I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced - Chapter 628
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Chapter 628: Regret
Wang Lan was utterly dumbfounded, her mind momentarily crashing. “You’re saying that Gu Dai also saved you from that fire back then?”
Song Ling confirmed, “Yes.”
Song Yu fell silent too. She remembered how she had always been unreasonable and bullied Gu Dai in the past, yet unbeknownst to them, Gu Dai had saved them multiple times, a debt that couldn’t be repaid with mere money.
After a long silence, Wang Lan looked at Song Ling and asked, “Is it too late for me to make amends with Gu Dai now?”
Song Yu eagerly looked at Song Ling as well, “Yeah, is it too late?”
Considering the distance Gu Dai had always maintained whenever she met him, Song Ling breathed deeply before giving a definitive answer, “It’s too late.”
Drowned in regret, Wang Lan lamented, “If only I hadn’t looked down on Gu Dai’s background and targeted her all the time, she might still be my daughter-in-law.”
Song Yu quickly added, “And she would still be my sister-in-law, but now there’s no chance. She has already registered her marriage with Su Ting.”
Song Ling also regretted his own coldness towards Gu Dai, especially considering how Jiang Yue had continually hurt her.
Suddenly, Song Ling, belatedly realizing something, fixed his gaze on Song Yu and demanded, “What did you just say?”
Startled by his questioning, Song Yu instinctively replied, “Sister Gu Dai would still be my sister-in-law.”
Song Ling sharply said, “Not that!”
Realizing what Song Ling meant, Song Yu’s body tensed up, and she nervously stammered, “Sister Gu Dai and Su Ting have registered their marriage.”
A dark cloud seemed to pass over Song Ling’s vision, and despite already knowing the answer, he couldn’t help but hold onto a sliver of hope, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Registered what?”
Under Song Ling’s intense gaze, Song Yu stuttered, “Their marriage.”
Song Ling’s last hope dissipated, and he walked back to his room in a daze, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Seeing Song Ling’s condition, Song Yu felt uneasy and moved to follow him, but Wang Lan grabbed her wrist.
“Let your brother be alone for a while,” Wang Lan said.
Song Yu frowned slightly, “But what if something happens to him in his current state?”
Wang Lan shook her head, “Nothing will happen. Don’t disturb him.”
As Wang Lan spoke, she stood up and walked out of the room.
Song Yu hurriedly asked, “Mom, where are you going?”
Wang Lan paused, silent for a few seconds before responding, “I need to calm down too.”
Once back in his room, Song Ling took out his phone and entered Gu Dai’s number, his finger hesitating over the call button before he opted to send a message instead.
Song Ling: I heard you got married.
Time ticked by from day to night, and still, there was no reply from Gu Dai.
Just then, a notification popped up on his phone.
#Newlyweds Su Ting and Gu Dai Enjoy a Sweet Candlelit Dinner!#
With trembling fingers, Song Ling clicked on the notification and saw a photo.
In the photo, Gu Dai and Su Ting were sharing dinner, smiling at each other as they conversed about something amusing.
A realization struck Song Ling—he had never shared such a meal with Gu Dai. Every time she brought him food, he was the one eating while she stood by awkwardly, waiting to clear the dishes.
He also remembered how he used to vent his frustrations about work on her and he still remembered his cruel words.
“If it weren’t for Grandpa forcing me, I would never want to marry you. My heart belongs only to Jiang Yue. I’ll divorce you sooner or later! Did you tattle on me for not coming home last night?”
Gu Dai had tried to explain, but he never listened, always cutting her off with insults until his frustration faded, leaving her to swallow her tears in silence.
As the memory of Gu Dai’s tearful, aggrieved face surfaced in his mind, Song Ling’s heart ached sharply.
With clenched fists and tears streaming down his face, Song Ling murmured a remorseful, “I’m sorry….”