Eyes that have become somewhat distorted, a high and curved nasal bridge, plump lips, and red spots floated on the cheeks that had received countless whitening injections. The smile of a single woman was very strange; when she smiled, it skewed towards the right.
"Why wear it on you and let the whole world see you looking like a ghost now," Hang Yishao was so angry he turned around and walked away. He bought "Yellow Love" for Bai Sisi, firstly to publicize it, and secondly to poach her for the soon-to-be-listed entertainment company of the Hang Family. But with this brainless woman getting involved, things were going to fall apart again.
Bai Sisi, acting pretentious, sidled over, her lively, fox-like eyes scanning Su Ziceng. "Oh dear, Miss Su, look how stiff your face is. Hope you haven’t overdone the hyaluronic acid injections."
Su Ziceng hurriedly picked up the scarf and wrapped her face in a fluster. Her hands were shaking, and her favorite rose silk scarf kept slipping from her hands like water as she failed to control it. "Wait a second."
Seeing the couple about to leave, he was leaving again, and this time, for how long would he not return? Thinking of this, she rushed ahead. Her tall and slender figure, combined with her pale skin, looked very eerie. "You should call me Mrs. Hang," the ring on her ring finger proclaimed to the world that she was Hang Yishao’s legitimate spouse of ten years.
"Fifty-five million, for the third time." The auctioneer’s hammer fell, and he breathed a sigh of relief while a female employee revealed a sneer.
The dizzying flashlights crazily flashed to the side, the security of the auction house were like decorations, and no one stepped forward to stop them. The reporters’ cameras and microphones jostled their way in front of the trio.
"Su Ziceng, I’ve had enough of you," Hang Yishao looked at the growing crowd, took Bai Sisi and left without looking back, leaving the mess for Su Ziceng and Subi Auction House to deal with. After all, his purpose of publicity was also achieved.
"Mrs. Hang, do you know that Mr. Hang has bought a villa for Miss Bai in the newly-opened ’Emperor Garden’?"
"Mrs. Hang, how many times have you had plastic surgery? What are your thoughts on those disreputable plastic surgery clinics?"
"Mrs. Hang, it’s said that Mr. Su is considering going on a round-the-world trip with Secretary Chang, leaving all of Su Family’s business affairs in the hands of Miss Chang?"
"Mrs. Hang, it is rumored that Mr. Hang has an illegitimate son and daughter outside, after so many years of marriage..."
Su Ziceng, rigid, managed to squeeze through the crowd until the Subi Auction House staff delivered the yellow diamond Diamond Necklace. She looked at the cold necklace lying in the black velvet jewelry box, casting a mocking gleam at her.
"Godfather wants to see you," said Chang Chi, the female employee who had been watching the drama from the corner, as she walked over. With a neat short haircut and a look of disgust in her eyes, she looked at Su Ziceng, "My god sister."
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"Scoundrel," Su Ziceng was already used to her father Su Qingzhang’s scolding.
Compared to the indifferent look on Chang Chi’s face, her mother Chang Mei appeared much friendlier. "Ziceng, quickly apologize to your father. Why spend your own money to buy things from your family’s auction house? If this gets out, it will ruin the brand’s reputation."
"I really necklace," Su Ziceng tightly embraced the velvet box in her arms.
"You already have ten jewelry safes at Ruijin Bank," Chang Chi said indifferently, "What’s more, the whole Mo City knows that your mother left you the unique red diamond in the world. Compared to it, what’s this necklace worth?"
"Shut up, what are you supposed to be," Su Ziceng glared back fiercely at Chang Chi.
"She is not a thing, what are you then," Su Qingzhang looked at his biological daughter whom he had raised for thirty-five years. He watched as the daughter, who once had her late wife’s tender features, turned into a woman with a distorted face and a vicious, jealous temperament, "You’re nothing but a curse who’s brought ruin to her mother’s household."
Su Ziceng slowly stood up, and threw the jewelry box randomly at Chang Mei, who couldn’t dodge in time and fell to the ground.
"I am the cursed offspring, she is the one who’s not your flesh and blood," Su Ziceng pointed at Chang Chi, scraping her brain for words to insult the mother and daughter who had stolen her father’s love and dominated her family’s wealth, "Since childhood, you’ve provided her with food and clothing, people outside are saying that you’ve been keeping the two of them."
Su Qingzhang helped Chang Mei up and cursed out loud: "Get out, get out of here! Other than the trust fund your mother left for you, don’t expect to get a drop more from the Su family." He was so furious that his veins burst out, and a thick phlegm clogged his throat, unable to catch his breath momentarily, he fainted. "Godfather!" "Qingzhang!" Everyone in the room cried out.
Amid the pervasive white funeral clothes, Su Ziceng wore a plain black silk, without a rose, kneeling amidst clusters of white chrysanthemums. On the platform above, the black and white photo of the man who had been scowling since childhood was "watching" her silently accusing her of being a sinner who had cursed her parents.
The farce that started with an auction ended with a funeral. Days passed, and the guests who came to mourn saw Su Ziceng, dressed in white mourning clothes, kneeling down. The lights in the memorial hall were dim, she seemed to have lost her voice, her twisted face laid bare, with only the red diamond ring on her body shining brightly.
"The funeral is tomorrow, look at your face, how can you face people," Hang Yishao and Chang Chi together forcibly requested Su Ziceng to stay at home. This time, she did not retort.
The curtains, red as to seem black, shut out all the noise from the outside world. Su Ziceng sat in front of the vanity, with a thin will beside her hand. She closed her eyes, and the whispers like countless ants reached her ears, "Have you heard? The Su family’s entire estate has gone to the Chang mother and daughter, and Hang Yishao is going to divorce Su Ziceng and marry Chang Chi instead."
"Exactly, think about it, if you were a man, lying next to a woman who had surgery all over her body, wouldn’t it scare you to death."
"Su Ziceng, it’s said, has gone mad. Just look at her after hearing the will, she looks so dazed and foolish."
Those people, did they think she was dead, just like Su Qingzhang, all dead. Those voices in the memorial hall echoed in her ears without missing a word.
Death, they all wanted her dead. Su Ziceng opened her eyes, looking at the yellow diamond necklace on the vanity, her dry fingers twisted together, the red diamond knocking against her finger until the first drop of blood emerged.
As the blood spread more and more, Su Ziceng used the diamond to shatter the vanity’s mirror, and then... she pressed it hard against her wrist.
She was just the disaster of a fortune teller’s mouth, a calamity who brought ruin to both her parents.