I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 85: I'd be a Dog

Chapter 85: I’d be a Dog

Translator: _Min_

Although Song Ling had previously been unfamiliar with clothing and jewelry, in recent times, Jiang Yue had made him purchase a number of pieces from high-end brands, so he had gained some understanding.

Reflecting on Gu Dai’s attire that day, Song Ling suddenly realized that everything she wore was limited edition.

How could Gu Dai possibly afford it? It must have been given to her by some man! Truly a gold-digger, flitting from man to man.

Ha, she had once claimed to love him, but it must have been his money she was after!

Gu Dai was unaware of the disdain Song Ling had just heaped on her in his heart. Even if she had known, she wouldn’t have cared, as nothing was more important to her right now than finding the painting.

Chu Min yawned, dragging his feet, inquiring puzzledly, “Boss, why did you call me to the company so late?”

Finding a moment, Gu Dai replied to Chu Min, “Come help me find a painting. It’s Master Cui Song’s ‘Moon.’”

Chu Min’s eyes widened, sleepiness vanis.h.i.+ng in an instant, as he began searching through the storeroom.

After looking for ten minutes, Chu Min held up an object, calling to Gu Dai, “Boss, take a look, is this it?”

Gu Dai glanced over, and seeing the lifelike image within, she nodded excitedly, “Yes, that’s it!”

Chu Min sighed in relief after finding the painting. It was then that he remembered something he’d ignored, “Boss, wasn’t this painting bought by Song Ling? How come it’s in your company’s storeroom?”

Gu Dai, admiring the artwork, replied, “Song Ling sent it over.”

Chu Min froze, then paced back and forth, worrying, “Song Ling suddenly sending you a painting can’t be a good sign. Has he realized that he likes you after the divorce? Yes, that must be it!”

Gu Dai carefully put away the painting and looked at the worried Chu Min, saying, “Stop imagining things. This painting was sent to Miss Gu, and in his eyes, I’m now Miss Gu’s secretary. And don’t worry, Song Ling will never like me in this lifetime.”

Even though Gu Dai had lost her memory for three years, she remembered everything that had happened during that time, including the full disdain in Song Ling’s eyes every time he looked at her.

Chu Min, after he processed the information for a while, finally understood her meaning.

But he disagreed with her last statement, “Boss, you’re so outstanding, Song Ling is bound to fall for you. Plus, that’s how they portray it in TV dramas!”

Gu Dai glared at Chu Min, stating seriously, “Watch less TV drama; those things are fake and can’t happen in real life!”

Even after Gu Dai had said that, Chu Min persisted, “What if—I’m just saying what if—what if Song Ling likes you one day, Boss, will you go back to him?” “No!” Gu Dai replied firmly, elaborating, “I might fall for someone in the future, but never Song Ling! If I went back to him, I’d be a dog!”

Meanwhile, at the Song family’s old mansion.

Jiang Yue sat beside w.a.n.g Lan, asking softly, “Auntie, why did you call me out so late? What’s the matter?”

w.a.n.g Lan grasped Jiang Yue’s hand, her tone bitter, “Yueyue, I feel that I’ve been tricked by Gu Dai!”

After so long, w.a.n.g Lan had figured it out; the only person who knew about her painting and dared to retaliate against her must be the recently changed Gu Dai!

w.a.n.g Lan recounted the entire incident to Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue couldn’t help but mentally scold w.a.n.g Lan in her mind as a “fool.” Such an obvious scam, and she fell right for it!

However, on the surface, Jiang Yue still softly comforted her, “Auntie, it’s all because Gu Dai is too cunning. I might have been fooled too if I were in your place. By the way, have you told Song Ling? Has he said he’ll help you solve this?”

w.a.n.g Lan shook her head, “I told Song Ling, but not only did he not go to deal with that wretched little Gu Dai, he even decided to make me pay her five hundred million yuan. Just now, he arranged for someone to forcefully make me sign a loan contract, saying the five hundred million was a temporary loan, and that I should repay him later..”