Chapter 376: Chapter 141: Horns of Hatred
When Su Ziceng awoke, it was already dusk, and she was surprised that she had slept soundly until now. She rarely slept so deeply during the day, especially on the completely open hotel beach.
Not far away, there was the noise of children frolicking, intermixed with the calls of seagulls, creating a lively atmosphere. Su Ziceng looked over at the beach chair beside her and didn’t see Pello anywhere.
She stood up and checked her swimsuit, everything was intact, showing no signs of being untied in her sleep—indeed, it had only been a dream.
The sea in the evening was dyed golden by the encroaching twilight. There was some fine sand that had fallen on her, Su Ziceng found it strange that there was sand on her. Her hair draped neatly over her shoulders, and the sunscreen seemed to have all dried up. She didn’t notice the disarray of kiss marks on the back and shoulders.
Having only taken a few steps, Su Ziceng then heard the sound of splashing water; Pello was walking towards her from the direction of the beach. Beneath his feet, the waves followed one after another — from afar, the white foam gave the illusion he was descending from the clouds.
"You’re awake," Pello’s hair was dripping wet, he seemed to have been swimming for a long time, his skin took on the waterlogged pallor that only comes after soaking for too long.
Su Ziceng’s gaze unconsciously fell on Pello’s chest. He had a patch of light brown chest hair, different from the men in Z country. She remembered that Hang Yishao’s chest was smooth.
Having noticed her glance, Pello also looked down.
"Let’s go back," Su Ziceng, afraid of being teased, hastily suggested out loud.
"It is time to go back," seeing the towel in Su Ziceng’s hand, Pello casually pulled it over and started to dry himself. Besides the scent of sunshine, the towel also carried her fragrance.
"Hey, don’t..." Su Ziceng stamped her foot, making several pits in the sandy beach, but she didn’t continue. The application of sunscreen earlier was ambiguous enough; now to share personal items with him was enough to make Su Ziceng blush.
Pello shrugged his shoulders, on the beach, this was his territory, "It’s time for us to leave, the information on the businessman has been obtained."
The reason the news was delayed for three weeks was that Wen Maixue needed time to "cultivate" her relationship with Orleans.
While Su Ziceng and Pello were enjoying the coastal scenery of Spain, Wen Maixue and Orleans were also arm-in-arm touring Italy.
During the day, they wandered among the various landmarks left by the Renaissance, and at night, they rode on a gondola under the moonlight and stars, admiring the "admiration" in each other’s eyes.
In these three weeks, Orleans had completely become Wen Maixue’s prey. Wen Maixue showed him a completely different side of her, sometimes demure, sometimes unrestrained, like the fairies in Italian ballads, haunting his dreams.
Finally, one evening, Orleans could not contain himself and proposed to her, "Xuexue, please marry me, I will make sure you become the happiest bride in the world." Orleans had prepared ninety-nine fiery roses and a diamond ring from the Olsen family.
"Dear Orleans, please don’t push me, give me some more time to think it over," Wen Maixue graciously declined his marriage proposal and informed him that she was going to fulfill an engagement with a friend.
The unsuccessful proposal left Orleans inevitably disheartened. He had come to Italy specifically to negotiate a new business project, and the project was not yet complete, but the goddess of his dreams had not accepted his marriage proposal.
Afterwards, Wen Maixue left Italy, and Orleans, burdened by the pressure of his family business, could only stay in Venice until the end of November when he received a notice from the butler, saying that his father asked him to drop all his affairs and rush back to the ancestral home in the suburbs of Paris at the beginning of December.
Before heading home, Orleans contacted Wen Maixue once more, and from her cheerful tone, he knew that she must have had a wonderful time. He felt a pang of regret that he hadn’t inquired before she left whether her friend was a man or a woman.
However, it wouldn’t be long before Orleans would learn the true identity of that friend.
Having obtained the contact information, Su Ziceng and Pello rushed to Paris as well. Spain and France are adjacent, so it took them less than a day to arrive in France.
Finding someone is easy, but getting to meet them is not so simple. Su Ziceng had thought that the one who beat her to the punch and bought the franchise rights was just an ordinary businessman. If that were the case, things would be much easier. As long as the price is right and a certain profit is provided, the other party should be willing to sell.
After arriving in France, with the help of Miss Bao Qin, the buyer of the ZARA franchise rights turned out to be the "Olsen family."
The name Olson is so common in the streets and alleys of France that at first, Su Ziceng did not associate "them" with the Olsons that Pello had mentioned before, until she received a reply from Miss Bao Qin, which made her realize that things were going to be difficult.
"Count Olson," upon hearing the name, Su Ziceng subconsciously paid attention to Pello’s reaction.
When he heard the name that almost killed his loved one, Pello momentarily lost his composure. Su Ziceng regretted once again that she should not have come to Europe with Pello; if she had known that this trip would bring his past pain earlier.
"Yes, one of the few remaining old families in France," Miss Bao Qin insisted on meeting up when she heard that Su Ziceng was in France again.
Master Rang has recently been busy with a government project in France and couldn’t manage to entertain Su Ziceng himself, so he had to have Miss Bao Qin host her alone, for which he even called to apologize.
Miss Bao Qin also recognized that the male companion by Su Ziceng’s side was not the same as last time. Although he was also an outstanding man, Miss Bao Qin felt that the look in Pello’s eyes was perhaps a bit too piercing.
After discussing several matters, "I and Rang have decided to get married next summer, and when the time comes, I welcome you... bring your lover along to attend," Miss Bao Qin playfully winked, making a kind invitation. She and Master Rang were both very busy, so it took until now for them to decide on the wedding.
"I will definitely come to participate," Su Ziceng heard her intention and looked at Pello beside her, nodding bashfully.
Miss Bao Qin and Master Rang really know how to pick a time; Paris in summer must be a paradise for lovers, Su Ziceng thought to herself. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it with a recommendation ticket or monthly ticket on Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.)