On the busiest commercial street in Cannes, Li Sicheng entered a well-decorated chain noodle restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles for himself. When he was halfway through eating, a girl at the table behind him suddenly exclaimed, "Qianqian Su Ci posted on Weibo!"
Li Sicheng paused while eating noodles and stopped holding the chopsticks.
"Oh, it's so tragic." One of the girls' voice was full of sympathy, "Her husband has been dead for so many years, but she still thought he was still alive."
"I heard that she has a mental illness. She is always thinking about her husband. It is a mild paranoia. I heard that she often has hallucinations and thinks her husband will appear by her side. Oh..."
"But she still manages such a big company very well. Damn, a psychopath can do this. Why are we still so low?"
The girl sneered as she ate, "You'd have to have such a big company to take over. It's said that it's not just Qian Qian Su Ci who's doing this. Her husband's brother, Qian Qian Su Ci's uncle, is also the vice president."
"So what if I own a company? I'm still a widow. A young and beautiful woman with two children has to manage a company... If it were me, I would remarry. There are so many things I can do with my prime years. Why do I have to be a widow for a dead man? Why?"
"You are not her, how do you know what she is thinking? Maybe she really loves that Li Some Ghost?"
"Li Sicheng! You used to think of him as your idol, but now it's been so long since he died and you've already forgotten his name. How fickle this world is!"
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Li Sicheng listened to their words, finished his noodles silently, and got up and left.
I found an Internet cafe in a remote alley. The owner, smoking a cigarette, asked, "How long do you want to play?"
"Can I play without an ID?"
The boss looked him up and down, took off his cigarette, and said, "Okay, others charge five dollars an hour, you charge 20 an hour, the machine at the back, the separate compartment, that's the VIP room, no one will go in there."
Li Sicheng directly pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, turned around and walked in.
The boss took the big bill and compared it to the real one before turning on the machine.
The legendary VIP room is just a small dark compartment with a computer inside, running the most classic XP system.
A little kid was sitting on the floor inside with his bare bottom. When he saw him come in, he looked up.
The boss came in, picked up the kid and said, "My son, you can play, but I won't return the money you paid."
Li Sicheng ignored him and sat down directly. He opened the webpage and searched for Su Qianci's Weibo.
Seeing that sentence, Li Sicheng felt a slight soreness in his nose.
Her face in the photo looks more mature and a lot thinner than before.
His wife Li seemed different.
After logging into a Weibo account, Li Sicheng left her a message: He will see it, he will come back
However, the message was soon lost in the sea of replies.
I logged into L's account on the social software and immediately saw a beautiful woman's avatar pop up.
It was Su Qianci's own profile picture, a casual selfie, but so beautiful that it made people intoxicated. She said: Let's meet, I know you are in Cannes, Mr. L
Sent time was ten minutes ago.
Li Sicheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Could it be that she had already discovered that Li Sicheng was L
(End of this chapter)