Before Su Ziceng could say a word, Yan Wuxu suddenly knelt at Su Ziceng’s feet. Tears welled up in her eyes, as if her earlier trip to the restroom was not for washing up, but rather to prepare herself for sobbing. Thɪs chapter is updated by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Ziceng, the baby has died," she buried her sobs and tears into Su Ziceng’s knees.
Caught off guard by Yan Wuxu’s sudden kneeling, Su Ziceng was still unable to react when he heard this shocking news. The baby Yan Wuxu referred to was her unfortunate "younger brother."
The cigarette case in her hand fell to the ground, and Yan Wuxu’s eyes became swollen with tears, her sobs intermittently breaking from her throat.
It turned out to be true, Teacher Pei Luo had said that Su Ziceng had begun to suspect she had someone on the side, and it was true.
Yan Wuxu, spirited from a night out, suddenly received a call for a meeting. The caller mentioned knowing about her and the baby, and what frightened Yan Wuxu the most was that the caller even knew the crippled child was not Su Qingzhang’s.
Lost and disoriented, Yan Wuxu arrived at the meeting place arranged by the person on the phone, completely clueless. She had never mentioned this matter to anyone, neither to Su Ziceng nor to Fei Qing; nobody knew. How did that devilish voice from the phone know it all?
In a secluded high-class club, Yan Wuxu anxiously waited. When she heard footsteps behind her, she almost immediately turned around. Seeing who it was, she was initially shocked, then relieved—it was him.
Seeing Yan Wuxu dressed like she was just in a nightclub, Teacher Pei Luo’s expression carried a hint of contempt. Although he had personally mentored her, from the looks of it now, he had only provided a fertile soil of desires, while all the ensuing sins were sown by her alone.
"Teacher Pei Luo," facing Pei Luo, Yan Wuxu unconsciously reverted to her humble student self. Pei Luo’s eyes seemed to penetrate deeper into her soul than most people could.
"Don’t you find it strange, why I am here," Pei Luo ordered a cup of coffee and sat down.
Yan Wuxu wasn’t uncurious, but she didn’t dare to be. Now close to Su Ziceng, Pei Luo might divulge everything for Su Ziceng’s sake. Yan Wuxu couldn’t look Pei Luo in the eyes, she could only stare at her own cup of coffee, unable to take even a sip, only stirring with the coffee spoon.
Round and round, the dark brown liquid formed a vortex, whether it was the foam, the bitterness, or the aroma, all were swept into it.
A sliver of hope still lingered in Yan Wuxu’s heart—if Pei Luo wanted to reveal everything, he could have directly told Su Ziceng. But judging by Su Ziceng’s reactions over the past few days, she should still be unaware.
Silently sipping his coffee, Pei Luo invisibly exerted pressure on Yan Wuxu.
"Is it really you? How could you know all this?" Yan Wuxu thought she had covered her tracks flawlessly, so why did Pei Luo know?
"From your arrival at Kelly Women’s College, to your encounter with Su Ziceng, to the arrangement of your meeting with Su Qingchang, and then to your acquaintance with Fei Qing and Shang Yin, do you think all these events happened by chance? Wuxu, you must realize, your life cannot withstand so many coincidences." This afternoon, while dining with Secretary Wang, Teacher Pei Luo learned that Su Ziceng had asked him to inquire about Yan Wuxu, hence he knew that Su Ziceng had started to suspect Yan Wuxu.
However, Yan Wuxu is a critical card in the Su Family’s game, one that cannot be discarded yet, so Teacher Pei Luo decided to protect her.
"It was you, all arranged by you," Yan Wuxu stood up agitatedly, her eyes, which greatly resembled those of Ye Taina, having lost their charming luster due to alcohol and cigarettes, now bore a taste of decadence.
At this moment, Teacher Pei Luo felt that she looked nothing like Ye Taina at all. It seems that over time, a person’s nature can indeed influence their appearance, as was the case with both Yan Wuxu and Su Ziceng.
"So are you satisfied with this arrangement, or are you dissatisfied?" The atmosphere in the secret booth of the high-end club was quiet yet turbulent.
Yan Wuxu, her long nails painted dark red, covered her mouth. Her hair, tied up at the ears, was she satisfied or not? Wasn’t this the life she always desired, aside from that disabled son, aside from those obstacles still standing in her way?
"It seems you are not quite satisfied, I’m sorry, but now I have to tell you something that will make you even more dissatisfied. Su Ziceng has started to suspect you, and soon she might discover your relationship with Fei Qing, and from the closeness of your interactions, deduce that the infant you’ve been using to gain her sympathy has nothing to do with the Su Family or her." The words of Teacher Pei Luo hammered repeatedly on Yan Wuxu’s nerves.
"No," Yan Wuxu collapsed on the couch, only to sit up quickly again, leaning towards Teacher Pei Luo, posing in what she considered her most charming manner, hoping to win his favor. However, before she could get close to Teacher Pei Luo, she started trembling uncontrollably.
Because she saw the look on Teacher Pei Luo’s face, full of disgust, a look that seemed ready to push her away immediately. Such a Yan Wuxu reminded Teacher Pei Luo of Ye Taina, the promiscuous woman who had abandoned him and his father, the woman he despised most in his life.
"You don’t have to put on that facade, not all men fall for this act," Teacher Pei Luo said coldly, "but I will help you."
Hope rose in Yan Wuxu’s heart once again, as she knew that this man before her was the only person in the world who could help her now. He knew Shang Yin; he still held an important position within the Su Family; his relationship with Su Ziceng was very close.
Yan Wuxu felt something strange, why would Teacher Pei Luo want to help her. What benefit was there for him in helping her? From his series of arrangements, he seemed to be plotting something.
"Wipe off all those messy thoughts from your mind," Teacher Pei Luo did not wish to discuss any of his plans with Yan Wuxu, what he wanted was an obedient puppet, not a thinker.
"I have two sets of eavesdroppers and cameras here, you need to install them in the rooms of Su Qingzhang and Su Ziceng. Also, after you go back tonight, clean up all those cigarettes and the gifts Fei Qing gave you. If you can’t manage in time, just follow the instructions I will teach you," Teacher Pei Luo pulled out two sets of audio-visual equipment, handed them to Yan Wuxu, and then instructed her on how to operate them and on some subsequent steps.
"Remember, I will contact you periodically from now on," after saying this, Teacher Pei Luo settled the bill and quickly exited.
Yan Wuxu sat for a while longer then left the club. The sky was still thundering and raining.(To be continued. If you work, welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)