CHAPTER 443: CHAPTER 185: MIDNIGHT CALL (PART 2)

"Moreover, I found out that he coincidentally appeared in Bianjing City with Ziceng at the end of the year before last. There, he only went to one place alone, which is the Martyr’s Cemetery in Bianjing City," Hang Yishao was still urging his friend to continue investigating Pello’s identity, he merely wanted to use the information at hand to give Su Qingzhang a heads-up.

Su Qingzhang hesitated, these pieces of information indeed varied somewhat from what he had on hand.

"Furthermore, Wen Maixue has had private contact with him as well," Hang Yishao discerned his doubts from Su Qingzhang’s silence.

The cooperation between the Su Family and Wen Family came a bit too smoothly. Aside from their first meeting, all subsequent matters were signed off by Wen Maixue. Su Qingzhang had also suspected that Pello played more than just the role of a bridge between the two, but considering that the cooperation between the Wen and Su families didn’t bring Pello any significant benefit, Su Qingzhang abandoned his suspicions.

Knowing people and making good use of them without doubting those employed has always been his principle.

"Regarding the marriage matter, I hope to delay it a bit longer; I hope you can also communicate with Ziceng about this," Su Qingzhang felt some tightness in his chest and hurriedly hung up the phone.

The recent weather had been somewhat oppressive; perhaps because of the matter at Golden Coast, Su Qingzhang had seen signs of chest tightness and shortness of breath more than once. He took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, didn’t even bother to get water, and directly swallowed two pills.

After taking the medicine, Su Qingzhang still felt some discomfort and decided to go to bed early.

After a while, Yang Wuxu, following Pello’s instructions, entered the study, opened the drawer, and saw the medicine bottle placed in a corner of the drawer.

"What kind of medicine is it?" Pello inquired.

"For treating myocardial infarction," Yang Wuxu also just found out that Su Qingzhang had this condition for the first time.

"Oh," Pello then pulled up the image feed from Su Ziceng’s room; she was coming out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe with her hair wet.

"Do you want to leave the Su Family soon?" Pello asked in a low voice.

Yang Wuxu was slightly startled, not understanding what Pello meant.

"Then swap out Su Qingzhang’s medicine, and after that, wait and see the good show that follows," Pello hung up the phone, his gaze fixed on the image of Su Ziceng.

In the middle of the night, Su Ziceng was awakened by a ringtone; she then remembered that she had forgotten to turn off her mobile phone before going to bed. She groggily answered the call.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone; just as Su Ziceng was about to fall back asleep, a voice came through, "Did I wake you up?"

The voice of an unfamiliar woman, Su Ziceng pondered in her mind, whose call it might be.

"Miss Franc, have you forgotten me? To think that after walking the show, the first person I thought of was you," the woman’s laughter was casual yet resigned.

"Lin Ying, it’s you, Lin Ying," Su Ziceng hurried out of her bed; she had almost forgotten Lin Ying, the free-spirited woman living in Paris, with dreams to chase.

"I’m here to thank you," Lin Ying stood on the streets of New York, watching a brand-new billboard erected on Fifth Avenue. Her earlier laughter was replaced by a choked voice.

It took her a whole two years, Lin Ying had gone from a street artist to a world-top model featured on Fifth Avenue in just two years. If it hadn’t been for Su Ziceng back then, encouraging her to gamble all she had and rush to London, Lin Ying would still be just Lin Ying today.

"Lin Ying, it really is you, oh my god," Su Ziceng could no longer stay put; she paced around the room, suppressing the urge to scream with excitement.

"I’ve just obtained the agency rights for Yasland in the Asian Region, and next month, I’ll be returning to Z country to attend a fashion exhibition held in Bianjing City," Lin Ying’s voice returned to its cheerfulness. It had been two years since she last saw Su Ziceng, and she wanted to tell her everything.

"I’ll definitely come to support you," Su Ziceng promised, then remembered that she was now just an ordinary employee of the Su Family; she might not be able to fly all over the country or the world as she used to.

"I’ll come to see you instead," Lin Ying kept the same whimsical nature she had always had, loving to travel east and west. As her ancestral land, she hadn’t returned to Z country in over five years.

"That’s fine too; I can also take you to meet someone then, and you’ll definitely be surprised," Su Ziceng imagined the clash between two generations of top models, and her heart swelled with excitement.