CHAPTER 170: CHAPTER 35: A WEDDING CRASHER APPEARS (PART 2)

This kind of planned and timed escape was concocted by Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu after much thought.

By the time it was the fifth one, it was already mid-March. The quantity of arranged dates had increased, but the quality dropped. On the fine March 14th, White Day, when the streets were filled with the festive lights of Valentine’s Day, Su Ziceng had to tragically sit in a barbecue restaurant, chewing wax-like imported grilled meat.

The slices of meat on the electrified grill flipped over, white smoke carrying the stench of animal carcasses. Seated across from her was her latest arranged date, a government official who just caught the last train at thirty-five.

The most eye-catching thing on his entire face was his two nostrils, which prospected outwards, revealing dark nostril hairs, causing Su Ziceng to have to look away, desperately adding various hot sauces to the slices of meat.

"Miss Su, you’re quite different from the rumors, you’re young and beautiful, and your manners and speech are so graceful," his nostrils flaring as if the words were spoken through them.

Being able to become the Mayor of Mo City’s first confidential secretary at thirty-five, if not because of exceptional talent, then it must be because of exceptional ’wealth’. It’s said that he’s the son of a nouveau riche from Bianjing City, not knowing how many zeros it took to be placed in Mo City, resembling ’on-the-job training’. In a few years’ time, he would likely climb even higher back in Bianjing City.

"Hmm," Su Ziceng could still accept the compliments that didn’t need to be seen with eyes.

It’s strange tonight, why has Yan Wuxu’s call not yet arrived? Logically, it should only take an hour for her to call.

The nostril man, seeing that the quantity of meat in Su Ziceng’s plate was not decreasing, thought she was full, and braved himself to scoot a bit closer. The Su Ziceng that was rumored outside was supposed to be a thorny rose, but, to his surprise, upon meeting her, she seemed like a fresh jasmine about to blossom, her freshness and elegance made him unable to resist having thoughts. "The night is still young, why don’t we go up the hill to watch the stars later?"

Hell with the stars, the mountaintop in March is as cold as a refrigerator, Su Ziceng cursed inwardly, shifting her body back. Tonight was truly a mistake, on a whim wanting to eat Korean barbecue, how could she forget that at a self-service barbecue, the seats are close together.

"Sir, you’d better go out and take a look," a gentle voice came from behind the nostril man.

Seeing his opportunity to court the beautiful lady interrupted, the nostril man’s nostrils doubled in size, "Go away, don’t you see I’m busy."

This time it wasn’t the nostrils pointing upwards, the speaker was clearly not a waiter, "There are traffic police outside ticketing. I heard that the car with the official license plate is yours."

The nostril man’s nostrils shrunk back immediately, private use of a public vehicle, if caught red-handed, it could be a big issue. He apologized to Su Ziceng in a hurry and rushed out. Had he known, he wouldn’t have flaunted his power and parked his car right in front of the entrance.

"It’s time to change dance partners," the man who reminded him bent down and presented a standard invitation to dance. Su Ziceng smiled, "Why is it you?"

"Shouldn’t I be the gentleman who courageously strives to win?" Pello, arm in arm with Su Ziceng, gracefully walked out from the exit. When the official managed to park the car properly and returned to the barbecue restaurant, the fresh jasmine had already left.

"Miss Su said she’s treating you to tonight’s barbecue," the server said politely.

"Where’s Wuxu?" Su Ziceng felt it odd; Pello’s sudden appearance suggested that something had happened to Yan Wuxu.

"She received a very special White Day’s return gift," at the same time as Pello’s reply, fireworks soared into the sky.

Red, green, gold, pink, rushing up into the sky, each color looking for the most suitable partner to fill the darkness.

"Valentine’s Day? A return gift," Su Ziceng was well aware of Yan Wuxu’s recent worries. But under the ironclad and impermeable strong-arming of Chang Mei, even she couldn’t stir up much trouble.

"Yes, a very special gift, a plane ticket to the United States," Pello admired the brilliant fireworks in the night sky, his eyes bewitchingly captivating. The side of his face became another place where the fireworks bloomed splendidly.

"The United States? You mean to say, my father sent her a plane ticket," Su Ziceng realized. The only one more miraculously capable than Chang Mei was Su Qingzhang. He could send Chang Mei soaring into the sky like fireworks, and also bring her the lonely solitude after the fireworks ended.

"It’s just a plane ticket," Pello smiled, outshining the fireworks, could he say that the ticket was a gift from him to Yan Wuxu? The girl with Tina’s eyes, since he could send her to Kelly Women’s College for a new identity, he could also send her to the United States, to be with her "love".

"No, this will ruin Wuxu," Su Ziceng jumped onto the roadside, looking for her own car among the parked vehicles.

Her waist suddenly tightened, Su Ziceng today wore a beige trench coat, the wind lifting the hem and belt. Pello tightened her waist belt, warningly said, "Everyone has their own stage. When you brought her into the Su Family’s stage, did you ever consider the kind of fatal harm you would bring upon her? Su Ziceng, you have already destroyed her."

Pello’s words were cold to the bone, on this White Day. Su Ziceng’s eyes widened, watching the man who a moment ago, was waving a white feather, now speaking hellishly cold words, each sentence brutal yet realistic. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)