CHAPTER 341: CHAPTER 126: TRAINING

(Fu Zi admits she’s been too lazy, calmly typing away here, thanks to the gals who gave me tickets these past few months, the supremely loyal Zodiac gals~ Cai Qingchong~ Bruised and Battered~ Wenwen~ Did I miss anyone, stroking my whiskered chin, and those few gals who left messages, blowing you a flirty kiss, HOHO, Panda hug~)

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"Postpone?" Upon hearing this condition, Pello was even more puzzled about Su Ziceng’s intentions.

When Su Ziceng spoke, it felt as if she was begging for a death-row inmate’s sentence to be commuted to life imprisonment. Trying hard to make herself clear, her eyes even gathered a layer of moisture, unwittingly softening Pello’s heart.

"Qiu Zhi needs Green Love," Su Ziceng had been in contact with Qiu Zhi several times, and in her heart, friends were very important. Thus, even if Qiu Zhi always said some unintelligible things, even if Yan Wuxu did some things she couldn’t accept, she could still tolerate them.

What was missed in the past life, encountered in this life, she did not want to let go of.

Orange Love and Green Love are Mussen’s Blessing, an indispensable part, and these two people have also become an integral part of her life.

"If I’m not mistaken, the Qiu Zhi you speak of should be the Qiu Family’s only son. He might need many things, such as women, the pursuit of fame and fortune, public recognition. But Qiu Zhi, the future heir to Qiu Sheng Jewelry, should not need a jewel like Green Love," Pello’s analysis of Qiu Zhi was almost incisive, leaving Su Ziceng contemplating how to persuade him.

Difficult, yes, but these were the facts. "Qiu Sheng Jewelry is not his, it’s the Qiu Family’s. What he needs isn’t Green Love, but rather the ’independence’ blessing contained within Green Love," Su Ziceng stressed. Although Qiu Zhi was still a naive scion of a wealthy family, he was already changing. The halo of "Prince Qiu Sheng," was too heavy and too tiring for him to bear.

"Are you making this request on behalf of your friendship with him?" Pello attempted to discern from Su Ziceng’s face some other personal and selfish thoughts.

But the face just two meters away from him wore nothing but determination, devoid of any superfluous expressions. Su Ziceng was trying to convince Pello, and at the same time, convincing herself. Perhaps, she was the one most affected by Green Love.

"Yes," Su Ziceng, with these thoughts in mind, agreed disingenuously.

"Then you agree to one thing for me as well, give Hang Yishao and me equal rights," the request Pello proposed caught Su Ziceng off guard.

"Why bring this up? There’s nothing between Hang Yishao and me," Su Ziceng recalled numerous details of her time spent with Pello.

"You are rejecting me, quite overtly so, at least on a physical level," he’d realized this fact for some time now. Su Ziceng would not turn down simple acts of affection, such as a handshake or a brief touch. But when it came down to something more intimate, like a kiss just now, she became reluctant.

Pello didn’t know what went wrong, but this phenomenon was the biggest obstacle between him and Su Ziceng at the moment.

"You misunderstand, I’m just not used to others being... overly affectionate," Su Ziceng found an excuse, likely the biggest vestige left from a decade-plus of marriage prior to her rebirth.

Mentally, she began to waver, but physically, Hang Yishao’s imprint seemed even more pronounced.

"You won’t refuse him, will you?" This phenomenon, especially after returning from Paris, had become even more apparent. Hang Yishao’s change in attitude, along with Su Ziceng’s equivocations, was an act of unfaithfulness in Pello’s eyes.

"For instance, a gesture like this," his movements were so swift that before Su Ziceng could react, his hand had imprisoned her cheeks, and his tongue invaded her lips.

Pello had always wanted to seize those red lips beneath his own. Sure enough, there was a clear rejection, Su Ziceng’s hands clenched into two fists, trying to push him away, but to little effect. She could feel Pello’s rage, a very obvious fury. This anger, unforeseen even by Pello himself, had emerged from nowhere.

That night, the silhouettes of Su Ziceng and Hang Yishao kissing beside the car on the roadside flickered past the window and never faded away. There were also Su Ziceng and Hang Yishao, standing outside the Subi Auction House, perfectly in sync like an old married couple.

The coffee chair, designed to hold the weight of a single person, creaked under the strain, and Su Ziceng felt the oxygen in her body being siphoned away by the tongue entwined with hers in her mouth. After the suffocation, a numbness spread from her mouth throughout her body.

Her fists slowly loosened, grasping tightly onto Pello’s lapels. Afterwards, Pello also released Su Ziceng’s face, pulling her hands down to his waist.

The sunshine was beautiful, and the view outside the café was so stunning that the passersby dared not face it directly.

Only when her lips became swollen did Pello finally let go. He lowered his head and looked at Su Ziceng’s inebriated eyes and couldn’t help but lean down again.

"Don’t," a panicked voice emerged from his embrace, Su Ziceng blocked her lips; Pello’s completely altered actions frightened her.

"We had an agreement from the beginning, I will properly train you," Pello pressed her head gently into his embrace. Very good. Today was a big step forward.

"What agreement?" Su Ziceng no longer had the strength to resist. Had they ever made an agreement?

"You’ve said, I am your teacher, and there’s much I can teach you," Pello understood that one must not demand too much at once, otherwise, Su Ziceng would start to resist him.

"That’s impossible," Su Ziceng nearly blurted out everything in her panic, no matter what, she and Yishao were the married couple. Yes, many things had changed, but from the attitudes of Hang Yishao and Su Qing Chang, Su Ziceng knew this would still happen sooner or later. Perhaps Hang Yishao’s kindness was due to a novel curiosity arising from her sudden transformation. Still, he would marry her, and for both the Su and Hang families, this was the best arrangement.

"That was in the past," Pello took the unease in Su Ziceng’s eyes for hesitation, "Now that you have me, everything will be different." Perhaps, he should make more of an effort to completely erase Hang Yishao’s shadow from Su Ziceng’s mind.

At the end of May in Daquan University, there was no tension of final exams in the air yet; students roamed in groups between classrooms.

When Hang Yishao and Fei Qing walked out of the classroom, they happened to run into Chang Chi. Chang Chi looked at Hang Yishao with hope, but he passed her without a glance, her sorrow turning into resentment.

"Have you really broken off completely with Chang Chi?" Even Fei Qing felt uncomfortable under Chang Chi’s sorrowful gaze.

"There was never really anything between her and me, so it doesn’t matter if we’ve broken off or not," Hang Yishao dismissed the relationship outright.

"So you really plan to develop further with Su Ziceng, and then marry her after graduation? That doesn’t seem like your usual style," Fei Qing pondered something amiss, Hang Yishao had consecutively rejected quite a few female students’ advances, and he seldom frequented places of entertainment anymore.

"Who said that? I just need to adjust my focus in life," Hang Yishao was unwilling to admit that all he had done was for Su Ziceng. It was always women who changed for him, it was never his turn to change for a woman — he wouldn’t admit to such a loss of face.

"Hey, what’s that thing up ahead?" Before Fei Qing could continue questioning, his attention was drawn by the crowd up front and the strange sight. In the center of the Daquan University sports field, there was a weird-looking small tent; from afar, through the gaps in the moving crowd, one could vaguely see a white cloth painted with the Bagua. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)