Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 647 - 264: The Person in the Photo Is Me
Thank you Ranyu for the pink notes, I forgot to express my gratitude; I’ve consumed quite a few of your pink notes this month.
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When Yan Wuxu heard that someone had come to see her, she thought it was Mr. Fei who had made up his mind. She didn’t know if her threat would work, and she wasn’t as confident with Mr. Fei as she was with Fei Qing. She dared not tell Mr. Fei the truth about her child’s disability, for she feared that if she spilled the beans about her child’s condition, he would turn his back on her.
The person sitting at the visitor’s table was a familiar face. Hang Yishao sat there, with the magazine in his hands, and the photos of Su Ziceng made Yan Wuxu lose the courage to even sit down.
The relationship between Hang Yishao and her was entirely based on Fei Qing, and now that Fei Qing was dead, his visit wasn’t likely out of consideration for Fei Qing.
"Where are the photos?" Hang Yishao directly stated the purpose of his visit. He was lucky; the journalist he interrogated happened to be the one Yan Wuxu had contacted. The magazine didn’t pay him extra for obtaining the photos, which left the journalist somewhat disgruntled. Hang Yishao saw the opportunity and after quoting a suitable price, the journalist readily revealed the source of the photos.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about?" Yan Wuxu didn’t sit down; Hang Yishao wasn’t like Fei Qing, who was easy to fool. Yan Wuxu wanted to walk out; she would rather face the wall of the detention room than face Hang Yishao with his deceiving smile.
"Let me make it clear: Mr. Fei has already sent people to look for your child with Fei Qing. If I remember correctly, the child that Ziceng helped you deliver is disabled," Hang Yishao didn’t like making threats, especially towards women, but for a woman like Yan Wuxu, he had to resort to such tactics.
Yan Wuxu was rendered speechless, while Hang Yishao wore a smile, his words sentence after sentence knocking the wind out of her. Her child—if there was truly someone Yan Wuxu felt genuine remorse towards in this world, it would be that child with incomplete limb development, who wouldn’t have ended up disabled at birth had she not indulged in smoking and drinking during pregnancy.
Now that Fei Qing was dead and she was trapped in a predicament, whether she could get out to care for the child was still an uncertainty.
"Don’t even think about arranging for the child to be moved. You’re a felony suspect now; no one can see you privately, including phone calls. Since I’m here, I don’t mind giving you more bad news: among those sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, one has lost consciousness. Their parents have already pulled strings, and your case can’t be covered up any longer. Even Mr. Fei can’t help you now," Hang Yishao’s words were like cold water, dousing any remaining hope in Yan Wuxu.
"Impossible," Yan Wuxu collapsed into the seat, mumbling incoherently; she knew what Hang Yishao said was true. These past few days, aside from Mr. Fei, only Hang Yishao, who had some connections with the Public Security Bureau, had come to see her. Her mother hadn’t visited, and neither had Brother Han. They couldn’t possibly have abandoned her. So, what Hang Yishao said was true. No one was coming to rescue her. Mr. Fei, a figure in the political arena, wouldn’t withstand public pressure to clear her name. If he knew his grandson was a disabled child unable to take over the family business, he would treat her more cruelly than anyone else, making sure she couldn’t live in peace even in prison. She couldn’t harm her child or her younger siblings back home.
"I’ll give you the photos," Yan Wuxu had hidden her cell phone before her arrest, and it still contained those photos, "but you have to promise me you won’t let Mr. Fei harm my family, and also..."
"Yan Wuxu, I’m not the Fei father and son; I don’t like being told what to do, and you shouldn’t expect to threaten me with photos," Hang Yishao tore the magazine in half and tossed it in front of Yan Wuxu.
"I’m not trying to threaten you," Yan Wuxu hurriedly explained, understanding that any threats she made were merely the struggles of a trapped beast, "I can help you, I know you love Ziceng deeply, I can make her have no choice but to marry you."
After speaking, Yan Wuxu closed her eyes. It was the first time she saw Su Ziceng on the magazine so clearly; women don’t close their eyes out of joy but to hide the despair and helplessness in their eyes.
