Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 631 - 256: He Proposed

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Chapter 631: Chapter 256: He Proposed

There were not a few people who shared the same doubts as Su Ziceng.

The onlookers on the seawall had been gathering since noon, each of them discussing and waiting for someone to answer their questions.

This massive ship, unseen even in Bianjing City, where did it come from and where is it going? No one could answer, except for the two men currently sitting on both sides of the ship, receiving the gazes from the crowd.

When Su Qingzhang first got the manual for this globally unique six-star twin-hull cruise ship, his thoughts were exactly the same as those bystanders on the coastal area. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Domestic shipbuilders in Country Z could only build luxury cruise ships for rivers and streams use, such as the yacht owned by Shang Yin, comparable in scale to a cruise ship. There are no manufacturers in Country Z yet capable of producing ocean liners which demand high interior design and decoration concepts.

The seagull-white ship’s body, connected on both sides, resembled a pair of twins, with six decks. The cruise ship was 210 meters long and 52 meters wide, featuring twelve staggered floors and over three hundred rooms, capable of accommodating over seven hundred passengers.

The most conspicuous part of the ship’s body was a "Hang" character representing the Hang Family, which appeared on the other side of the slowly moving ship in the evening’s remaining sunlight.

A small and delicate "Su" character. "Su Hang", the two characters, became the only identity marker of this ship.

"Sister Ziceng," Yan Wuxi shook Su Ziceng, who became silent after the adults next to them were amazed as the ship started moving.

Looking at that impressive ship, Su Ziceng felt a series of shocks in her heart, like the waves stirred by the ship.

The billions vanished from the Su Family on this special day, slowly approaching on the sea surface.

"Ziceng!" Hang Yishao’s voice and figure appeared simultaneously in Su Ziceng’s mind as she blankly raised her head again.

The sun sank into the horizon, and one by one, the lights of the seaside resort turned on.

On the ship, the tall figure of Hang Yishao caught everyone’s attention. The sun had already set, but this man, brighter than the sun, was only just beginning his grand gesture.

The names "Su Hang" on the ship turned into countless overlapping lights, intertwined like a dancing man and woman, inseparable.

"Su Ziceng, please marry me!" The lights of the seaside resort suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire Mo City instantly, even visible from the furthest Zone 1 by the twinkling lights on the shore.

On the twin-hull ship, two red hearts appeared bearing the big characters for "Su Hang".

The onlookers by the sea went silent; no one knew where the woman the man was calling out for was now.

At this moment, Su Ziceng only wished she could turn into the little crab incessantly burrowing into the sand beneath her, seeking a hole to bury herself in.

The ship’s deck was high, and she was in the crowd; as long as she didn’t respond or make a sound, Hang Yishao probably wouldn’t notice her. If she could just stay calm and act like a regular spectator, people around wouldn’t realize she was Su Ziceng.

"Sister Ziceng, that big brother is calling you!" A childish voice broke the brief calm, and thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of eyes turned her way.

Some people who were standing farther away couldn’t wait to push forward, eager to see what the woman capable of prompting such an extravagant marriage proposal looked like.

"Hey, just agree!" someone completely unknown to her pushed Su Ziceng, urging her to accept quickly.

What a situation. Su Ziceng really regretted why she had come to the beach; Hang Yishao had long set the trap, and she had hurried into it.

"Agree," an old man also advised, "This young man is very decent."

"Only caring about his own decency, without considering my feelings," Su Ziceng cursed internally, her face flushed with blood following Hang Yishao’s shout, her mind a mess.

The surrounding whispers of encouragement grew louder and louder, and Su Ziceng finally understood what it meant to be daunted by public opinion. Just as she thought to step back, she found there was no way back; moving forward, a path miraculously cleared in front of her.