It turns out, the benefits of rebirth are indeed limited, especially for someone like Su Ziceng, who after being reborn, was still doomed by a fortune teller and lost ten years of her life prematurely.
Having fewer wrinkles doesn’t mean having more bumps and grooves in the brain, making one more clever. On Sunday morning, Su Ziceng was still sleepy-eyed, and while having breakfast, she inadvertently rested her gaze on the newspaper left by Su Qingzhang.
The weekend special edition of Mo City Evening News prominently featured a photo of Wen Maixue. She was wearing the polka-dot Chanel that she liked, except that it was all sponsored by the manufacturer.
Before rebirth, Wen Maixue was a famous Mo City socialite, while Su Ziceng was notoriously known as Mo City’s nouveau riche. After rebirth, is it still the same? Su Ziceng’s tongue shivered in the scalding milk, a mix of hot and cold sensations entangling together.
People’s enlightenment is not a matter of an instant but burst forth from long-term accumulation or oppression. At this moment, Su Ziceng, like a marathon runner, was at an age of thirty-five, had a gap of a hundred thousand miles from Wen Maixue, thus losing the will to even pursue. But at eighteen, Su Ziceng and Wen Maixue, though also vastly different in status, were merely a couple hundred meters apart... at most a thousand meters, which rather ignited her fighting spirit.
Taking advantage of the time when breakfast was digesting in her stomach, Su Ziceng listed everything she lacked but Wen Maixue possessed. Essentials for a socialite: wealth, a good husband, elegance, knowledge, socializing. She thought of these, then analyzed one by one, the most advantageous factor turned out to be wealth.
This puzzled her immensely, in terms of richness, after the Su Family and the Hang Family merged, the Su Hang Group had become the top consortium in Mo City, even ranking among the top ten nationally, yet Wen Maixue was still a leading figure in Mo City and the whole country.
Since she couldn’t forge her own path alone, she decided to follow the established route, learning everything Wen Maixue could do.
As soon as Su Ziceng obtained all the information about Wen Maixue from childhood till now, the first thing she did was to have Ms. Lin schedule her course for the next year.
Aspirations are blissful, reality is cruel, Su Ziceng didn’t anticipate that her first major obstacle was already before her eyes.
Su Ziceng is famously not fond of animals, including livestock, but thinking of the photos of Wen Maixue in a jockey suit, looking spirited and bold, Su Ziceng still chose horseback riding lessons.
With the sky light blue and with wispy clouds, wearing a navy blue jockey suit and white riding breeches, Su Ziceng indeed had an added air of a different temperament.
Horseback riding is an excellent sport for maintaining posture, these were the words of the riding instructor—Pello, which he emphasized particularly when he saw Su Ziceng’s pale complexion.
Her face was ashen, a sudden change in complexion can have many causes; perhaps Su Ziceng realized that Yan Wuxu had also chosen horseback riding, or maybe it was when Hang Yishao and Deng Jiani arrived together, in a striking "Prince Charming and the evil consort" entrance pose.
Considering that she and Yan Wuxu were delayed in their course because of a French exam, Ms. Lin had a tough time talking their way into joining. They were already several weeks behind other students.
All the students lined up in two rows, considering Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu were riding horses for the first time like a bride riding a sedan chair, Pello assigned them the task of riding a horse around the ring.
Barely on the horse, Su Ziceng felt like she had two hearts beating in her chest, one close to her buttocks and the other in her chest cavity. Through the jockey suit, it felt like a large bow was suspended inside her body from the inner thigh to the very tips of her hair and toes, all tense. While others had gentle horses under their feet, hers seemed like a difficult giant beast to manage.
Despite the smooth horsehair, Su Ziceng felt an uncomfortable sensation as if sitting on pins and needles. At that height on the horse’s back, she had to push out her chest and tighten her abdomen, squeezing her thighs. Just by looking at her facial expression, everyone knew that Su Ziceng was quite panicked.
Other’s horses came out of the stables like lightweight javelins, darting away, but the horse under her seemed like a heavy lead ball, barely moving a step forward. Stealing glances at others and trying to mimic them, she just straightened her legs when the beautiful chestnut horse became unhappy, raising its head and stubbornly staying in place, starting to nibble the grass.