I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 261:1 am your grandfather

Chapter 261:1 am your grandfather

Translator: _Min_ |

Zhou Ci chuckled, “Is it because your company’s staff is so incompetent that you have to investigate matters yourself?”

Zhao Xuan, entering the office to deliver coffee to Song Ling, trembled upon hearing Zhou Ci’s comment.

He hadn’t expected the conversation to turn towards him, despite his carefulness.

Fortunately, Song Ling was absorbed in the code and didn’t have time to get angry with him. Zhao Xuan hurried out of the office.

Song Ling, scrutinizing the dense code, paused and turned to Zhou Ci, asking, “Do you know the Legendary Doctor?”

Zhou Ci, looking baffled, shook his head, then said, “It’s just a doctor, right? I’ll have someone look into it, and we’ll find him soon.”

Song Ling looked at Zhou Ci disdainfully, “That’s impossible.”

Under Song Ling’s skeptical gaze, Zhou Ci’s confidence waned.

He averted his gaze and coughed lightly. Noticing the investigation materials about Meng Chuan on Song Ling’s desk, he quickly changed the subject, “I never thought you’d be a fan after knowing you for so many years.”

Song Ling frowned, “You think I like Meng Chuan?”

Zhou Ci, puzzled, asked, “Then why are you so interested in him? Are you planning to start an entertainment company and sign Meng Chuan? But I remember he’s mostly focused on the international market.”

Song Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, “You seem to know a lot about Meng Chuan. Do you know him?”

Zhou Ci, startled, quickly denied, “No, no, I really don’t know him.”

Song Ling just looked at him coldly.

Zhou Ci, feeling guilty, murmured, “Meng Chuan is an academy winner. It’s normal for me to know about him…”

Song Ling reminded him coldly, “Remember, our two companies have a partners.h.i.+p going on.”

Under Song Ling’s implicit threat, Zhou Ci reluctantly admitted, “Alright, I know Meng Chuan, but it’s from our childhood.”

Zhou Ci recounted, “I was taken to a Meng family banquet by my grandfather. Meng Chuan, as a child, looked delicate like a doll. I thought he was a girl and teased him a bit, which ended up with him chasing me all night.”

Song Ling frowned slightly, glancing at Zhou Ci, “So your habit of teasing others started in childhood.”

Zhou Ci hung his head, murmuring, “I, I…”

Song Ling, not caring for Zhou Ci’s response, gazed at him intently, “When you met Meng Chuan at the Meng family… could he be the young master of the Meng family?”

Considering this possibility, Song Ling felt a bit panicked.

“If Meng Chuan is the Meng family’s young master, then he’s Gu Dai’s brother!”

Song Ling, recalling his actions against Meng Chuan today, suddenly felt foolish.

Zhou Ci frowned, exclaiming, “Gu Dai is divorced from you. Whether Meng Chuan is her brother has nothing to do with you!”

Song Ling’s gaze turned icy.

Zhou Ci, struggling to maintain composure, added, “As far as I know, the Meng family has only two grandchildren, one taking over the company and the other into racing. So, I don’t think Meng Chuan is one of them.”

Song Ling rubbed his aching temples, “If Meng Chuan isn’t a grandson of the Meng family, what is his ident.i.ty?”

Zhou Ci shook his head, honestly answering, “I don’t know.”

“But I do know something,” Zhou Ci added.

Song Ling glared at him, “Speak up, don’t dawdle.”

Zhou Ci revealed, “A friend in the entertainment industry told me that Meng Chuan once put a lot of effort into searching for a girl.”

In Song Ling’s mind, the image of Gu Dai appeared instantaneously.

Lowering his gaze, Song Ling spoke softly, “Could it be about finding Gu Dai?”

The mere thought of this possibility made his expression turn icy, his aura growing colder by the second.

Zhou Ci, realizing he was in over his head, quietly gathered the contract he had intended to sign with Song Ling and left on tiptoe. He suddenly realized that partnering with other companies might not be such a bad idea after all.

The ringtone of a cell phone echoed through the office.

Song Ling, with a vacant look in his eyes, raised his sore fingers and shakily retrieved his phone from his pocket.

Song Ling asked, “Who…”

From the other end of the phone, the angry voice of Song An boomed, “I am your grandfather! You have ten minutes to get back to the family residence, or else you can wait and see what happens!”