CHAPTER 436: CHAPTER 179: WOMEN’S SHOWDOWN

180-181 Doomed to a Bad End

Before Su Ziceng could speak, Yan Wuxu suddenly knelt at her feet. Tears swelled in her eyes, as if just now in the bathroom, she wasn’t freshening up, but rather preparing for a flood.

"Ziceng, the baby is dead," she cried, burying her tears and sobs into Su Ziceng’s knees.

Caught off guard by Yan Wuxu’s sudden kneeling, Su Ziceng hadn’t even reacted before she heard this shocking news. The baby Yan Wuxu was referring to was her ill-fated "younger brother."

The cigarette case Su Ziceng was holding fell to the ground as Yan Wuxu revealed a swollen red eye, her sobs intermittently escaping her throat.

It turned out to be true, Teacher Pei Luo’s words that Su Ziceng had already begun to suspect she had someone else on the side, were true.

While enjoying the night out, Yan Wuxu suddenly received a call to meet. The caller claimed to know about her and the infant, but what terrified Yan Wuxu the most was that the caller even knew that the disabled child was not Su Qingzhang’s.

Yan Wuxu, distraught, arrived at the location arranged by the person on the phone, completely out of ideas. She had never spoken of this matter to anyone, not Su Ziceng, not Fei Qing, no one knew. Yet how did that devilish voice on the phone know everything?

In a secluded high-end club, Yan Wuxu anxiously waited. As soon as she heard footsteps behind her, she almost immediately turned her head. At the sight of the newcomer, she first was shocked, then relaxed—it was him.

Upon seeing Yan Wuxu’s nightclub attire, Teacher Pei Luo looked slightly disdainful, although this woman could be considered his own creation, from his view, he had only provided a soil rich in desire, but all the ensuing sins were sown by her alone.

"Teacher Pei Luo," facing him, Yan Wuxu unwittingly reverted to that humble student again. Pei Luo’s eyes seemed to penetrate more deeply than the average person into her soul.

"Don’t you find it strange, why I would be here," Pei Luo ordered a coffee and sat down.

Yan Wuxu was not uncurious, but rather, she didn’t dare to be curious. Pei Luo was now very close with Su Ziceng, and he might very well divulge all her past actions for the benefit of Su Ziceng. Yan Wuxu could not look Pei Luo in the eye; she could only fixate on her coffee, unable to take a sip, just stirring with her coffee spoon.

Round and round, the dark brown liquid formed a vortex, into which all the bubbles, bitterness, and aroma were swept away.

Yan Wuxu held onto a sliver of hope in her heart—if Pei Luo intended to divulge everything, he could have directly told Su Ziceng. But judging from Su Ziceng’s reactions in recent days, she must still be unaware.

Pei Luo, sipping his coffee silently, exerted invisible pressure on Yan Wuxu.

"Is it really you? How could you know everything?" Yan Wuxu thought she had covered her tracks flawlessly; why then did Pei Luo know.

"From your time at Kelly Women’s College to your encounter with Su Ziceng, and from sending you to meet with Su Qingzhang to your acquaintance with Fei Qing and Shang Yin, do you think all of these incidents happened by coincidence? Wuxu, you have to understand that your life can’t sustain so many coincidences." Pei Luo had heard from Secretary Wang at lunch today that Su Ziceng asked him to inquire about Yan Wuxu, which is how he knew that Su Ziceng had started to doubt her.

However, Yan Wuxu was a crucial card in the game played by the Su Family, one that couldn’t be discarded yet. So, Pei Luo decided he had to preserve her.

"It was you, you arranged it all," Yan Wuxu exclaimed as she stood up, her eyes so similar to Ye Taina’s, now dimmed by alcohol and smoke, devoid of their former charming luster, taking on a more decadent appearance.

At that moment, Pei Luo felt she no longer resembled Ye Taina at all. It turned out that over time, a person’s nature can indeed affect their outward appearance, and this was true for Yan Wuxu and for Su Ziceng alike.

"So, are you satisfied with this arrangement, or are you dissatisfied," it was quiet in the private room of the elite club, yet it seethed with an undercurrent.

Yan Wuxu’s lips, colored with dark crimson polish, concealed behind her long nails, her hair pinned up beside her ears—was she satisfied or unsatisfied? Hadn’t she always longed for a life like this, save for that disabled son and the obstacles still standing in her way?