I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 124: Being Played Like A Fool

Chapter 124: Being Played Like A Fool

Translator: _Min_

Without waiting for Song Ling to react, Gu Dai began to scold, “Grandpa is standing in such a perilous spot; what if he accidentally falls? Couldn’t you have indulged him first to get him down?”

Song Ling’s face turned ashen.

Didn’t he want to coax his grandpa down? It was just that Gu Dai had appeared as he was about to speak. Moreover, his grandpa behaved completely differently with him compared to Gu Dai; he hardly listened to him!

w.a.n.g Lan, astonished that Gu Dai dared to reprimand Song Ling, snapped, “Gu Dai, what do you mean by—”

Gu Dai turned her head, fixing w.a.n.g Lan with a chilly gaze.

w.a.n.g Lan faltered, speechless and retreating two steps in fear.

Regaining her composure, w.a.n.g Lan’s face turned even graver. She used to be the one giving Gu Dai dirty looks; now the tables had turned and she found herself afraid.

Noticing w.a.n.g Lan’s hostility and unfazed by it, Gu Dai said, nonchalant, “Instead of finding time to scold me, perhaps you should consult an eye doctor for your flawed vision. After all, a person who favors the niece of an mistress and tries to introduce the said person to their son is increasingly rare.”

w.a.n.g Lan’s face contorted with humiliation. She opened her mouth to retort but found herself at a loss for words.

Growing tired of further entanglement with these people, Gu Dai turned to Song An and whispered, “Grandpa shall 1 take you home?”

Ever since Gu Dai’s arrival, Song An’s attention had s.h.i.+fted away from everyone else. He nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, yes!”

After Gu Dai helped Song An into the car, Song Ling finally came to his senses, shouting, “Grandpa, don’t go with her! We can take you home!”

Song An ignored Song Ling’s words, showing no interest in engaging with him.

Song Zhi, Song An’s personal butler, also boarded Gu Dai’s car. After all, he was there to serve the old man, and if Song An’s choice was to go with Gu Dai, then it was none of his concern.

Gu Dai’s car then audaciously drove off, leaving only its diminis.h.i.+ng outline.

w.a.n.g Lan was nearly exploding with rage. She turning her eyes to Jiang Yue, her gaze hardened as she sneered, “As long as I live, 1 won’t allow someone like you to marry into the Song family. Those disgraceful videos of you have already circulated widely; our family can’t afford such humiliation!”

Song Yu chimed in, “Exactly, 1 would never accept you as my sister-in-law!”

After all, she had originally wanted Jiang Yue as her sister-in-law because she was presentable and could be flaunted in front of her friends. But now that Jiang Yue was embroiled in such a scandal, she would become a subject of ridicule rather than envy.

As Song Yu pondered the humiliation she might face, w.a.n.g Lan also foresaw the days of ridicule that lay ahead, particularly from Zhang Hua. Her mood soured even further, and her gaze toward Jiang Yue became increasingly venomous, as if she wished to tear her apart right there and then.

Noticing w.a.n.g Lan’s glare, Song Ling spoke before she could act, “Mom, you and Song Yu go find grandpa first.”

Reluctantly, w.a.n.g Lan agreed, her defiance wilting under Song Ling’s icy stare.

Jiang Yue, standing behind Song Ling, watched the retreating figures of w.a.n.g Lan and Song Yu with a triumphant smile.

Jiang Yue thought, “So what if they don’t want me in the Song family? The person marrying me is Song Ling, and he’s willing to do so!”

Song Ling glanced down at Jiang Yue and murmured, “Jiang Yue.”

Snapping out of her reverie, Jiang Yue quickly erased the smug expression from her face and looked up, asking, “When are you going to marry me, Brother Song Ling?”

Song Ling paused for a few seconds before saying, “Let’s give it some time.”

Jiang Yue was stunned. Recovering quickly, she gripped his arm and urgently asked, “Is it because of my aunt? I’ve really cut ties with her, you must believe me! Or is it those videos? Those aren’t me; they’re all fake…”

Frowning, Song Ling looked down at Jiang Yue.

He detested being lied to. He had tolerated Jiang Yue time and again because she had saved his life. But now, even when faced with overwhelming evidence, she still insisted that the person in those videos wasn’t her, claiming they were fabricated.

It was as if she thought he was a fool.

At that moment, the Jiang Yue before him felt like a stranger, a far cry from the woman who had once saved him. He even began to suspect that the person who had rescued him and the Jiang Yue standing before him were not the same individual..