I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced

Chapter 212: We’re the Same

Translator: _Min_

Zhou Gang stared directly at Song Ling, his face breaking into an exaggerated smile. “1 get it now,” he said excitedly, “You’re targeting me because you want to stand up for your ex-wife, right?”

Song Ling’s expression darkened. “That’s not it,” he retorted coldly.

With a scoff, Zhou Gang continued, “You say it’s not, but your thoughts might as well be written all over your face! In that case, we’re cut from the same cloth. We’ve both cheated, been divorced, and regretted it.”

Gritting his teeth, Song Ling demanded, “Who are you saying is like you?”

Upon seeing Song Ling’s demeanor, Zhao Xuan felt a surge of apprehension for Zhou Gang. He couldn’t believe that someone could be so lacking in social cues.

Zhou Gang, oblivious to the warning tone in Song Ling’s voice, attempted to dig himself in further. “Of course, we’re the same type of people! President Song, please, let’s forget the grudge and maybe you can even assist me, given we are similar—”

Song Ling cut him off, his gaze turning dangerous and his voice sounding more menacing. “I’ll say it one more time, you and 1 are not the same.”

Zhou Gang had wanted to continue buttering him up, but his body trembled involuntarily, reacting faster than his brain.

Only then did Zhou Gang realize something was terribly wrong with Song Ling and hastily tried to salvage the situation. “President Song, please don’t be angry. My mother often plays Mahjong with your mother; we’re actually quite acquainted.”

Song Ling’s eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t realized that his mother Wang Lan was socializing with such people. He would have to restrict her associations in the future.

Zhou Gang continued to linger.

Song Ling shot Zhao Xuan a look, and moments later, Zhou Gang was unceremoniously thrown out by a group of men.

Still irritated after seeing Zhou Gang tossed out, Song Ling ordered coldly, “Liquidate all of Zhou Gang’s assets.”

Zhao Xuan nodded, “Understood, President Song.”

Song Ling leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. However, images of Gu Dai flashed before him: smiling, heartbroken, impassioned.

As he revisited those scenes, he found his heartbeat accelerating. Realizing this, he snapped his eyes open.

Recalling what Zhou Gang had said, Song Ling began to question himself.

Had he truly developed feelings for Gu Dai and now regretted it?

No, that couldn’t be.

He assured himself that the acceleration of his heartbeat was merely coincidental.

Feng Xue acted swiftly. She prepared all the divorce papers the same day and was ready to finalize things the next, only to receive a message from Zhou Gang refusing to consent.

Zhou Gang texted, “I won’t divorce you. Besides, we have a child. Would you really leave your child fatherless?”

Feng Xue hesitated for a second when she read the message but quickly regained her composure. She realized he was only after her family’s money and power.

Viewing his message now, she found it laughable.

If Zhou Gang wouldn’t agree to the divorce, then he had only himself to blame.

Gu Dai laid listlessly on the sofa, dark circles prominent under her eyes. She yawned repeatedly in a short span.

Seeing this, Wu Zhen advised, “Miss, today is Sunday. If you’re tired, why not get some more sleep?”

Shaking her head, Gu Dai replied irritably, “I’ve been suffering from insomnia recently. No matter how tired 1 am, 1 can’t sleep. And when 1 do, I keep having this strange dream.”

Puzzled, Wu Zhen asked, “A strange dream? Would you like to tell me about it? Maybe 1 can help.”

Gu Daidai nodded and began to recount the dream.

First, she would see Song Ling, his profile capturing her gaze while her lips curled into a smile. Those moments were always the happiest for her.

Following that, she would see another man, whose presence felt familiar and comforting.

Listening to her description, Wu Zhen was also perplexed. “Miss, do you remember the second man’s appearance?”

Gu Dai shook her head, “No, I don’t. All 1 know is that in the dream, 1 can see his face clearly. But once 1 wake up, 1 only remember that he’s handsome, with no clue what he actually looks like..”