussen’s Blessing," coveted by many for its immense value and stained with countless people’s blood and desire, was casually thrown onto the ground.

The group of soldiers stood aside, watching Pello as he murmured: "For her, I would spare no effort, just begging for one more chance for us."

The red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple pieces of jewelry were once again laid out together. The dazzling Diamond light almost illuminated the entire valley.

Years later, when Pello returned to this valley, the once-dry riverbed now showed signs of life. The former mine had been transformed into a temporary shelter for local orphans and pregnant women.

After that incident, Mussen Jewelry withdrew from the Diamond mining industry, dedicating themselves to researching artificial diamonds as a substitute for natural Diamond ore. "Mussen’s Blessing" was also donated to the Louvre Museum as part of its collection.

Under the setting sun, Pello’s figure cast a stark shadow as he gazed into the distance. Behind him, a pair of hands appeared, and a woman’s gentle voice rang out: "Pello, are you planning to build a new shelter here?"

He turned with a smile, allowing Su Ziceng to see only the right side of his face. Su Ziceng puffed up her lips; she had told him that she didn’t mind seeing his other side, but Pello still cared.

"Do you really plan to stay here with me?" Su Ziceng tiptoed to embrace Pello, kissing his left cheek.

"It’s my honor to spend this lifetime with you," Pello whispered as he captured her playful lips in his. Her lifetime was something he had fought for, and it was also the best gift given to them by two great women, Ye Taina and Qiao Chu.

The evening breeze lifted Su Ziceng’s white skirt as the laughter of several African children echoed behind them. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she swatted away Pello’s hand. "It’s time to go back."

Pello frowned; today was the first of the month. On every first, Su Ziceng would receive several calls from the Northern Hemisphere, from Mo City. Among them, one was from that damn man who had dared to point a gun at his head.

"Don’t be so petty," Su Ziceng smoothed Pello’s frown, reminding him that Hang Yishao was her ex-husband.

"Go ahead, just keep it short," Pello muttered, not understanding how one man could have so much to say. The total duration of the calls from Su Qingzhang, Sister Mu, and others all together couldn’t compare to the length of Hang Yishao’s calls.

"Understood, Commander," Su Ziceng mockingly saluted and then ran towards the direction of the shelter.

Watching her grace away, Pello smiled. Even now, he believed all of this was still a dream, a reclaimed happiness that made him decide if this was indeed a dream, he’d rather never wake up from it.

"Ziceng, there’s something I’ve kept from you. I made a little promise with mom," Pello spoke to himself: "I am a selfish person. In this lifetime, my only wish is to outlive you by a minute, so I can hold your hand and see you every day of my life." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)