I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced

The crowd was clamoring and falling over each other to speak.

What they didn’t expect, however, was that Su Ting showed no interest in Wei Ling, who was now collapsed on the ground. Instead, he walked over to the woman who had struck her, his expression tender, and gently lifted her hand.

The crowd was stunned. Silence enveloped the surroundings.

Gazing at Gu Dai’s reddened palm, pain evident in his eyes, Su Ting softly said, “Sis, let me blow on it for you.”

Bending down, he brought his face close to Gu Dai’s palm and gently blew on it.

Gu Dai felt a ticklish sensation on her hand, causing her fingers to curl. She quickly withdrew her hand and turned her head away, saying, “It’s fine. My hand doesn’t hurt.”

Witnessing this scene, the onlookers rubbed their eyes in disbelief. They rubbed them multiple times, yet the scene before them remained unchanged.

One person in the crowd, still in a state of shock, asked, “Su Ting, why are you comforting the woman who hurt your junior sister? Did you mistake her for someone else? Your junior sister is lying on the ground!”

Snapping out of her daze, Wei Ling called out to Su Ting, “Senior brother, you’ve mistaken the person. I’m right here!”

Su Ting frowned when he heard the voice. After a long pause, he looked down at Wei Ling and asked in genuine confusion, “Who are you? Do I know you?”

Wei Ling’s expression stiffened momentarily before she quickly replied, “We haven’t met yet, so you don’t recognize me. But once I introduce myself, you will. I’m the model that Zhang Zheng is about to sign, and I’ll be your junior sister!”

Su Ting’s brows furrowed even more.

Unable to hold back, Gu Dai remarked, “When did Zhang Zheng’s taste get this bad?”

Wei Ling instantly bristled, her voice shrill, “How dare you question Zhang Zheng’s judgment? Senior brother, you must teach her a lesson!”

Su Ting glanced at Wei Ling, replying coolly, “If Zhang Zheng plans to sign you, then his judgment truly is questionable.”

After making that statement, Su Ting pulled out his phone and dialed Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng picked up almost immediately. “Weren’t you on vacation and told me not to disturb you? Why are you calling?”

Cutting to the chase, Su Ting asked, “Are you planning to sign a model named Wei Ling recently?”

There was a pause before Zhang Zheng responded, “Wei Ling?”

Su Ting continued, “Don’t sign that model.”

Wide-eyed with disbelief, Wei Ling demanded, “On what grounds? Who says you can just decide not to sign me? I won’t accept this!”

As Wei Ling’s voice trailed off, Zhang Zheng’s confused reply echoed from the phone, “The person I’m planning to sign is Wei Yu. Who is Wei Ling?”

Stunned, Wei Ling retorted in disbelief, “How could it be Wei Yu? She’s not even a model. She was just accompanying me to the competition that day!”

Recalling the event, Zhang Zheng replied, “You’re Wei Yu’s older sister, right? Although Wei Yu didn’t participate in the competition, she had a great physique and exuded a confident aura. She’s a natural for modeling. Unfortunately, she left early that day. After the competition, I wanted to approach her but couldn’t find her. I ran into you instead and asked you to pass on the message. By the way, did Wei Yu agree to sign?”

That day, upon meeting Zhang Zheng, Wei Ling was over the moon, having only heard him mention a contract in a few days. She had assumed he was interested in her, but now he was saying he was interested in Wei Yu!

Wei Yu was just a little nurse at the hospital. How was she fit to be a model, let alone catch Zhang Zheng’s eye?

Zhang Zheng, not receiving a response, asked in confusion, “Hello? Are you still there?”

Pulling herself together, Wei Ling shouted in the direction of the phone, “Wei Yu won’t become a model. She can’t be a model!”

Gu Dai lowered her gaze, leaning in to the phone, suggesting to Zhang Zheng, “Try to find Wei Yu’s contact and discuss this with her privately..”