CHAPTER 261: CHAPTER 76: CANDLELIGHT DINNER FOR FOUR

"To answer or not to answer," Su Ziceng’s state of mind at this moment was like that tragic Hamlet, hesitating and struggling.

"Answer it!" Sister Mu was surprised. If she had been born a few years later, and if she hadn’t met Jacques, Pello would have been the unrivaled choice.

"He treats Wen Maixue very differently," Su Ziceng muttered, barely audibly humming a sentence. There was a sour taste in the room, a situation Sister Mu, as someone who had been through it, understood quite clearly.

"Wen Maixue is his lifesaver," Sister Mu replied, but Su Ziceng still refused to answer, "Should a lifesaver be repaid with one’s body?" Perhaps when Pello was destitute, it was Wen Maixue who hired him to work at the Kelly Women’s College; Su Ziceng couldn’t imagine what Pello would have been like in those days.

"Ask the person himself," Sister Mu, quick-witted, snatched Su Ziceng’s phone, pressed the answer button, and then immediately stuffed it back into Su Ziceng’s hands.

"Still want to eat Thai food?" His voice, warm and appealing, still sounded delightful even through the cold phone. He still remembered, making Su Ziceng smile unwittingly.

Sister Mu watched her overly sweet smile, shook her head, and walked into the kitchen.

"Sister Mu, I’m off," Su Ziceng "clanged" her way downstairs. In fact, Sister Mu didn’t know much about Wen Maixue and Pello either, she only knew that after Wen Maixue was kidnapped, she returned with Pello. Externally, the Wen family always claimed that Wen Maixue came back alone.

Su Ziceng was never a magnanimous person, so to retaliate against Pello for this "belated apology," she unhesitatingly chose that French restaurant in Zone 3.

After going to Paris, Su Ziceng discovered that the real French cuisine was hidden in the inaudible Spider Alley, not under the brilliant lights of Zone 3. Though not perfect, the atmosphere of the French restaurant was extraordinarily good, especially under the flickering light beads where Pello’s eyes reflected an unusual night blue.

From the moment Pello pulled out her chair and she sat down, Su Ziceng spinelessly surrendered, even the reproachful look she cast at Pello changed.

"You saw everything at lunch," Pello humorously observed Su Ziceng’s cheeks that she tried to puff up, but which deflated helplessly.

"I saw what I should and shouldn’t have," Su Ziceng answered deflatedly, "I heard Wen Maixue is your lifesaver."

"Yes, she helped me at a critical moment," Pello recalled that scene. The flash of the blade, Wen Maixue leaping forward, her blood spraying on his face. At that moment, he didn’t feel particularly anything, but he ultimately owed Wen Maixue. On the left hand of the ever-perfect Wen Maixue, there remained a scar that could never be mended. After saying this, Pello’s gaze towards Su Ziceng cooled a bit, but soon softened again as he saw the couple approaching the entrance.

"A Chinese proverb says, ’No meeting is not destiny’," Pello had just finished speaking when Su Ziceng heard from behind her the voice she least wanted to hear at that moment.

"Isn’t this Ziceng?" Chang Chi said sarcastically; she had always recommended the cuisine of this French restaurant with Hang Yishao, and tonight she had specifically reserved this seat to celebrate the auction day, only to find it taken by Su Ziceng upon arrival.

The seat Su Ziceng occupied was the one Su Qingzhang had reserved and could just show up to any time. Recently Su Qingzhang wasn’t in the country, so she and Chang Chi thought naturally no reservation was needed. Moreover, Chang Chi reserved the seat under the name "Miss Su", so the uninformed waiter "mistakenly" gave Su Ziceng the reserved position.

"It’s so disappointing," seeing that Su Ziceng had already ordered, Chang Chi could only drag Hang Yishao to another spot. It wasn’t a weekend, and there were quite a few spots left in the restaurant.

"I prefer to sit in the best spot," Chang Chi stalled for a while, yet Hang Yishao didn’t move away, his gaze fixedly on Pello and Su Ziceng seated across.

"Let’s give you that spot and we’ll switch to another table," Su Ziceng was about to get up when Hang Yishao held her hand and turned to ask Pello, "You don’t mind, right?"

The table was medium size and square. Although seating four people was a bit odd, it was still quite spacious. Pello stood up, pulled out a chair for Chang Chi, and gestured "please," in a welcoming way. Pello conducted himself with the impeccable manners of a gentleman, every move was stylish, a vivid contrast to the imposing Hang Yishao who was forcibly holding Su Ziceng’s hand.