I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 103: Your Misperception

Chapter 103: Your Misperception

Translator: _Min_

Zhou Ye constantly watched Zhou Ci, noticing that he was gazing intently at

Gu Dai. He inquired, “Grandson, do you like Gu Dai?”

Jolted from his daze, Zhou Ci replied with a grin, “Yes, Grandpa, you must help me seize the opportunity.”

Zhou Ye glared at him, well aware of Zhou Ci’s past actions. However, the intensity of Zhou Ci’s gaze towards Gu Dai seemed genuine. “1 can help, but only if you’re truly serious about her. If you act like before, I’ll break your legs!”

In Zhou Ci’s mind, an image of Gu Dai appeared. Compared to the other women he’d known in the past, they paled in significance.

Noting Zhou Ci’s prolonged silence, Zhou Ye, in a mock display of impatience, lifted his cane and tapped it lightly on Zhou Ci’s leg, asking, “Well? What do you have to say?”

Clutching his leg and feigning pain, Zhou Ci responded, “I’m serious! Absolutely serious!”

After his affirmation, Zhou Ci remembered something and looked at Zhou Ye with a puzzled expression. “Grandpa, do you know Gu Dai?”

In Zhou Ye’s mind, he chuckled. Given that they all moved in the same circles, how could he not know her? Though Zhou Ye had taken a step back from company matters in recent years, he clearly remembered past events. He’d even encountered Gu Dai a few times at banquets.

Ignoring what he considered a rather silly question from Zhou Ci, Zhou Ye walked towards where Gu Dai stood.

Respectfully, Gu Dai and Meng Zhi greeted, “Good day, Grandpa Zhou.”

Waving his hand dismissively, Zhou Ye replied warmly, “It’s been years, yet the young miss from the Gu family has grown so much. Yet she remains as radiant as ever, just like when she was little.”

Smiling, Gu Dai responded, “Grandpa Zhou, you’re just as 1 remember, ever so charismatic.”

Zhou Ye chuckled heartily and stopped exchanging flattering words with each other. Then he turned his attention to Meng Zhi, asking, “Young man from the Meng family, will you be going abroad again after returning this time?”

Meng Zhi glanced at Gu Dai and then replied, “I don’t plan on going abroad for now. Unless something comes up, 1 don’t think I’ll be leaving.”

It was well known to Zhou Ye that the three Meng brothers shared a deep bond with Gu Dai and her siblings. He suspected Meng Zhi’s current decision was influenced by Gu Dai’s return.

Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity while Meng Zhi and Zhou Ye conversed, Zhou Ci sidled up to Gu Dai, saying playfully, “Gu Dai, I never realized you were the owner of Linxian Pavilion. No wonder the food was so delicious during those three years!”

Gu Dai, not particularly keen on engaging with Zhou Ci, drifted into her thoughts.

During the three years of her amnesia, she had showcased an innate talent for cooking. While talent was essential, so was hard work. In the hours unknown to others, she tirelessly honed her culinary skills, striving to create the most delectable dishes for Song Ling. And only for Song Ling.

Hearing Zhou Ci’s words, Gu Dai softly inquired, “You’ve eaten the food I cooked?”

Zhou Ci nodded vigorously. “Of course! Many times, when Song Ling wouldn’t eat, he’d give it to me. Initially, I thought it was made by a cook from the Song family. I even considered hiring her. Only later did I realize it was you.”

Gu Dai sighed deeply. While she had antic.i.p.ated this revelation, a twinge of annoyance still flickered within her upon hearing the confirmation.

She brushed it off, thinking that the dishes she had prepared during her amnesiac phase were nothing compared to her true culinary prowess.

As Zhou Ci processed her response, he hesitantly posed a probing question, “If Song Ling were to fall for you now, would you consider being with him?”

She couldn’t understand why everyone kept asking her this. Her answer remained unchanged. “No! Besides, Song Ling is so smitten with Jiang Yue. He wouldn’t have regrets.”

Zhou Ci, however, held a contrary view. “Why not? I can sense Song Ling’s regrets.”

Gu Dai briefly shot Zhou Ci a stern glance, replying firmly, “That’s merely your misperception.”

As she walked away, Zhou Ci muttered to himself, “I’ve known Song Ling for years. I understand his feelings. How could I be mistaken?”

As the group approached the entrance to the private dining room, they noticed a man in chef’s attire already waiting inside..