I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced

Chapter 133: Your Misconception

Translator: _Min_

Chu Min nodded, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Gu Dai. However, when he thought of Song Ling’s persistence, he couldn’t help but ask, “Boss, I get the feeling that Song Ling regrets his decision and wants to remarry you. Is that so?”

Gu Dai was blunt. “That’s your misconception.”

Chu Min was speechless.

Though Chu Min didn’t think it was a misconception—his intuition was usually accurate, and Song Ling did look like a man full of regret.

He saw Gu Dai’s incredulous expression and thought better of pressing the point. “If he did want to remarry you, Boss, would you consider it?” he asked quietly.

Gu Dai replied firmly, “No.”

After answering, she looked at Chu Min and added, speechless, “You’ve already asked me this. No matter how many times you ask in the future, the answer will still be ‘no.’ This won’t change, and I’ve already made it quite clear to Song Ling.”

Chu Min quickly nodded, “As long as the boss doesn’t go back on her decision, it’s good. After all, that Song Ling has poor character and worse judgment; he’s not worthy of you!”

Chu Min felt relieved deep down. Thank goodness Gu Dai truly didn’t like Song Ling anymore; that meant his brother still had a chance.

Gu Dai looked at Chu Min and suddenly remembered something. “The music at today’s wedding, was that arranged by Su Ting?”

Chu Min froze momentarily, incredulous. “How did you know, boss?”

Gu Dai glanced at him and said emotionlessly, “I guessed. After all, Su Ting is currently abroad for his training, and the only person he’s familiar with here should be you. So, it’s likely he asked you for the favor. But what made you agree? As far as I remember, you guys weren’t that close before.”

Chu Min spontaneously answered, “Isn’t it all to get back at Song Ling? Since we have a common enemy in this regard, we quickly came to an agreement.”

Nodding, Gu Dai said, “Alright, I didn’t consider that. By the way, my car is still at the Song house. Could you arrange for someone to bring it back?”

Chu Min immediately responded, “Of course, boss!”

The atmosphere grew quiet. A question popped into Chu Min’s mind, but he hesitated, torn about whether or not to voice his doubts.

Gu Dai was resting her eyes but sensed the person beside her shifting awkwardly. She spoke, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Taking her permission as a green light, Chu Min voiced his curiosity, “Boss, how did you meet Su Ting in the first place?”

Gu Dai explained, “Three years ago, I accidentally hit Su Ting with my car. After an investigation, I found out he was an orphan. I then covered his living expenses and helped him a few times in his career. Combined with his own efforts, he became a worldwide sensation.”

Chu Min nodded in understanding, then followed up with another question, “Did this happen abroad?”

Shaking her head, Gu Dai replied, “No, it was here in this country.”

Here?

Chu Min furrowed his brows in confusion. He had conducted an investigation about Su Ting when he found out he was a person of interest to Gu Dai. According to what he knew, Su Ting had been abroad for the past three years. Could it be his investigation was flawed?

Or perhaps Gu Dai was misremembering, given how much time had passed?

Back in his office, Song Ling was seething with a palpable coldness, unsatisfied with every plan that came his way. One by one, he called the project managers into his office, berating them until they were soaked in humiliation.

The employees who witnessed this were trembling, increasingly uneasy.

“What happened to President Song? He’s always been intimidating, but never this scary!”

“Didn’t you watch the live broadcast? His wedding with Ms. Jiang fell apart because Jiang Yue cuckolded him. Who could bear such humiliation? No wonder he’s in a foul mood.”

“What? Even someone as wealthy as Song Ling can get cuckolded? What chance do I stand then?”

Frustrated, Song Ling looked at the contract in his hands and tossed it onto his desk.

He realized he couldn’t focus on anything; his mind kept drifting back to Gu Dai’s haughty and disdainful expression as she left. The memory gnawed at him, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else..