CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 179: WOMEN’S SHOWDOWN

"When you were together, he was already like that. You knew all about the age and other differences between you," Su Ziceng did not want to hear these words from Yan Wuxu’s mouth again.

"But I didn’t know he would be so busy that he couldn’t even spare a glance at me. I also didn’t know that I’ve always been a substitute for someone else. Ziceng, you knew, right? The one standing between your mother and father wasn’t Chang Mei, but a woman named Ye Taina. I heard she was your mother’s best friend, how ironic," Yan Wuxu felt a stifling heaviness in her chest, and she no longer hid it as she reached out for a cigarette.

"Stop smoking," Su Ziceng snatched it away sharply, looking at that pale face, she knew what Yan Wuxu knew; perhaps the Su Family had given her too little. Perhaps wealth and status couldn’t fill the emptiness of a woman, "So you went to him."

Regarding that "him" from Su Ziceng’s mouth, Yan Wuxu did not deny it. She was fundamentally a moral person and felt an instinctive emotion for Fei Qing. That man was her first man, someone she met before Su Qingzhang. At least, she didn’t go looking for other men.

"Fei Qing?" Su Ziceng guessed the name from the slightly smug look on Yan Wuxu’s face. If it were Fei Qing, Su Ziceng could vaguely understand Yan Wuxu’s feelings. She had experienced such emotions herself; after her rebirth, the first thing she did was to find that man who had hurt her countless times, Hang Yishao. Women are always foolish in this regard.

"I am now with him, and it’s relaxed. There’s no need to please him deliberately like before," Yan Wuxu restrained her desire to smoke, talking about Fei Qing as if she were telling a distant fairytale. But this fairytale was temporarily coming to an end.

Sure enough, Su Ziceng soon said: "You must separate from him."

"I promise you, I won’t see him again," Yan Wuxu knew that Su Ziceng had gradually fallen into the trap. As Pello had said, there was a part of Su Ziceng’s nature that was soft, including toward herself as well as others.

"And the child, what are you planning to do? Mother and son can’t stand your volatile temper anymore." Su Ziceng really wanted to see that unfortunate child, but Yan Wuxu only said that she would bring the child’s ashes back after a while.

"I no longer have a child. I swear, I will treat him as my own from now on," Yan Wuxu couldn’t wait to rush out and play the role of a loving mother.

"It’s already late, sit down first," Su Ziceng’s heart was in turmoil; she knew that continuing to hide things would lead to trouble, but today she had learned too much "truth" and needed time to digest it. Moreover, having just experienced the "grief of losing a child," if all the facts were revealed now, it would be driving her to a dead end.

"Wuxu, I choose to trust you, but I hope you won’t let me down," Su Ziceng said, feeling utterly exhausted after hearing everything, and she stood up.

The storm outside the window subsided a bit, and a smile began to form on the corners of Yan Wuxu’s mouth. Su Ziceng, you are indeed foolish. Your closest friend, the man who seems to love you, they’re all fake.

As she opened the door and closed it behind her, Su Ziceng heard the cries of a baby from the opposite room. She suddenly said: "Wuxu, do you believe in fate?"

Because of the agreement just made, the fate of the child in the room across will change for a lifetime. He might go from beggar to prince, or he could transform from a plain person into an arrogant one like Su Ziceng from the past.

"I don’t believe in fate," Yan Wuxu had already lit up a cigarette, hiding the glow behind her hair. She, Yan Wuxu, was never one to believe in destiny. What she had today, she climbed up step by step to earn. The red glow of the cigarette, absorbed by the orange diamond earrings by her ear, became even more dazzling.

"But I do believe. I believe there’s always a reason for living. Remember the words, ’One must do good deeds, otherwise, one will not meet a good end,’" Su Ziceng’s voice fell as the door closed.

Yan Wuxu sat under the light, crumpling up the death certificate and throwing it into the wastebasket. Some things should be disposed of quickly, just like this piece of trash paper. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)