CHAPTER 399: CHAPTER 217: MOUNTAIN NIGHT CONVERSATION (PART 3)

"This obligation is not as easy to shoulder as you imagine. Pello might be able to place people in the Su Mansion, but you can’t. You have to understand, taking Su Qingzhang back means taking on a string of troublesome bankruptcy matters." Sister Mu was older than Su Ziceng, and she saw the warmth and coldness of human relationships even more clearly.

The bankruptcy of the Su Family was just the beginning. Once Su Ziceng announced her relationship with Su Qingzhang, a series of overdue salaries and debt repayments would follow, which were like a bottomless pit, rendering all of the arrangements Su Qingzhang had made previously utterly worthless.

"He just wants to completely crush my father and me, doesn’t he?" Su Ziceng was not frightened by Sister Mu’s words. After hearing a series of things from Chang Chi, how could she peacefully sit on the jewels arranged by Su Qingzhang like a turtle shrinking in its shell, unresponsive? She knew Pello’s retaliation was like a venomous snake or a ferocious beast. She didn’t know how Pello would treat Su Qingzhang - whether with daily insults or wanton mockery. She didn’t want to live with these thoughts for the rest of her life.

"You can take it slow," Sister Mu tried to calm Su Ziceng down. These days, the newspapers and the news reports were all broadcasting about Pello and the Wen Family taking over "Golden Coast" and continuing to build Mo City’s highest building project. These overwhelming news could make Su Ziceng’s already fragile heart even weaker.

"Sister Mu, I am not you," Su Ziceng’s voice grew weaker, "I don’t have any special skills, nor do I have any extraordinary talents. I can only rely on everything I have to protect my family. All these years, I haven’t done anything; I’ve just been idly squandering other people’s affection for me." Even Chang Mei had done so much for the Su Family, but she, at the family’s most critical time, took a pile of jewelry and finances, staying out of the matter – she could not do that. Those years felt like countless termites gnawing at her nerves.

"Come with me," Sister Mu stood up, pulled her out of "Admiration", hailed a cab, and drove all the way to the edge of the mountain.

The taxi stopped at the foot of a mountain in Mo City. Unlike other mountains, this highest mountain in Mo City had no name, but it was this nameless mountain that held the highest altitude of Mo City.

Sister Mu forwent the well-maintained Mountain Ring Road and accompanied Su Ziceng up from the base of the mountain. Although it was a smooth concrete road, it was difficult for Sister Mu, who only had one leg. Su Ziceng wanted to call vehicles passing by several times to let Sister Mu take a ride, but she was stopped each time.

The two women walked up the mountain road. In the sunlight, the tall mountain made the shadows of the two women seem as tiny as dust.

The spiraling mountain road gave Su Ziceng a feeling of being sucked into a vortex. Later, she had another feeling; she and Wen Maixue had thrown themselves into Pello’s arms. As a result, Wen Maixue wore her bridal gown, while she was covered in wounds. She should have noticed it earlier but refused to pull away.

She thought she had stopped all the whirlpools, yet she didn’t realize that she had been caught in the biggest whirlpool of love.

Thinking of these things, Su Ziceng and Sister Mu supported each other and moved forward. The height of the mountain gradually diminished with their continuous forward steps.

Su Ziceng didn’t know why Sister Mu brought her to climb the mountain. The sound of prosthetic feet hitting the concrete filled her ears, listening to a resolve.

Sweat washed away her despair. First from the tip of her forehead, then her eyes, her nose bridge, followed by her arms, her waist, and finally her feet. The sun had already set, but it seemed as if Su Ziceng and Sister Mu were once again cloaked in sunlight—sunlight wearing a different form, as moonlight, came back to life.

The warmth lurking beneath their skin overflowed, making Su Ziceng feel alive once again.

It wasn’t until eight in the evening, with their bellies rumbling, did the two of them reach the mountain plateau. The air among the mountains was cold yet fresh.

The brilliant sunlight had disappeared, and the mountain woods exhaled countless damp mists. The smell of the earth was thick and solid.

"Ziceng," Sister Mu’s hands and feet trembled. She hadn’t walked like this in a long time. Blisters were already forming where the prosthetic bound, and probably they would burst on the way down the mountain.

"Sister Mu, you truly are... insane," Su Ziceng looked at Sister Mu and laughed openly.

"I accompanied you up the mountain, not to be laughed at," Sister Mu glared at Su Ziceng, shuffled her position, and pointed to the other side of the mountain, where Mo City lay. Looking down from the high mountain, Mo City was as dazzling as any bustling city of Z country in a haze of lights. "Look over there, take a good look." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation ticket and monthly ticket at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)