Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite

"Damn," Chang Chi knew that this time she had been too careless, which led to her unintentional loss to that useless woman Su Ziceng. She walked out of Subi Auction House angrily, seeing Hang Yishao walking together with Su Ziceng, but they were not alone. Accompanying them was Mr. Terence from Christie’s Auction House.

Mr. Terence was taking out some business cards from his pocket and distributing them to the few people present. Tonight, he not only witnessed a special auction but keenly sensed business opportunities. Located on the East Sea Coast of Z country, Mo City, and the rising auction industry had more to offer than just these.

"Miss Su, I have already discussed with Chairman Su the suggestions I just mentioned. I sincerely hope you will consider my advice as it is for the best in the long-term development for both of us," after saying this, Mr. Terence shook hands with everyone and took his leave.

The outside of the auction house had already quieted down. Su Ziceng was still wearing her indoor gown, her shoulders exposed to the air, shivering from the cold.

A coat was laid over her shoulders, Hang Yishao was gazing at her with a doting look he never had before. However, Su Ziceng did not notice these. Her mood was first exhilarated by the successful holding of the auction, and then it fluctuated due to Mr. Terence’s proposal.

Chang Mei and Su Qingzhang sat in the back seat, the car drove smoothly. After a day of ups and downs, even Su Qingzhang who was experienced in business felt tired.

"That young man who went on stage, do you remember him? He looks somewhat familiar," Su Qingzhang tried to recall but found no significant trace. He was most shocked tonight not by Su Ziceng’s complex tactics but by that young man who, with a seat cushion, could instantly attract nearly everyone’s attention.

"He is said to be a lecturer at Kelly Women’s College," Chang Mei also thought for a moment and did not have much impression. Pello and Ye Taina didn’t look alike, so it’s no wonder neither Su Qingzhang nor Chang Mei could find any resemblance between them.

"He seems talented, and I see that the Wen family appreciates him quite a lot. Think of a way to poach him," Su Qingzhang always worried about not having anyone to take over his business. Sooner or later Su Ziceng was going to get married, and after the child in Yan Wuxu’s belly was born, there would be a long gap period, during which he needed someone to help run his business.

"This matter isn’t urgent, I will contact some acquaintances in Kelly to talk, but what plans do you have for Subi Auction House?" Initially, almost all of Subi Auction House was managed by Chang Mei, so no one knew the details and the future prospects of the auction house better than her.

"What do you think? The terms offered by Christie’s are not bad," Su Qingzhang evaluated this matter in a businessman’s tone.

"Responsible for providing supplies globally, also having several senior auctioneers, plus an investment of fifty million, only asking for forty-nine percent of the shares, the terms are very tempting," Chang Mei lamented. The main industries of the Su family were still focused on mainstream sectors like mining and real estate, they couldn’t devote too much money and effort to run an auction house with an uncertain future.

"I am a businessman, and a profitable business must be done," Su Qingzhang had made his final remark.

Su Ziceng was sent home by Hang Yishao. At 10 o’clock in the spring night sky, the stardust was like grains of sand. The car window was wide open, already into April, and she won this battle in Subi Auction House. But before she could be surrounded by joy, she fell into a difficult dilemma again.

Hang Yishao heard a low sigh and slowed the car down, "Ziceng, don’t overthink it." Hang Yishao knew she was still troubled by Mr. Terence’s "investment plan".

He didn’t want to see Su Ziceng so stressed; his woman just needed to stay at home every day being the young madam. Thinking of this, Hang Yishao spoke again with the youthful audacity particular to young men: "With me here, you don’t need to worry about anything."

God knows, what Su Ziceng hated the most was this phrase. She remembered when they first got married, Hang Yishao had assured Su Qingzhang just like this.

Seeing that Su Ziceng did not turn her worries into joy and remained silent, Hang Yishao grew even more puzzled. He freed one hand and reached for Su Ziceng’s forehead. Feeling empty-handed, Su Ziceng dodged his hand.

"I’m fine," her tone clearly suggested otherwise, "I do not intend to give up control of Subi Auction House," for some reason, Hang Yishao’s affectionate behavior made her uncomfortable, Su Ziceng firmly said, as if trying to convince herself.

"Uncle Su will not agree," Hang Yishao hesitated for a moment but retracted his hand, "From a business perspective, having Christie’s Auction House, an internationally renowned company, take a stake is the right move. They even didn’t propose an acquisition, but only a purchase of forty-nine percent of the shares."

"What I need to do is to keep things running on a normal track," Su Ziceng said this just as the car stopped at the doorstep of the Su family.

Yes, what she needed to do was to keep Subi Auction House on its normal track, so that even years later, Subi Auction House would still be solely owned by the Su family, allowing "Yellow Love" to emerge normally.

But everything she was doing now seemed unconventional again, thinking this Su Ziceng was yet to respond when her cheek was gently pecked.

"Don’t think too much," what Hang Yishao is now doing is already unordinary, he was never a gentle lover, but isn’t this what she had long hoped for. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to recommend it on Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation tickets, or monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)