Su Li only realized belatedly that she had suddenly become a sensation on the Dou Qu platform.
But she just smiled indifferently and moved on from the matter.
It was the younger generation at home, however, who were exceptionally excited, buzzing around her non-stop.
"Great-Auntie, you’re famous now! Everyone’s calling you ’Immortal Grandma’...."
"So many people are interested in you; let me open a new account and record your daily life... You’re guaranteed to blow up even more."
"My Great-Auntie is truly outstanding."
Su Li didn’t mind the praise from the younger family members and nodded nonchalantly, "If you enjoy messing with those things, then go ahead, just don’t disturb me."
The one talking to Su Li belonged to the generation of her grandnephews.
The lad always loved tinkering with this sort of thing.
Putting the matter aside, Su Li was now ready to start her retirement.
Yet that did not prevent her from taking a good look at the city.
Having been away for a while, she found the rapidly developing city filled with all sorts of new and fascinating changes.
Su Li decided to explore each one by one.
The best way to understand a city, after all, is to start with its food.
In this lifetime, Su Li never had children of her own, but she had the best rapport with the younger generation in her family.
As long as she was around, the youngsters always loved to crowd around her.
Now, just as she mentioned discovering a tasty little ’fly restaurant’ she wanted to try out, there were volunteers from her family, one, two, three, ready to accompany and protect her.
The little diner Su Li wanted to visit was nestled inside an old and decaying residential area.
Few knew about it; only genuine locals might be aware of the diner’s existence.
Their car could only drive up to the entrance of the area, then they had to proceed on foot for a certain distance.
Unexpectedly, Su Li also spotted an old acquaintance there.
Some distance from the diner, outside a small convenience store, she could hear someone speaking loudly and authoritatively from afar.
The person the speaker mentioned happened to be Su Li herself.
"I used to be the president of a big company, but back then, I never imagined I’d end up in such a state."
"Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned it many times, you were a capable person... from now on, let’s just call you Mr. Ning... hahaha...."
One sarcastic laugh after another followed in waves.
The watching crowd of old men and women called out to Ning Zhiyuan, "Mr. Ning," in mocking tones with exaggerated accents.
Ning Zhiyuan blushed with the commotion these people caused.
No matter what he said, they just wouldn’t believe him.
In a moment of impulse, Ning Zhiyuan blurted out, "Hey, don’t you doubt it, the ’Immortal Grandma’ who’s recently gone viral on Dou Qu... she’s my ex-wife."
"You might think she’s living the good life now, but in reality, it’s all because of the money she siphoned off me when we divorced."
Ning Zhiyuan’s expression was full of spite, making his facial features appear particularly harsh.
The laughter around him only intensified.
"Alright, alright, whatever you say goes, just as long as you’re happy... it’s fine even if you say Su Zhiyuan is your son."
Ning Zhiyuan’s face twisted with emotion, his neck rigid as he argued, "And don’t even start, Su Zhiyuan might not be my son, but before my ex-wife and I divorced, he was my nephew, which rounds up to being a son, doesn’t it?"
Ning Zhiyuan talked more and more, and the laughter around him grew louder and louder.
"Little miss... do you need me to..."
Su Li stopped her grandnephew from frowning, instead, she stood still with interest and watched from a distance the performance of the old acquaintance.
Who would have thought that after so many years, a relationship that had already been cut off could still become something some people brag about, really...
"Ning Zhiyuan, long time no see."
Su Li suddenly spoke up.
Her appearance shocked everyone present, and their gazes continually shifted between Ning Zhiyuan and Su Li.
Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Old Man Ning, I didn’t expect there to be truth in your words."
Then, the person turned to Su Li and asked cautiously, "Old Madam, do you really know Old Man Ning..."
Su Li replied with a smile in her eyes, "I do."
Seeing Su Li’s answer sparked even more curiosity, "So, what Old Man Ning was saying..."
Su Li: "Actually, some of what he said was not wrong."
Ning Zhiyuan, who had been talking big earlier, became especially silent from the moment his ex-wife appeared.
He hung his head low, his expression unclear, always keeping his back turned to Su Li, never turning around.
Some busybodies looking to stir up trouble tugged at Ning Zhiyuan’s clothes, laughing, "Old Man Ning, since you two know each other, why not turn around and say hello?"
But Ning Zhiyuan suddenly made a move to cover his face and run away.
Facing Su Li in person, Ning Zhiyuan felt he didn’t have a shred of dignity to show.
"Ah, this Old Man Ning, his temperament is getting weirder, isn’t it?"
As for Su Li, she seemed to be someone from a world so high above, unattainable for them.
During the conversation, everyone in the neighborhood couldn’t help but soften their tone.
Su Li watched Ning Zhiyuan run away as if escaping, her eyes narrowing into thin slits of laughter.
Ah, seeing you suffer makes my heart feel at ease.
That’s why Su Li always said the original owner was foolish. Why bother running off to another city to heal her wounds?
In reality, all she had to do was wait, and without doing anything, she would still witness the not-so-pleasant latter half of Ning Zhiyuan’s life.
Some people just can’t seem to enjoy the good days and instead want to create their own mess of grievances and debtors.
Putting aside the established fact that he duped the original owner, objectively speaking, his decision to have children at his age was not wise.
And look what happened... it seems he’s not having a good time.
Meanwhile, Ning Zhiyuan ran back home as if fleeing, rushing around so much that his normally inconvenient legs felt lighter.
Ning Linglan, who was playing with her phone on the sofa at home, asked in surprise, "Dad, what’s the matter? You’re all flustered."
Ning Zhiyuan was unusually distracted and didn’t answer his daughter’s question; instead, he turned dazedly into his bedroom and locked himself inside.
At first, Ning Linglan couldn’t figure out her father’s strange behavior until she went outside for a while, only to return home with a belly full of rage.
The group of idle, gossiping old ladies and gentlemen in the neighborhood had given her a new nickname upon seeing her: "Little President Ning."
Her father was Mr. Ning, so wasn’t she Little President Ning? It made sense.
But the mocking tone in their words was too uncomfortable to bear.