CHAPTER 233: CHAPTER 74: SORROW DELIVERED

"He’s probably dead," Qiu Zhi clicked his tongue, and after receiving a cold stare from Su Ziceng, he hurriedly corrected himself: "At least, in the eyes of the Wen family, he is dead."

This is the so-called trick used by famous families. When Wen Zimu was still the darling of the international T-stage, the Wen family could tolerate her rebelliousness. But once she became physically disabled and lost her glamour, she was supposed to disappear from the public eye forever. Su Ziceng thought about himself at Su Qingzhang’s funeral, it was just the same. In the public’s view, he, who had broken the norms of respecting parents, might as well have died long ago. No wonder Sister Mu has been a recluse for years, numbing herself with alcohol.

"Alright, once you’ve paid the bill, you can leave," Su Ziceng walked out, perhaps only Sister Mu could truly understand his feelings. It’s no wonder that after just two months of interaction, he had developed an indescribable closeness with Sister Mu.

"Ziceng, wait," Qiu Zhi hurriedly paid the bill, he had not yet told Su Ziceng, he must wait for him, until he achieved something... As he ran out of the store, Qiu Zhi was still shouting, but Su Ziceng had already gotten into a taxi and was long gone, "You have to wait for me."

In a cloud of car exhaust, Su Ziceng’s taxi disappeared in no time.

Qiu Zhi could only find his own car, and in rows of neatly parked cars, his view was blocked, he didn’t see Wen Maixue and Pello walking out of the Japanese restaurant in the reflection of the mirror.

"Qiu Zhi is mixing up with Su Ziceng again, truly becoming more and more disappointing," Wen Maixue complained. It was because of people like Qiu Zhi that the people of Mo City would say the old family is declining more and more.

"It seems not just simply mixing," Pello looked at Qiu Zhi’s dejected expression thoughtfully, gazing in the direction Su Ziceng had left.

At the entrance of "Admiration," Su Ziceng got out of the car, and Sister Mu was still sitting in her usual spot. Through the glass storefront, Su Ziceng could see the shiny glass in her hand, and her face as white as snow parchments.

"You’ve come," Sister Mu was used to Su Ziceng’s arrival. On the contrary, the shop had been unusually quiet in the past few months due to the Paris assessment and she was not used to it.

"I’ll take you out for a walk, to soak in some sunshine," around three in the afternoon, on Fifth Avenue, the sunshine was gentle, warming the body without being blinding.

"Sunshine?" Admiration is located deep inside the Fifth District, at the end of a not-so-wide street. It is slightly secluded, but the area is well-lit, near the Sixth District, almost unobstructed by tall buildings, thus Admiration is almost bathed in sunlight every day. It’s been a long time since anyone suggested she step out of Admiration to bask in the sun.

"Yes, that kind of full-body bathing in the sunlight, where one can step on their own shadow," Su Ziceng said, seemingly oblivious to Sister Mu’s mobility issues, pulling her up.

Standing up, Sister Mu was even taller. Su Ziceng roughly estimated, she might be about the same height as Lin Ying in London.

Her metallic right foot and the still radiant left foot, just by looking at the left foot, Su Ziceng couldn’t help but admire Sister Mu for having such beautiful calves. In Z country, such long and straight legs are rare.

Sister Mu also noticed Su Ziceng’s gaze, she awaited... a sigh. The radiance of the left foot made the right foot look even more dull. Whenever someone noticed the difference between the two, they couldn’t help but sigh.

Not hearing that sigh fall, Su Ziceng merely pulled Sister Mu to the street and then let go, keeping a distance of an arm’s length from her.

Whether it was the sunlight or the gaze of passersby, Sister Mu stood awkwardly. Watching Su Ziceng walking farther away without turning back to check on her, with her foot reluctantly moving back slightly, lastly, she started walking forward.

For Sister Mu, the slow-paced ambling in the shop and a stroll on the broad road were completely different concepts. Her right leg, cut off just below the knee, would chafe against the raw joint when she walked fast, causing severe pain. Su Ziceng seemed completely unaware of Sister Mu’s discomfort, still keeping a distance from her.

After walking half a street, Sister Mu straightened her slight stoop, lifted her head, sweat beads appeared on her nose tip, but she remained silent, walking faster and faster, her smile growing clearer. It was a feeling she hadn’t had in many years.