Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 625 - 253: Wen Maixue’s Jealousy

After her annoyance with the "admirer" changing course halfway, Wen Maixue initially felt quite pleased about the disappointment in Su Ziceng’s eyes. However, after hearing Qiu Zhi’s words, her expression soured.

She had no time to listen to Qiu Zhi discussing stocks; since Qiu Zhi had brought a gift, it proved that those rose baskets outside were not from him.

A turquoise Bentley was parked a block away from Espr, with Pello sitting inside, watching Su Ziceng standing among the crowd. She seemed to have heard some good news, her face bright with joy.

Qiu Zhi’s figure moved, blocking Pello’s view. He "hmmphed," even though he could also have accompanied Wen Maixue to the ribbon-cutting ceremony, the thought of seeing Hang Yishao and Su Ziceng being intimate made Pello prefer to sit in the car and watch.

After watching for nearly half an hour, Pello noticed that Hang Yishao also didn’t attend today. The baskets of roses that appeared along with his were almost identical, presumably sent by Hang Yishao.

"It seems we both had the same idea," Pello, even more displeased, thought about this fact with Hang Yishao, who in his eyes only gained his position through the protection of his ancestors, and clearly should not be standing on the same starting line as him.

Same attire, and the same woman, doesn’t mean the result will be the same. Pello took out a stack of photos, pictures of him and Su Ziceng together, wondering what Hang Yishao’s reaction would be if he saw these. His face might turn even redder than the roses under the sunshine today.

"Earl, shall we drive over?" the driver asked Pello, who had been parked nearby for quite a while, pondering whether to drive over.

"The gifts have already been sent, the grand gift can be given another day," Pello took another glance at Espr, then instructed the driver that they could head back.

As the car was turning around, Pello watched people from all directions heading towards Espr’s shop.

It was nearly nine o’clock, and the guests for the opening should have almost all arrived. The crowd gathered around Espr’s entrance consisted merely of "Admiration" old clients and employees; Espr, which hadn’t advertised in any magazines or print media, likely wouldn’t have a bustling first day of business.

At nine o’clock sharp, when the firecrackers of the opening ceremony started, the crowd outside Espr’s door had already grown considerably. Besides those who had walked past Pello’s car earlier, some had even driven from out of town specifically for this.

"How could this be?" Wen Maixue’s grip unintentionally loosened from Old Master Wen’s hand. She had come specifically to witness the poor turnout at Espr’s opening, but what was going on with that bustling crowd outside?

The eager crowd surged into Espr, instantly taking all the over 500 new product catalogues prepared on the shelves. The shop assistants didn’t dare to idle; although Espr, like Zara, operates on a self-service clothing model, with so many customers, the assistants had to be extremely vigilant.

Continuously restocking the catalogue racks and refilling the emptied hangers. All five cash registers were on high alert, endlessly tapping the change keyboards on the cash computers.

With no advertising done, where did all these people come from?

"Is this the information we’ve gathered?" Wen Maixue could hardly maintain her dignity, her grandfather, who had accompanied her, was now chatting with Wen Zimu and completely oblivious to her distress.

Wen Maixue, jostled by the customers, felt like a lone leaf in a stream, getting bumped next to those fiery red baskets of roses.

The striking roses in the baskets mockingly exhaled their yellow stamens at her. The white silver flower ribbon bearing blessings, had "Congratulations on your opening" written on it. Those few words? Wen Maixue pulled down the ribbon, flipping through the sparse words on it.

This was Pello’s handwriting. On the ninety-nine pairs of baskets, the blessings weren’t printed by machine, but were all personally written by Pello. Wen Maixue still recognized his handwriting. Pello, who had been accustomed to writing in French and English since childhood, and after becoming a teacher at Kelly Women’s College, strived for perfection in his work and had practiced calligraphy for a year.

Each stroke and hook, all painstakingly written with congratulations. Wen Maixue turned her head back and saw Su Ziceng weaving through the store, completely unaware of the words Pello had carefully written on the baskets outside.