Chapter 102: Doggie, Get Off the Internet a Little More. You’re Only a System.
But for the moment, Xuanxuan could no longer be exposed before the cameras.
She needed a proper education and a better environment, something that could broaden her horizons and enrich her understanding of the world.
After all, she was still so young; she truly could not be allowed too much contact with the entertainment world.
Since she was already Xuanxuan’s mother, and since she carried a hidden script of her own, she could not simply ignore the child.
And as for herself...
She, too, had to begin laying the road ahead.
Lying in a rocking chair, she swayed now and then, lazily.
On her phone, she was searching through some information.
A faint golden glow seemed to settle over her eyes.
The system asked, “You think it’s worth using spiritual power just to find someone?”
“I don’t care what you think,” Jiang Sui replied.
“Why don’t you just delete me? I’m grinding my teeth to say this...” the system said.
“Doggy, spend less time online. You’re just a system. It’s bad for you.”
“...”
The poor thing was aggrieved, but the poor thing said nothing.
Though it was only a system, it still had its dignity.
On the balcony, Jiang Sui and the system exchanged a few words from time to time, tossing out complaints and jabs.
If anyone had walked up at that moment, they would surely have fainted dead away at the sight.
Because beside Jiang Sui, more than a dozen little paper figures were hopping and darting about, sometimes fluttering up into the air to peer at her in a mischievous way before dropping back to the floor to play with the others.
As Jiang Sui’s spiritual power grew stronger, the little paper figures became even livelier.
Now and then Jiang Sui would lift her eyes to glance at them and casually order some cultured entertainment.
“Dance a Tang Palace Night Banquet.”
At once, the paper figures began wriggling and dancing in a most awkward fashion.
No one knew what, exactly, they were dancing.
Jiang Sui certainly did not care to watch.
She was only making a joke.
It was like watching the New Year Gala: not necessarily something you had to sit through, but it should be on, with the occasional sound drifting out.
Of course, Jiang Sui did not know that on this very night, someone overseas had been staring at his phone the entire time.
Lu Ye wore his usual cool reserve, calm and composed, as if life were perfectly serene.
Yet the eyes that kept drifting toward the screen, and the hand that seemed ready to move at any moment, betrayed the feelings in his heart.
A faint crease appeared between Lu Ye’s brows.
Did she not miss me? Why hasn’t she sent a message?
Could everything she said that day have been a lie?
Does she not like me? Was I the one overthinking it?
Is she angry because I interfered in her affairs? But Xuanxuan is a granddaughter of the Lu family, my brother’s daughter. I cannot let her be harmed. And neither can I let anything happen to her.
Why still no word from her?
Should I take the initiative? But if I do, will she look down on me?
Not until it was nearly midnight.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of sleepiness on Lu Ye’s cool, handsome features.
Still, a faint chill had gathered over his face.
So, beautiful women really do lie.
Jiang Sui slept especially well that night.
The next morning, she was woken by a call from Shi Heng.
“Jiang Sui, have you checked Weibo today?”
Jiang Sui was sprawled in bed, half-asleep and disheveled.
She had no energy to answer Shi Heng.
Late last night, she had even put part of her money into investments, planning to live off some of the interest, and had also drafted a new marketing plan for the toy store under her name.
Not to mention she had spent an entire night using spiritual power to look for someone.
That was truly exhausting.
“Mm?” she murmured lazily.
“Look online. Shengqiang Group is in trouble, and it’s already been confirmed that the president of Shengqiang Group is Bai Xixue’s husband,” Shi Heng said with a pleased smile, sounding in very good spirits.