I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 132:1 Regret Marrying You

Chapter 132:1 Regret Marrying You

Translator: _Min_

Chu Min stepped out of the car and walked directly up to Gu Dai. Along with his suited entourage, he bowed slightly and greeted, “Miss, we’ve come to take you home.”

Diligently taking Gu Dai’s bag from her, Chu Min helped her into the car.

Snapping back to reality, Song Ling rushed forward and exclaimed, “Gu Dai, you can’t leave! We haven’t settled things yet. What is your purpose for coming to the Song family?”

Gu Dai looked coldly at Song Ling. She had no desire to waste her breath explaining the long list of events—her cruise accident, her amnesia—to this fool.

Song Ling, not receiving an explanation, stubbornly stood in her way.

Seeing this, Gu Dai spoke icily, “I’ve already made things quite clear. If you don’t believe me, feel free to investigate on your own. Stop bothering me. We’re divorced; the mere sight of you annoys me. I hope you keep your distance in the future.”

A shadow crossed Song Ling’s face as he retorted, “So you’re saying you have resentment because we’re divorced? What if we were to remarry—”

Gu Dai interrupted, her voice laced with frost, “I was the one who demanded the divorce. There’s no chance of us getting back together. Besides, 1 already regret ever marrying you. Persisting in this matter would only make me lose all respect for you.”

Chu Min, clearly pleased, disdainfully pushed Song Ling aside and helped Gu Dai into the car.

Once the suited men boarded the vehicle in an orderly manner, the car door slammed shut with a “thud,” and the vehicle sped away, leaving a cloud of dust to settle on the stunned Song Ling’s face.

The servants, hearing the commotion, couldn’t resist discussing amongst themselves in hushed tones.

“The former lady seems so imposing now, almost like a different person.”

“I can’t believe the young master was the one who got divorced.”

Song Ling shot them a chilling glance when he heard the whispers.

The servants promptly closed their mouths when they caught his piecing gaze. Only when he walked away did they exhale in relief.

Indeed, a ditched man was not to be trifled with. For a moment there, it seemed like Song Ling wanted to kill them.

Zhao Xuan felt the same, cautiously shrinking into the driver’s seat, trying to minimize his presence.

Song Ling spoke coldly, “To the company.”

Zhao Xuan promptly acknowledged.

Closing his eyes, Song Ling replayed his conversation with Gu Dai, growing more agitated as he thought about it. A relentless chill emanated from him.

All Zhao Xuan could hope for was that Song Ling wouldn’t vent his anger on him.

Song Ling opened his eyes and called out coldly, “Zhao Xuan.”

Zhao Xuan’s body quivered as he stammered, “Wh-what is it, Mr. Song?”

Song Ling instructed, “When Gu Dai and I got married, she took a sum of money from the old man. Investigate what she used it for.”

He refused to believe that Gu Dai had divorced him over his performance in bed; there must be another reason, and her motives for marrying him couldn’t possibly be so straightforward.

Not daring to delay, Zhao Xuan quickly acknowledged, “Yes, Mr. Song. 1’11 get on it as soon as we reach the company.”

Meanwhile, in another car.

Gu Dai looked at the crew of burly men and asked Chu Min with curiosity, “How did you know 1 was at the Song residence, and why did you bring so many people?”

Clearing his throat, Chu Min answered, “Third Young Master Meng just returned to the country and isn’t familiar with local matters. He called me to pick you up. I brought these men to bolster your presence and ensure no one would dare to mistreat you.”

Chu Min became visibly anxious. He hurriedly looked at Gu Dai and inquired, “Boss, were you mistreated at the Song house? If you were, we can go back right now and teach them a lesson!”

Gu Dai chuckled and spoke with a hint of resignation, “Why does the Song family seem like a den of cannibals in your eyes?”

Chu Min didn’t deny her observation and earnestly nodded, “The Song family is exactly that—a den of cannibals. Apart from Old Master Song, who is a sensible man, the rest are no good. Especially Song Ling; you’ve already divorced him, yet he’s still pestering you!”

Gu Dai picked up a cookie from the car’s snack tray and took leisurely bites. “Don’t worry,” she said languidly. “Grandpa has always been on my side, and 1 won’t give them a chance to bully me..”