The 99th Divorce

How could you avoid an assassin in the dark? A gun in the daylight was easy to hide from, and a dark arrow was hard to prevent. It was Tang Zhenghao who was unpredictable. It was not the fault of Ou Ming, nor the fault of Li Sicheng.

It was her fault. From the beginning, she had been the variable in all this. If it weren’t for her, everything would be fine.

Li Shicheng would lead the Li Group to become a legend, the Tang family would be good now, Li Sicheng would not be retaliated. Everything would develop like her last lifetime.

After sending away Ou Ming and the other two, Su Qianci returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.

I really want to dream. Mr. Li, would you come to my dreams? I want to see you.

Lying in bed with her eyes closed, Su Qianci felt tired. In her mind, Li Sicheng’s handsome and pale face appeared. He was lying on the ground weakly. But his eyes were locked on her, they had a million stars in them, breathtakingly pretty.

“I love you, forever…”

“I love you too, forever…”

Life would only be perfect if it was pieced together by countless regrets. If one had never been desperate, one would not know how precious happiness was. This was the first time Su Qianci had had such a dream. She dreamed that she was standing in the clouds, watching Tang Mengying as proud as a peacock. Standing next to the small, clear lake hundreds of feet away from the old house, she looked at the struggling, drowning woman with cold eyes.

After God knows how long, the woman in the water stopped struggling. Tang Mengying sneered and turned around, but she ran into a tall and straight figure. Li Sicheng looked at her coldly, his face grim. Wearing a dark gray casual coat, he put his hands in the pockets and looked at her quietly.

Tang Mengying’s expression changed dramatically. She was busy trying to explain it, but Li Sicheng did not pay attention to her. He walked step by step into the clear lake. The wind in the winter night was freezing. Li Sicheng stepped into the lake, took off his coat, plunged in, and picked up the woman who had already died.

Su Qianci was soaked. Her face full of terror. Li Sicheng put her body on the lakeside immediately and started doing first aid. Tang Mengying watched him, her face pale and colorless.

Su Qianci did not make it. Li Sicheng gently closed her eyes and looked at Tang Mengying. Police cars came around, blocking the roads from side to side. Li Sicheng’s hair was still dripping with water. Looking into Tang Mengying’s eyes, his gaze was colder than the lake water. He said, “You disappointed me.”

And what next? Tang Mengying was imprisoned, Tang Zhenghao was found to be linked to the drug trafficking group, and the Tang Group collapsed.

Rong Haiyue was suspected of drug trafficking and was sentenced to death. However, the real drug dealer, Rong Anna, went away with Bo Xiao and continued to sing the song of crime.

Li Sicheng never married again for the rest of his life.

After many years, Li Sicheng accepted a TV interview. The host asked Li Sicheng, who was in his early forties but looked like he was in his early thirties, “Mr. Li, why are you not married? We all thought you’d end up together with Miss Tang, but she went to jail. Are you unmarried now because of Miss Tang?”

Li Sicheng shook his head, his expression was calm and infinite wisdom shone in his eyes which had seen a great deal in more than 40 years. His eyes became soft as he said, “When I was twenty-six years old. I had married once. My wife’s name is Su Qianci.”

“Where is she?”

“She died.”

“Do you love her?”

Li Sicheng’s eyes became deeper, but he did not speak. Love. Deep love. In another parallel time and space, there was a Li Sicheng who loved another Su Qianci. Very, very much.