I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 508: Not For You

Chapter 508: Not For You

Translator: _Min_ |

After posing his question, Song Ling already had an answer in his heart.

Gu Dai stepped forward, “I made it.”

“Did you make it today?” Song Ling asked.

Gu Dai nodded, “Yes.”

Taking a deep breath, Song Ling lowered his head, “Just now, you refused to make a scent for me, saying you don’t easily make scents for others. Yet, you had made one for Su Ting before that. Gu Dai, do you have anything to explain?”

Su Ting took Gu Dai’s hand, fixing his gaze on Song Ling.

Seeing Su Ting and Gu Dai standing together, their defensive posture towards him, Song Ling felt even more displeased.

He lowered his gaze to hide the darkness in his eyes and bit out, “Gu Dai.”

Gu Dai found Song Ling’s demand puzzling, “I said I don’t easily make scents, but I didn’t say I never make them.”

After a pause, she clarified, “More precisely, I don’t want to make one for you.”

Watching Gu Dai and Su Ting walk away, Song Ling covered his aching heart with his hand.

Gu Dai turned to Su Ting, “Why did w.a.n.g Fu and Song Shan order their people to strike?”

Su Ting shook his head, “I haven’t found out why yet.”

After saying this, he suddenly remembered the conversation between w.a.n.g Fu and Song Shan, “The person behind this might be surnamed Zhou.”

Gu Dai was taken aback, “Zhou?”

She thought for a moment but couldn’t recall anyone with the surname Zhou in her memory.

Su Ting nodded, “I don’t remember offending anyone with the surname Zhou.

It looks like I’ll have to do some investigating later.”

In a house on the outskirts of the capital.

w.a.n.g Fu, head bowed, dejectedly shared that he had signed the termination contract.

Song Shan rubbed his hands together, his eyes eagerly fixed on Zhou Lin behind the desk, “President Zhou, the penalty fee totals 170 million. When will you transfer the money to my account?”

“What penalty fee?” Zhou Lin asked, puzzled.

Song Shan froze, then shook his head to dispel the foreboding thoughts, forcing a smile, “President Zhou, it’s the penalty fee for breaching the contract with Su Corporation.”

“What does your project have to do with me?” Zhou Lin asked.

Song Shan spoke urgently, “President Zhou, I was working for you.”

Zhou Lin’s expression remained neutral, “So what if you were? Who told you not to terminate the contract yourself?”

w.a.n.g Fu glanced between Zhou Lin and Song Shan, who had collapsed to the floor, feeling relieved he had signed the termination contract.

Thinking of the projects Zhou Lin had promised him, Song Shan’s face regained some color.

He believed that completing those projects would not only cover the penalty fee but also leave him with a surplus.

Eagerly looking at Zhou Lin, Song Shan said, “President Zhou, about the projects we agreed on…”

Zhou Lin signaled his secretary to hand over a contract to them.

Song Shan quickly opened it but was stunned by its contents.

Disbelieving, he flipped through it several times before stuttering, “President Zhou, did you give us the wrong contract? Why is there only one project listed here?”

Hearing this, w.a.n.g Fu also hurried over to look at the contract and followed up, “Yes, President Zhou, did you make a mistake?”

“No mistake,” Zhou Lin said.

Song Shan, his hands trembling with emotion, slammed them on the desk and stared at Zhou Lin in anger, “But the list originally had several projects.”

Zhou Lin appeared to recall something and nodded, “Oh, yes, I did mention that.”

w.a.n.g Fu’s eyes lit up, pus.h.i.+ng Song Shan aside, “President Zhou, you…”

Before w.a.n.g Fu could finish, Zhou Lin cut him off, “I did show you several projects, but I only showed them to you. I never said we would collaborate on them.”

Song Shan’s entire body was shaking, “President Zhou, you can’t be serious.”

w.a.n.g Fu’s expression turned sour, “The project you’ve given us doesn’t even compare to a tenth of what we would have made with Su Corporation.

Moreover, it carries a high risk. We could end up losing money on it.”

Zhou Lin nodded, “Correct.”

Stepping back, Song Shan said, “President Zhou, we were working for you, and this is how you treat us?”

Zhou Lin remained silent, giving his secretary a look.

The secretary, understanding the cue, approached them with a smile, “President w.a.n.g, President Song, if there are no issues, please sign the

contract..”