I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced - Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Handprint

Translator: _Min_ |

That night, Zhao Xuan couldn’t resist expressing the thoughts that were weighing on his heart. Even though he knew that Song Ling, drunk and suffering from stomach pains, probably hadn’t heard him, he still felt a pang of guilt deep inside.

To alleviate his inner turmoil, he found himself trying to bring Song Ling and Gu Dai together.

With a hopeful gaze, Zhao Xuan looked at Gu Dai and asked, “Miss Gu Dai, could you please check on our President Song? He’s really suffering from stomach pains.”

Gu Dai nodded in agreement, saying, “Let’s go.”

Zhao Xuan, taken aback, exclaimed in disbelief, “You actually agreed?”

“Yes, why not?” Gu Dai responded.

Zhao Xuan chuckled awkwardly, embarrassed, “I thought you wouldn’t agree. I was already preparing what to say to persuade you.”

“There’s no need,” Gu Dai said with a smile.

Following Zhao Xuan, Gu Dai walked into Song Ling’s hospital room.

Song Ling, propped up in bed and working on a laptop, heard the door open and irritably said, “Get out. I’ve said no one is to enter without my permission!”

Hearing Song Ling’s robust voice, Gu Dai looked emotionlessly at Zhao Xuan and coldly asked, “Is this the severe stomach pain you were talking about?”

Zhao Xuan hadn’t expected his lie to be exposed so quickly. In a panic, he stammered, “Miss Gu Dai, our President Song just recovered. When I left just now, he, he…”

Feeling the chill in Gu Dai’s gaze, Zhao Xuan found himself at a loss for words.

He suddenly realized that an angry Miss Gu Dai seemed even more intimidating than Song Ling.

Seeing Gu Dai, Song Ling was momentarily stunned. Regaining his composure, he yanked the needle from his hand, and without even putting on shoes, quickly pulled her into the room.

Gu Dai asked indifferently, “What are you trying to do?”

Smiling, Song Ling said, “You knew I was sick and still came to see me. Do you still have feelings for me?”

Gu Dai furrowed her brows and flatly denied, “No.”

But Song Ling refused to believe it, insisting, “You still like me. Otherwise, why would you follow Zhao Xuan here after knowing I was injured?”

Gu Dai stared at Song Ling for a few seconds, then with a hint of a smile, replied, “Because I wanted to see you in pain, lying in bed, just like the lonely suffering I often endured when I lost my memory and married you. Unfortunately, my expectations were dashed.”

Song Ling’s expression froze, and his face gradually paled.

Outside the room.

Zhao Xuan was feeling troubled by Jiang Yue’s presence. He had finally managed to give Song Ling and Gu Dai some alone time, but she showed up in less than two minutes.

“I’ve brought food for Brother Song Ling,” Jiang Yue said proudly. “Move aside.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, Zhao Xuan whispered, “I’m sorry, Miss Jiang Yue, but President Song is busy with work and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

Unhappy but not wanting to upset Song Ling, Jiang Yue relented, “Then I’ll wait for Brother Song Ling here.”

Fearing a conflict between Gu Dai and Jiang Yue, Zhao Xuan suggested, “President Song might be busy for a few more hours. How about I accompany you shopping in the meantime?”

Jiang Yue glanced at Zhao Xuan, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Fine, today you have the honor of carrying my shopping bags. Not everyone gets this privilege.”

Zhao Xuan nodded eagerly in agreement.

Before he could relax, the door to the room opened, and Gu Dai emerged.

Jiang Yue, in disbelief, glared at Zhao Xuan and demanded, “Didn’t you say Brother Song Ling was busy? Why is Gu Dai here?”

Gu Dai glanced at Jiang Yue and said indifferently, “Your Brother Song Ling is waiting for you in the room. Go ahead.”

Elated, Jiang Yue hurried inside.

Zhao Xuan called out softly to Gu Dai, “Miss Gu Dai…”

Gu Dai, looking at her own hand, advised Zhao Xuan, “If you have time, you should tell President Song to work on his narcissism.”

Inside, Jiang Yue gently said to Song Ling, who was busy working, “Brother

Song Ling, I brought you lunch. Please try it.”

Song Ling responded coldly, “Okay, you can go now.”

“No, I want to make sure you eat it all. And drinking is bad for your health…. Brother Song Ling, why do you have a handprint on your face? Did Gu Dai hit you? She’s so barbaric and hateful!”