The 99th Divorce

Chapter 611: I Know That You Are in Kingstown, Mr. L

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the busiest commercial street in Kingstown, Li Sicheng entered a well-decorated chain restaurant to order himself a bowl of noodles. When he ate half of it, at the table behind him, a girl suddenly exclaimed, “Su Qianci posted on Weibo!”

Li Sicheng paused eating, holding his chopsticks still.

“Oh, it’s too bad.” One of the girls’ voices was full of sympathy. “Her husband has been dead for so many years, and she still thinks that he is alive.”

“I heard that she is mentally ill, because she misses her husband so much – slight delusional syndrome. I heard that she often has hallucinations, thinking her husband is by her side...”

“But she still manages such a big company very well. I mean even someone mentally ill can do this – why are we still so basic?”

The girl sneered while eating her food. ” You have to have such a big company to take over in the first place. I heard that not only Su Qianci leads the company, her husband’s younger brother is also the vice president.”

“So what? She is still a widow. A young and beautiful woman with two children has to manage the company... If I were her, I would definitely remarry. Such a great age, she could do whatever she wants. Why is she still waiting for a dead man?”

“You are not her, how do you know what she is thinking about? Maybe she has true love for that Li something?”

“Li Sicheng! He used to be your icon. Now how long has he passed away? You have already forgotten his name. The world is cold!”

...

Li Sicheng listened to their words, silently finished his noodles, got up, and left. He then found an internet cafe in a remote alley. The boss asked with a cigarette between his lips, “How long do you want?”

“Can I use the computer without an ID card?”

The owner looked at him up and down, took the cigarette down, and said, “Yes, five per hour for others, and 20 per hour for you. The computer at the end of the hall, behind the separate compartment. That is a VIP private room. No one will go in.”

Li Sicheng directly took out a hundred-dollar bill, turned and walked in. The owner took the bill and checked it. After confirming that it was authentic, he turned on the computer for him.

The legendary VIP room was a small dark compartment with a computer and the most classic Windows XP system. A little child was sitting on the floor with bare bottoms. Seeing him coming in, he looked up.

The owner walked in, took the little boy out and said, “That’s my son. Suit yourself, but I won’t give back the money that has been collected.”

Li Sicheng did not bother to answer him, sat down directly, opened a webpage, and found the Weibo of Su Qianci. Seeing that sentence, Li Sicheng’s nose was a bit sore. Her face on the photo was more mature than before and much thinner than before. His wife, Mrs. Li, seemed to be different.

Using a different account, Li Sicheng left her a reply underneath: he will see, he will come back.

However, the reply was quickly drowned by a ton of replies, leaving no trace.

Logging into the account of L, he immediately saw a beautiful girl’s profile popping out.

It was Su Qianci’s own selfie taken randomly, but still beautiful. She said: Let’s meet. I know you are in Kingstown, Mr. L.

The sending time was ten minutes ago. Li Sicheng could not help but feel a little nervous: did she find out that Li Sicheng was L?