CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 34: ONE STEP AWAY FROM THE TRUTH (PART 2)

She made a round in the library and then sat by the window on the south side, basking under the noon sunshine, hoping to use the light to drive away her fatigue.

Sure enough, there wasn’t much content. Similar to Chang Mei’s meticulousness in handling affairs, Chang Mei’s diary didn’t include any needless complaints, only formulaic records: daily lessons, gains of the day, etc., practically a flow of accounts.

It was only after flipping through most of it that she came across a sentence: "I hate her, I wish she would die." Followed by a series of furious pen jabs.

In the entire diary, this was the only sentence expressing emotions; the rest had no other information.

Who was this "she"? Su Ziceng looked at the deep impressions made on the paper. If at that time Chang Mei harbored such deep hatred for Qiao Chu, why would she end up working at the Su Family’s house?

The sunlight filled the pen holes, her vision turned blurred, and Su Ziceng unwittingly fell asleep.

When she woke, it was already two in the afternoon, the distant noise of the school bell lingering by her ear, Su Ziceng jumped up and glanced at the diary, which was still safely placed on the desk. She thought for a moment, tucked the diary into her bosom, and slipped out of the library.

The row of neat desks and chairs at the southern window where she had been seated had an additional gray coat now. After Su Ziceng left, a figure stepped out from the innermost side; Pello’s crystal gray tie shimmering multilayered hues in the sunlight, he was also holding a diary with neatly, playfully written words "Ye Taina" on its title page.

Outside the window, Su Ziceng ran further away, the afternoon classes had begun, her long hair disheveled by the wind, her skirt fluttering like a teal butterfly.

"Ye Taina’s best friend Qiao Chu?" Pello picked up the forgotten coat, hiding the diary beneath it, muttered to himself: "It seems I can’t leave you here anymore, better let you disappear from the public’s eyes forever like Ye Taina."

After noticing Su Ziceng’s absence during the midday, Yan Wuxu did not return to the dormitory, also missing the first afternoon class, looking as if she had not even managed to grab lunch.

"You spent the whole noon just to snatch this diary," Yan Wuxu also browsed through the diary, and compared it with her own, feeling a bit embarrassed, "This person’s habits are really similar to mine," she said while pulling out her own Rose Handbook, indeed, it also contained some schedules and reminders.

"This diary belongs to Chang Mei," upon hearing Su Ziceng’s reminder, Yan Wuxu found the name quite harsh.

Chang Mei? Yan Wuxu had secretly contacted Su Qingzhang at noon, only to find that the phone number he gave a few days ago had changed its owner, and when she called the Su Group, they told her that Chairman Su had gone abroad for inspection, probably returning only after a month.

Chang Mei, having control over all of Su Qingzhang’s schedules—if she wished, one month would be nothing; not even a year could let Yan Wuxu meet Su Qingzhang again. Indeed, that was how she arranged it, planning numerous meetings both domestic and international for the following months, aiming to make Su Qingzhang forget the dove-like Yan Wuxu.

In this world, the one who understood Su Qingzhang best was not his deceased wife Qiao Chu, but Chang Mei. Both having originated from the Sixth District, Su Qingzhang and Chang Mei shared striking similarities, which is why, despite their similarly domineering characters, after countless conflicts, they finally reconciled. Once Su Qingzhang busied himself, he would forget the people and matters around him, only his self-founded Su Group truly mattered to him.

Fearing to inquire where exactly Su Qingzhang was, Yan Wuxu’s sentiments were like a cat stuck on a branch, fearing that any rash movements could accidentally strangle herself, today’s "Mysticism class" further intensified her insecurity.

"Fei Qing came looking for me today, Hang Yishao was with him," Yan Wuxu’s tone shifted. At noon, Fei Qing and Hang Yishao’s appearance caused quite a stir.

"..." Su Ziceng did not react immediately; she still lowered her head to look at the diary.

"Fei Qing seemed to intend to renew our past connection, but I rejected it," Yan Wuxu struggled a bit internally, but after Teacher Fei Lin’s class, she confirmed that she and Fei Qing could never go back.

Separated couples, like split semicircles, even if forced together, would only result in a misfit.

"It was in the restaurant that we met, quite a few people were watching, my response obviously made it hard for him to save face." Yan Wuxu paused as Su Ziceng stopped flipping through the diary.

"What was Hang Yishao doing?" Su Ziceng’s heart still held some hope.

"A girl asked him for his phone number," Yan Wuxu knew Su Ziceng would be unhappy hearing this news, but she chose to share it anyway.

"I suppose I should be comforted; at least, a Chang Chi isn’t enough to satisfy his appetite," Su Ziceng bitterly smiled, after a pause, she added: "Maybe you are right, Hang Yishao isn’t indispensable, many things have already changed, maybe letting go and starting anew is the meaning of my revival."

The meaning behind Su Ziceng’s words wasn’t very clear to Yan Wuxu, but Su Ziceng understood herself; if Hang Yishao married Chang Chi, then the future tears and quarrels would no longer belong to her. It’s hard to believe that someone would walk into the same pain twice after experiencing it once.

Su Ziceng stepped into the bathroom, used her fingers to push up the corners of her mouth, forcing out an ugly smile. Nineteen-year-old Su Ziceng faced another tough decision. What she could change was her own life; Hang Yishao’s life was beyond her influence, maybe switching to someone else, experiencing a love not piercing the heart, might make everything better.

If she couldn’t change it, then she should give up. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)