I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced

Chapter 183: Legs Lost Feeling

Translator: _Min_

Gu Dai swiftly grabbed a few more glasses of wine and poured them over Wei Ling, remarking coolly, “1 don’t know you, nor do I care to.”

Wei Ling’s face turned a shade of blue, countering with, “Let me tell you, I’m going to be the next top global model. Do you know Zhang Zheng? I bet you do. He’s that influential agent who can turn anyone he touches into a star. And he’s also Su Ting’s agent!”

Gu Dai remained silent, her gaze fixed on Wei Ling, curious to hear what she would say next.

Wei Ling didn’t disappoint, continuing, “Awhile ago, Zhang Zheng approached me, wanting to sign a contract! Once 1 sign with him, 1’11 become famous in every corner of the world. And when that happens, I’ll make sure my fans cyberbully you!”

The crowd around them, upon hearing Wei Ling’s words, wasn’t concerned about her threat towards Gu Dai. Instead, they all gasped in admiration, their eyes burning with envy and desire.

They were just minor celebrities, small-time models. They couldn’t even gain entry to today’s banquet and were relegated to loitering outside, hoping for a chance to be noticed and to ascend to stardom.

They saw this person, soon to sign with Zhang Zheng, as their ticket.

Gu Dai’s expression remained impassive despite Wei Ling’s threat. She said, “I’m not interested in how you plan to retaliate against me. I want to know who told you those rumors and what purpose you have for spreading them.”

A hint of panic flashed across Wei Ling’s face, but she feigned calm, “I have no ulterior motive. 1 didn’t spread rumors, because everything 1 said about Gu Dai is true!”

Those around, hoping to curry favor with Wei Ling, began to chime in.

“It can’t be a rumor; it sounds true.”

“I think it’s true. Even if it’s not, there’s something off about that Gu Dai. Why would people spread rumors about her and not others?”

“Sure, you’re pretty, but why are you butting in? We’re talking about Gu Dai, not you!”

Wei Ling, seeing people take her side, broke into a smile and locked eyes with Gu Dai, saying, “Exactly, we’re not talking about you. Why are you so worked up? Even though you were quite disrespectful to me, 1 won’t stoop to your level and hold it against you.”

Gu Dai responded nonchalantly, “Oh?”

Wei Ling attempted to break free from Gu Dai’s grasp but was immobilized. Trying to negotiate her way out, she suggested, “If you let me go now, 1’11 allow you to follow me as my personal assistant.”

Amused, Gu Dai repeated, “Personal assistant?”

Wei Ling nodded arrogantly, “Yes. You’d serve me, bring me tea and water. Oh, and massaging my shoulders and feet, among other things. You look fairly good, so if any of the big bosses take a fancy to me in the future, you’ll take my place and serve them well. Make sure you secure all the resources for me…”

From a short distance away, Gu Zhi watched the scene unfold, finding it difficult to contain her laughter.

To think Gu Dai, who had previously treated her in a similar manner, was now at the receiving end of such treatment!

Without hesitation, Gu Dai jerked Wei Ling up from the chair, slapped her across the face, and delivered several swift kicks to her legs.

Witnessing this, several bystanders rushed forward, wanting to rescue Wei Ling. Each hoped to be the first, aiming to gain favor with her.

But their eagerness resulted in a skirmish among themselves. As some broke free from the crowd to approach Gu Dai, her impressive martial arts skill allowed her to easily dodge their advances.

Gazing at Wei Ling, Gu Dai said coldly, “You’re full of ideas, aren’t you? But you should also be prepared for the consequences.”

With a swift movement, two glinting silver needles appeared between Gu Dai’s fingers. She rapidly pricked several acupuncture points on Wei Ling’s legs.

Moments after feeling several brief stings, Wei Ling collapsed to the ground.

Frozen in disbelief, she tried to move her legs but found them unresponsive. In a rage, she glared at Gu Dai, shouting, “What did you do to my legs? Why can’t I stand or even feel any pain?”

Frantically, Wei Ling slapped her own legs, but they felt numb, as if they weren’t even there.

Tears streamed down Wei Ling’s face as she glared at Gu Dai, shrieking, “1 am a model, a model! How dare you disable my legs? I’ll never forgive you!”

The commotion had grown so intense that it drew the attention of the event’s manager.

Rushing over, he inquired, “What happened?”

Wei Ling’s gaze landed on Su Ting, who arrived with the manager.. Desperately, she cried out, “Senior brother, my legs have been broken! Please seek justice for me!”