The car drove for nearly forty minutes according to the navigation instructions and finally stopped in front of a Gothic-style cafe.
Song Ci sat in the car, looking at the coffee shop in front of him.
Long Yu told Song Ci: "According to the information given by the madam, I found out that Su Beibei, the surviving daughter of Su Buwang, is currently a suspense novel writer and owns a cafe, this one. She usually lives here on weekdays."
Long Yu stared at the door of the cafe, turned around and asked Song Ci: "Do you need me to accompany you in?"
Song Ci nodded and said, "Just follow me in, order a cup of coffee and wait for me. Su Beibei and I have something to talk about."
"good."
Long Yu and Song Ci walked into the cafe together.
The café was doing brisk business, with a majority of its customers being young. Song Ci glanced briefly at the customers in the lobby before turning her gaze behind the coffee bar. There, a woman in a long black dress stood with her back to him, her head bowed, reading a book.
Song Ci asked the woman, "Hello, is your store manager here?"
The woman was flipping through a book, and when she heard this, she paused.
After slowly putting the bookmark in place and closing the book, the woman turned around and said, "It's me." After answering, she looked up. After seeing Song Ci's face, she was obviously stunned.
She recognized Song Ci.
"Song Ci?" Staring at Song Ci, Su Beibei asked in surprise, "Are you looking for me?" She had never seen Song Ci before. What was Song Ci doing coming to find her?
Song Ci was a little surprised. "Are you Miss Su?"
Long Yu showed Song Ci Su Beibei's profile. At the time, Su Beibei was only nine years old. The little girl in the photo was a cutie in a pink dress with a doll collar. And the person in front of him...
The woman was tall, wearing a black off-shoulder dress with a black collar around her neck. She had long, straight black hair with princess-cut bangs and gothic makeup on her face, which gave her a dark aura.
"I'm Su Beibei." Su Beibei felt ridiculous. "You asked to see me by name, don't you know me?"
Song Ci answered irrelevantly: "It has changed so much that I couldn't guess his identity for a moment."
Hearing this, Su Beibei raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not ask where the word "change" came from.
Song Ci looked around and felt that the first floor was not a good place for conversation. She asked Su Beibei, "Miss Su, can we go to a more secluded place to talk?"
Su Beibei thought for a moment before looking up at a male waiter with pigtails and saying, "A Kun, please look after the store for me. I have something to do."
"Okay, manager."
Su Beibei walked out from behind the stage. When they got closer, Song Ci realized that she was slightly taller than her.
A true queen.
"Come upstairs with me." After saying that, Su Beibei led Song Ci a few steps and walked towards the corridor. Song Ci followed, staring at Su Beibei's back, and many images flashed through her mind.
In her previous life, Song Ci had met Su Beibei. Back then, Su Beibei was almost 30 years old, and her style was very different from now. The first time she saw Su Beibei, she was wearing jeans and a blue shirt. She was a tall and elegant beauty.
She came with hatred, but was almost murdered by Mu Mian. If Song Ci had not been kind-hearted and secretly sent her away, Su Beibei might have died.
Song Ci was recalling the past and was not paying attention for a moment. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in Su Beibei's open study on the second floor.
Su Beibei's study was connected to the living room, separated by a glass wall. The walls were covered with books, mostly detective and mystery novels and authoritative magazines. On the desk sat a black laptop. Su Beibei stood at the desk, head bowed, searching for something.
Song Ci stepped aside and looked down, only to find that Su Beibei was opening a pack of Salem brand women's cigarettes. The cigarette had a sharp taste and was quite strong when smoked, unlike other women's cigarettes.
Su Beibei pulled a white cigarette from the pack, pinched the filter between her slender index and middle fingers, and brought it to her lips, biting it. She lit the cigarette like a seasoned smoker, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke through her nose.
After satisfying her craving for food, Su Beibei nodded her chin towards Song Ci and said, "Sit down."
Song Ci sat down on the black leather sofa behind him. After waiting for the cigarette to be half smoked, Song Ci cleared her throat and said, "Ms. Su, I've read your masterpiece, 'The Female Soul of Golden Street.' It's very well written."
"The Female Soul of Golden Street" is a suspense work published by Su Beibei four years ago. It is Su Beibei's famous work. That year, Su Beibei was only 19 years old.
"The Female Soul of Golden Street" tells the story of a beautiful but powerless woman who pursues a man at all costs in pursuit of love and money, but is deceived by the man and later forced to kill him.
The plot is very clichéd, but Su Beibei's writing is sharp and the whole article is very attractive to read.
Su Beibei glanced at the Song Dynasty porcelain and said indifferently, "It's an early work, not worth mentioning."
Song Ci shook her head. "But I think that book is different from others."
"How is it different?" Su Beibei said disapprovingly, "It's just an ordinary suspense story. The plot lacks originality, and the ending isn't thrilling enough. Compared to later works, it's not worth showing off."
Song Ci said, "But I only read hatred and resentment, fear and resentment in 'The Female Soul of Golden Street.' I can't find these in Miss Su's later works." Glancing at Su Beibei, Song Ci said suggestively, "There must be an interesting story behind what inspired Miss Su to write 'The Female Soul of Golden Street.' I wonder if Song Ci is right?"
Su Beibei's face was hidden by a thin layer of smoke, and her expression was unclear. After a moment's silence, Su Beibei finally spoke. She said, "There's no story. It's just a work that came from a wild imagination."
Seeing that Su Beibei was unmoved, Song Ci finally made a new move. She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a photo.
Su Beibei glanced at her movements, her eyes still cold.
"I wonder if Miss Su recognizes the woman in my photo?" Under Su Beibei's cold gaze, Song Ci turned the photo over. A beautiful and pitiful face caught Su Beibei's eye.
Seeing the woman in the photo, Su Beibei's pupils trembled slightly. The cigarette had burned out at some point, even burning Su Beibei's fingers. Su Beibei lowered her head and extinguished the cigarette.
Song Ci said in a deep voice, "The woman in the photo was called Xu Xiangxiang. She died in the autumn of 2005. Ms. Su, the heroine Shu Xiangsi in your work 'The Female Soul of Golden Street' was based on Su Beibei, right?"
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