Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 655 - 265: He Realized Too Late

Spring had arrived, and at the Su Mansion, all the roses were in full bloom. Pello had been living here for over a year. Besides maintaining the original appearance of the Su Mansion, the only change he made was planting roses everywhere, all of them red. The kind of red that Pello said was too intense for Wen Maixue, like flames.

Pello was standing under the sun, holding a pair of pruning shears. It had been a while since he last pruned the branches.

Yesterday, he dismissed the Su family’s gardener, followed by all the servants, then he started tending to the garden himself.

The green branches and leaves fell to the ground; he cut slowly, but the sharp pruning shears neatly trimmed off the excess buds from the roses.

"Pello, I am back," Wen Maixue thought whether to first talk about her failed negotiation or to embrace Pello forwardly. She felt that Pello really needed her care right now.

"Was it Yang Wuxu who you asked to release the photos?" Pello’s scissors slipped and a rose was cut off. The fragrance of the rose slowed Wen Maixue’s reaction. By the time the rose completely fell to the ground, she saw that Pello had already nicked her chin with the scissors and drawn blood.

"!", Wen Maixue was stunned. The cut on her face was not large, and the blood quickly dried in the air, but Pello’s gaze, sharper than the scissors, stabbed at her, piercing her body and soul, making her feel like the ugliest person in the world.

When that magazine arrived, Pello immediately contacted Su Ziceng, but she was abroad at the time, and her phone was unreachable. He needed to explain things clearly to her. He also asked Sister Mu when Ziceng would return to the country but was kicked out. All friends around Su Ziceng knew that he was the man, no one doubted Su Ziceng’s character.

He had thought about releasing the photos, but that was just a momentary impulse.

He should have destroyed those photos earlier; it was all too late now. Hang Yishao took advantage of this opportunity.

The photo of Hang Yishao and Su Ziceng attending the press conference together constantly reminded him that everything was irretrievable now.

When Shang Yin got the magazine, he even joked, "The standards of magazines nowadays really have dropped, if I said the person in the magazine was me, probably no one would doubt it," such a glaring mistake, even Shang Yin realized it immediately and he had only just caught on.

"It’s me there," Pello uttered those words in some indescribable tone.

Shang Yin blew a loud whistle, "Then I must see Hang Yishao in a new light, he not only has brains but also a generous spirit."

Pello remembered clearly, he punched Shang Yin, causing his already healing body to suffer another serious injury, "That’s my woman."

All the roses were cut down, and in the garden, only bare stems were left. He was hopelessly foolish; the blooming roses had faded from the branches because of his mistake.

The night he left Su Ziceng, he should have realized that he didn’t take possession of her out of revenge. He just wanted to bind her body and mind close to him. He selfishly thought of tying her down with invisible strings.

In the end, he destroyed everything.

"Pello, I know you are heartbroken. Su Ziceng deceived you. In this world, I am the only one who truly cares about you," Wen Maixue watched as Pello turned around woodenly and came towards her.

"Maixue, we are over." Pello’s words caused Wen Maixue’s already crumbling sky to crash down thunderously. She abruptly opened the front of her blouse, revealing a wound that was nearly healed.

"Have you forgotten that I once took a blade for you?" Wen Maixue’s skin was as glaring as snow. But Pello could no longer keep his eyes on her.

He remembered, that sealed memory gushed out like a breached dyke, all flooding in. Su Ziceng had also taken a bullet for him. Without hesitation or complaint, she embraced him, shielding him from Olson’s gunshot.

Afterwards, she never mentioned it, as if she had forgotten all about it. But why had he forgotten too? He should remember the warm venison at his lips in the snow, and the woman’s trembling voice telling him, "Pello, don’t fall asleep. Don’t... fall asleep." How could he have completely forgotten, it was wrong, it was late, everything was too late.

"Maixue, I have given you everything, everything you could possibly want, but now I can’t control myself anymore, it’s already out of control," Pello pointed at his heart, unable to bear Su Ziceng making promises to someone else, for better or worse, never to part.

"Pello," Wen Maixue had never seen such an expression on Pello, the agony in his eyes, the uncontrollably conspicuous emotions. Was this man still the Pello she knew?

"I don’t need your charity, take all these back!" Wen Maixue tore off a brooch from her chest and threw it in Pello’s face: "Why didn’t you make it clear earlier, if you loved her you should have told her, why... why use me as a shield."

Wen Maixue stormed out. Her life had always been one of receiving charity. Wen Zimu gave her the status of the Wen family’s young mistress, Su Ziceng gave her this man, and now, what was Pello going to give her? Money? Fame? Was there nothing else left in her life?

She didn’t need these... didn’t need them. But they didn’t understand, not even Wen Maixue herself understood, after all these years, what she truly wanted.(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to give a recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)