I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 235: Discuss These Matters with Zhao Xuan

Chapter 235: Discuss These Matters with Zhao Xuan

Translator: _Min_

When Song Ling and Zhao Xuan were escorted out of the company by Lin Sheng, Gu Dai’s car was already out of sight. Scanning the surroundings, they could only see the silhouette of a red car.

Realizing this, Song Ling’s expression turned increasingly cold, a reflection of whatever thoughts were swirling in his mind. An unceasing chill seemed to emanate from him, permeating the air around.

Zhao Xuan shivered involuntarily, even his breathing becoming cautious. He whispered, “President Song, Miss Gu Dai might not have gone far. Should we follow her?”

Song Ling’s gaze turned icy as he coldly replied, “Why should we follow her?”

Zhao Xuan bowed his head, daring not to utter another word.

Song Ling, with nowhere to vent his anger, furiously got into the car, slamming the door shut, and commanded coldly, “Back to the office!”

Zhao Xuan obediently responded, “Yes, President Song.”

Song Ling’s eyes were dark with turmoil, haunted by the memory of Gu Dai’s radiant smile upon receiving the phone call. His heart was filled with frustration.

It must have been another man who called her!

Staring at the pa.s.sing scenery outside the window, Song Ling couldn’t help but order, “Find out Gu Dai’s location.”

Zhao Xuan hesitated momentarily before complying.

Zhao Xuan sighed softly. Despite his boss’s evident concern for AAiss Gu Dai, he never admitted it and always acted covertly. Miss Gu Dai remained unaware of his feelings.

He couldn’t understand why President Song behaved this way.

Realizing his unusual attention towards Gu Dai, Song Ling’s expression soured. He wanted to retract his order, but Zhao Xuan had already agreed, so he let it be.

Song Ling rubbed his temples, trying to soothe the throbbing.

His phone rang at that moment, displaying an unknown number.

Answering the call, he heard Jiang Yue’s voice.

She cried, “Brother Song Ling, it’s me.”

Song Ling, already agitated by thoughts of Gu Dai, grew even more irked when he heard Jiang Yue’s voice.

Since the wedding incident, his patience with Jiang Yue had dwindled to nothing, even her voice became unbearable.

He had ignored all her calls, leaving them for Zhao Xuan to handle, never expecting her to call his personal number.

Song Ling responded coldly, “Didn’t I tell you to speak to Zhao Xuan about any issues?”

Jiang Yue, hearing the indifference in his voice, felt even more wronged. She should have been the one being comforted.

With a sobbing voice, she said, “Zhao Xuan can’t solve anything. After talking to him, he just uses excuses to dismiss me!”

Song Ling, leaning back in his seat with closed eyes, ignored her words.

Unmet with a response, Jiang Yue’s face soured, but she persisted, “Brother Song Ling, I’ve been transferred from being your secretary to the logistics department.”

Song Ling opened his eyes when he heard this and said, “Good, the logistics department is less demanding and simple, quite suitable for you.”

Jiang Yue had hoped to complain about Zhao Xuan, but instead, Song Ling seemed to approve of the transfer.

Crying, she said, “But the logistics department isn’t easy at all. My colleagues bully me, making me do the hardest work, even mocking me.”

The company staff, aware of her character from the wedding livestream, harbored disdain for her.

Song Ling’s trust in Jiang Yue had completely eroded. He didn’t believe her story, thinking she was fabricating it for sympathy.

Song Ling replied dismissively, “How could your colleagues mock you? You’re overthinking it. It’s unavoidable to interact with them at work. Don’t make baseless accusations.”

Jiang Yue was stunned, suppressing the urge to lash out in anger.

She had specifically bought a new SIM card, hoping that after sharing her grievances, Song Ling would support her. But things turned out entirely differently.

Jiang Yue persisted, “Brother Song Ling, they really are mocking me. I’m not mistaken, you…”

Song Ling, not wanting to hear anymore, interrupted her coldly, “Discuss these matters with Zhao Xuan on the phone. He will handle it better than me..”