CHAPTER 219: CHAPTER 57: THE TELEPHONE BOOTH AND THE WOODEN GUITAR

In the world of socialites, there are few scenarios I enjoy, and one of these is the dramatic entrance of the extra - Lin Ying.

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In the eyes of the rich, Paris is elegant. In the eyes of the poor, Paris is haughty.

Su Ziceng walked back and forth on this thousand-meter-plus street in her high heels.

The streets grew increasingly deserted. Su Ziceng felt that coming to Champs Elysees was a mistake; consuming a donut on the most expensive street in France could deplete all her savings.

She walked to the end of the street, and watching the Arc de Triomphe standing majestically ahead, she felt even smaller.

At six o’clock in the evening, the gas street lights came on. Since the meal on the plane, Su Ziceng hadn’t touched a single piece of bread or water.

Behind her was a phone booth. Su Ziceng pondered whether to exchange her francs for coins to call home. It was just a diploma; she is Su Ziceng, so what if she lacked a diploma. She spent four years at Daquan University, obtaining an inconsequential diploma, and she still lived well.

The light from the street lamp shone on the phone booth. Reflecting on the greenish phone booth were the flashy brand-name clothes, as if Su Ziceng was wearing each piece, standing in the storefront like those tall, fake models.

Living as well as a fake model. "Damn it," Su Ziceng raised her bag and smashed it against those terrible illusions.

The human-revealing glass blurred, and suddenly an ear-piercing ring from the phone startled Su Ziceng. She thought to run away as the ringing of the phone, like a death knell, continued non-stop.

The few nearby patrons all looked her way. Su Ziceng looked at the brand-new phone booth and felt an odd sensation; she thought she should answer the call. Eventually, she went in and picked up the phone.

On the roadside, a familiar taxi had been parked all along with the same driver that Su Ziceng had previously abandoned.

"Ziceng." On the other side of the phone, a man’s laughter.

A laughter that suddenly cleared away the darkness, turning the mood to bright. Pello’s voice, appearing at the ear at just the right moment.

A warm feeling spread throughout her body, as if someone had unlocked her meridians suddenly. Su Ziceng’s tone also became light-hearted.

Pello also noticed the change in her tone. Initially terrified, then it calmed down. He thought Su Ziceng would start by complaining about this meaningless assessment trip with him, and then about all her troubles, including Wen Maixue having someone take away her cunningly packed luggage.

But Su Ziceng on the other side of the phone only talked about how she cunningly boarded a tour bus, then admired the autumnal beauty of Champs Elysees, and uncovered the ugly truth behind a second-hand clothes shop owner. She sounded like a canary bird freed from its cage, joyfully singing about her discoveries.

In Pello’s heart there was a trace of loneliness; he hadn’t felt it when Su Ziceng boarded the plane, but hearing her voice now, the loneliness was like rainwater dripping from the walls, gathering into a significant torrent.

"How did you know I was here? And this phone booth?" This was the most magical part for Su Ziceng, why Pello would choose this time, this phone, to call her when she was at her lowest.

After that conversation, Su Ziceng felt that she wasn’t truly trapped; her entire day was quite fortunate.

"Because I thought that after your LV luggage was taken back, you would need a place to reminisce, and given your character, you would definitely stop in front of the LV store on Champs Elysees. Just by number lookup, I could find any phone booth in Paris, I just rotated through each phone booth’s number on Champs Elysees, waiting for Lady Luck’s favor," Pello lied, as phone lookup wouldn’t be more useful than tracking a live person. As he spoke, a gentleness he didn’t recognize himself filled his eyes, if Shang Yin had seen Pello now, she couldn’t possibly associate him with the stern man who had knocked her down before.

"..." A long silence on the other end of the phone, Pello said with a smile: "The safety call is complete. From now on, every day at six in the afternoon, I will call you regularly."