I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 92: Song Family's secrets

Chapter 92: Song Family’s secrets

Translator: _Min_

Feeling deceived, Song Ling’s anger flared. In a few strides, he went up to Gu Dai, raised his hand to grip her arm tightly, and demanded furiously, “Gu Dai, aren’t you Miss Gu’s a.s.sistant? Why are you now kneeling before the founders of the Gu Group?”

Gu Dai’s brows furrowed in annoyance as she shook off Song Ling’s grip on her arm and moved to leave, unable to understand why everyone seemed intent on bothering her today!

Seeing Gu Dai’s reluctance to engage with him, Song Ling’s face darkened. He intercepted her again, his voice cold, “Gu Dai, did 1 say you could leave? Also, if you’re an a.s.sistant, why would you be kneeling before the gravestone? What’s your real ident.i.ty, and what’s your connection with the Gu family?”

During his walk through the cemetery, Song Ling hadn’t encountered anyone, which meant Miss Gu was not there. He could believe that attending a banquet could be delegated to an a.s.sistant, but refused to believe the act of paying respects at a grave was something possible.

That could only mean one thing…

Song Ling’s eyes fixed intensely on Gu Dai, his tone forceful, “Gu Dai, you are Miss Gu of the Gu family, aren’t you?”

Gu Dai, already angered by being stopped twice by Song Ling, now felt further provoked by his incessant questioning. She stepped back with disdain and crossed her arms impatiently, looking at Song Ling.

But Song Ling did not wait for her answer and continued, “You are Miss Gu of the Gu family! Then what was your purpose in getting close to me these past three years? To steal the Song family’s secrets?”

At this, Song Ling’s face was filled with mockery, his voice dripping with cold disdain, “How can you face my grandpa who has liked you for three years? You’re truly incredible, pretending for three whole years for the sake of the Song family’s secrets! You used to act so obediently in front of me, even claiming to love me and would do anything for me. Were those just your tricks? You truly disgust me!”

Gu Dai took a deep breath, suppressing the anger bubbling within her.

She had thought that Song Ling was detestable enough before, but now, she realized he could be even more so!

Thinking of how she had humbled herself to the bone for Song Ling these past three years due to her amnesia, genuinely loving him, only to be categorized as deception, made her even more furious.

Gu Dai’s eyes turned icier as she began, “In these three years, 1 remember every dish you liked or disliked. What you liked, I practiced relentlessly to give you the best tasting dish. What you disliked, I made sure you never even saw it. You hated being disturbed while working, so even when I fell, 1 would cover my mouth, not making a sound…”

Song Ling’s face turned sour as he listened to Gu Dai’s words, and he interrupted her coldly, “That only proves how far you’d go to steal the Song family’s secrets!”

Gu Dai let out a sneer, “It’s been so long since our divorce, if I’d stolen the secrets, why haven’t 1 used them yet?”

Song Ling’s mockery froze on his face, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say, “You haven’t had the chance to use them,” but the words wouldn’t come out.

Gu Dai did not wait for his response, continuing, “And as I recall, three years ago, the Gu family was more prosperous than the Song family, wasn’t it? What would make me demean myself for those mere secrets for three whole years? Besides, you always worked in your study, a room 1 never entered out of respect for you, and 1 never even went to your company. So tell me, how could 1 have stolen the secrets? Did I pluck them out of thin air?”

Faced with Gu Dai’s relentless questioning, Song Ling was at a loss for words, standing there dumbfounded.

After saying her piece, Gu Dai turned and left without looking back.

Upon seeing Gu Dai emerge, Meng Zhi hurried over and, noticing her unhappy expression, asked softly, “What’s wrong, Daidai? What happened?”

Gu Dai managed to pull out a faint smile, shaking her head, “Nothing, 1’11 drive.”

“Okay.” Meng Zhi opened the car door for Gu Dai.

Zhou Ci, who had wanted to say something, had been waiting outside. However, seeing Gu Dai’s face as chilling as the artic ice, he dared not approach and immediately after, his mouth was stuffed with mud..