I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 45: Miss Gu Dai

Chapter 45: Miss Gu Dai

Translator: _Min_

Although Gu Dai refrained from revealing details about her past three years, Su Ting, after his recent interactions with Song Ling, managed to surmise some of her experiences. This insight intensified his passion for Gu Dai.

Su Ting gently disengaged Gu Dai’s hand from his mouth, his voice soothing as he forted her, “Sister, let bygones be bygones. We don’t need to linger over those three years, because we have the next three years, and even thirty years ahead…”

Gu Dai gave a nod, assuring him, “Indeed, those three years were inconsequential. No need to dwell on them. Planting flowers is more significant right now.”

Seeing Gu Dai’s understanding, Su Ting exhaled a breath of relief.

Gu Dai’s mother was a passionate flower lover, who enjoyed cultivating a diverse array of them herself.

Her father never found this hobby whimsical; instead, he put every effort into fulfilling his wife’s wish. He sourced these flowers globally, planting them in the greenhouse.

The process of gathering and transporting all these flowers and seeds consumed a significant amount of time, hence, the flowers Gu Dai and Su Ting had just planted were merely the initial batch. This batch was small, allowing them to finish the job swiftly.

Gazing at the result of their two-hour endeavor, Gu Dai expressed her satisfaction, “Over the next few days, more flowers will arrive gradually.”

Su Ting agreed, “Yes, once we’ve planted all of them, it will indeed look stunning.”

Gu Dai seemed to envision the future brilliance of the greenhouse filled with flowers.

Meanwhile, at Song Corporation,

Zhao Xuan nudged open the office door, finding Song Ling engrossed in his work. Taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to announce, “President Song, your dinner is ready.”

After delivering the message, Zhao Xuan intended to withdraw quickly, but Song Ling halted him, “What’s the update on the legendary doctor?”

Realizing he couldn’t evade the inquiry, Zhao Xuan reluctantly responded, “There’s progress. We were close to locating the photograph…”

Song Ling interrupted Zhao Xuan’s stuttering explanation, raising his head from the documents. His icy gaze fixated on Zhao Xuan, “Zhao Xuan, you know 1 have no patience for nonsense.”

Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Zhao Xuan confessed, “The legendary doctor discovered our investigation and put a stop to it.”

Song Ling remained silent, his dark eyes boring into Zhao Xuan.

Under Song Ling’s scrutiny, Zhao Xuan felt a knot tighten in his chest.

After what seemed like an eternity, Song Ling finally shifted his gaze, and Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ling manded, “Alright, noted. However, you must accelerate the process. Yueyue’s hand can’t wait indefinitely. Keep me informed immediately about any new development.”

Zhao Xuan promptly acknowledged, “Yes, President Song.”

Inwardly, Zhao Xuan felt torn. Eventually, he mustered up the courage to share his observation, “President Song, the man standing with your wife on the day of your divorce bore a resemblance to the legendary doctor’s disciple.”

Song Ling stared at Zhao Xuan, “What did you just say?”

Faced with Song Ling’s probing, Zhao Xuan lost his nerve to elaborate further. But Song Ling didn’t really need him to continue.

“The man acpanying Gu Dai cannot possibly be the disciple of the legendary doctor. And Zhao, Gu Dai and 1 are divorced. I hope you will rectify your language soon and stop referring to her as ‘my wife’. This time, 1’11 let it pass, but 1 won’t be so forgiving next time!”

Zhao Xuan opened his mouth, a flood of words brewing in his mind, but all he managed to utter was, “Understood, President Song. Any other instructions?”

It was already io p.m., and Zhao Xuan was hoping for no more tasks. He yearned to plete the remaining work quickly and head home for rest.

Without sparing a glance at Zhao Xuan, Song Ling opened the lunch box on his table, dismissively stating, “No, you can leave.”

Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to depart from the daunting office, Song Ling’s voice rang out again, “Why does tonight’s dinner taste different? How dare you serve me something so insipid?”

Zhao Xuan replied, “The previous meals were prepared by your wife… I mean, Miss Gu Dai….”