CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 22: THEIR SECRET (PART 2)

"Crying is like rainfall, it will wither a woman’s beauty along with the delicate flowers. This ’Green Love’ will make you a strong woman." After saying this, a few days later, Pello sent her back to the Wen family, and amidst Old Master Wen’s repeated gratitude, he promised to take care of the Wen family and Wen Maixue for life.

Wen Maixue’s memory stopped there, like a kite with its string cut, where the nineteen-year-old boy and the twenty-four-year-old man overlapped, both so splendid, like the first touch of dawn on a winter’s balcony.

Regarding Wen Maixue’s increasingly dependent gaze and demeanor, Pello did not react too much but adopted a laissez-faire attitude.

"Who is this Taoist Wang?" When the topic of Kelly Women’s College arose, Old Master Wen’s words became cautious, after all, it was a family business of several hundred years that he still had to manage carefully.

"I should have mentioned to you, Old Master Wen, that before coming to Country Z, I studied Western Divination for some time, and after arriving in Country Z, I became interested in a range of Mysticism disciplines, including ’The Book of Changes’ from the East. It was also by a chance of Divination that I found Mai Xue," Pello was a natural negotiator, he sniffed the skepticism in Old Master Wen’s tone, as well as the jealousy that had been in Wen Maixue’s mood these days. He knew even better how to make these two agree to his request, just as he knew how to make Wen Maixue gift "Angel’s Broken Wings" to Su Ziceng.

How could Old Master Wen refuse the proposal of his life-saving benefactor? Pello was very amiable.

Wen Maixue also fell silent. She knew that Pello came to inquire about the affair only to show respect for the Wen family, "The new courses added are indeed quite special, I myself want to attend them." Wen Maixue stressed that the educational model of Kelly Women’s School and the courses she had participated in before were different, she decided she would take new courses this year, too. If Pello liked Mysticism, she needed to know some as well, so that the two of them would have more topics in common.

"Oh, I thought I misheard, that Miss Wen who always prides herself as a modern woman is also interested in those unconventional things. Or is it that Miss Wen naturally carries something that takes one’s breath away?" Shang Yin was already fed up with the overly subtle mode of conversation among the people present.

Wen Maixue’s pale face turned red with anger, she looked at Pello hopefully, only to see Pello indulgently shake his head, which made her even more dissatisfied. She stood up abruptly: "Mr. Shang, then I won’t take up more of your precious time. I believe there are a bunch of women more intriguing than me waiting in line for you."

"Ah, it’s dinner time already, and I thought Miss Wen would at least do me the courtesy of inviting me to stay for dinner. It seems I don’t have that honor. Pello, let’s go back," Shang Yin drained his glass and snapped his fingers. Since Wen Maixue wasn’t being courteous, he didn’t need to leave her darling for her.

After hearing Shang Yin’s words, Wen Maixue’s neck also turned red with anger. She had just ordered the servants to prepare dinner for three, but with Shang Yin’s intervention, Pello would leave with him, too.

"Then I won’t intrude any further, see you in a few days." Pello took his leave politely, despite Old Master Wen’s attempts to keep him.

Shang Yin looked at Wen Maixue’s expression and knew she must have cursed his ancestors several times over in her mind. However, he didn’t care, as he didn’t even know who the ancestors of his past eighteen generations were. As for Wen Maixue, Shang Yin had never taken her seriously. When he had kidnapped thirteen-year-old Wen Maixue, Shang Yin had taken his fair share of losses while watching over her. His arm was left with quite a few scars. Wen Maixue was the kind of wolf cub that doesn’t spit out the bones it eats.

"Am I really not suited for red?" Wen Maixue, failing to keep Pello, could only send them out the door. Although she was somewhat concerned about their refusal to stay for dinner, she sounded as usual on the surface.

Pello, going along with Wen Maixue, slowed down his pace, watching the New Year’s snow under her feet slowly melt into worldly gray.

"Not suited. Red is a fiery color, and even the snow of the Arctic cannot suppress that vibrant hue. You’re better suited as a clump of white plum blossoms that bloom after the snow, wavering fragrantly in secret." This was the comment Pello gave after seeing Wen Maixue bid on the "Angel’s Broken Wings."

Without praise or condemnation, Wen Maixue, as clever as she was, heard a different meaning. She had to give up that dress and returned it to Su Ziceng with feigned generosity. Red was Su Ziceng’s color, while she, Wen Maixue, belonged to white. Since Pello believed so, she followed suit.

The most tedious white, Wen Maixue thought aggrievedly, as she touched Pello’s arm. He was wearing a cashmere coat that day, light gray in color, just looking at it made one feel a bit chilly, "Won’t you really stay for dinner? Grandfather... and I, we have some matters we want to discuss with you," after the New Year, she would be nineteen. If possible, she wanted to discuss the matter of engagement with Pello.

"No, I’ve got some important matters with Shang Yin," Pello brushed off her hand, as if he were brushing off snow that had settled on him.

Anyway, he wouldn’t accompany Shang Yin on his mischief. In the flower sea of Kelly Women’s School, he had never been dazzled, Wen Maixue comforted herself, managing a smile as she watched him get into Shang Yin’s car.

"You’re really not coming with me? Today, the two ’Golden Dragon Fish’ you talked about are about to take the bait," Shang Yin asked Pello, who was silent and staring out the window, with one hand on the steering wheel.

"Just drop me off halfway. One of your two fish is quite furious with me. I don’t need to ask for scorn. On such a snowy night, I’d rather find someone to drink with, something to warm the body and the heart." Pello watched the falling snow; after the New Year, the snow had not stopped. The greenhouse of Kelly Women’s School was buried under the snow. Before the start of school, he had to "find someone" to clean it up properly.

(By the way, now you all know how Shang Yin and Pello made their fortunes, right? Spine-chilling, isn’t it?) (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)