I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced

Song Ling’s smile stiffened, and he looked at Gu Dai in disbelief.

Desiring to avoid further confrontation, Gu Dai said coldly, “If there is nothing else, I’m going home.”

Song Ling quickly spoke up, “Don’t go! 1 have a question for you.”

Gu Dai crossed her arms and waited with a detached expression for him to speak.

“Was it on my birthday that you regained your memory?” Song Ling asked.

At his words, Gu Dai’s memories were cast back to that day.

She recalled how she had carefully prepared a cake and selected gifts for him, while Song Ling hadn’t spared them a glance, his heart set on going to Jiang Yue.

Reminiscing about those painful times turned Gu Dai’s mood for the worse.

Her gaze dropped as she spoke with a heavy voice, “That’s all in the distant past. We are divorced now, so is there any need to bring it up?”

Song Ling’s eyes reddened as he shouted, “There is a need!”

Gu Dai nodded noncommittally, “Oh.”

Gu Dai’s face was the same as before, but her demeanor had become much colder, no longer filled with him as it once was.

Yet, it was precisely this change in Gu Dai that agitated Song Ling. He couldn’t understand why, after their divorce, he still found himself wanting to pay attention to her, to the point where he couldn’t focus on his work.

Taking a deep breath, Song Ling questioned her in frustration, “When you regained your memory, we weren’t divorced yet. Why didn’t you tell me then?”

Gu Dai, perplexed, responded, “Why should I have told you? Wasn’t our main goal to divorce? Even if 1 had told you, would you have chosen not to divorce me?”

Song Ling fell silent; he knew he would still have chosen divorce, but…

“You could have told me the truth even after our divorce, instead of keeping me deceived. Your identity as the Gu Group heiress, your hacking skills, your culinary talents, your medical knowledge—you didn’t share any of that with me. If you had, I wouldn’t have misunderstood you,” Song Ling argued.

Gu Dai, her patience worn thin, slapped Song Ling.

Song Ling’s head turned to the right, a vivid red handprint marking his left cheek. He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, looking coldly at Gu Dai.

“I hope this slap brings you to your senses,” Gu Dai said flatly.

Seeing Song Ling calm down, Gu Dai added, “Even if I had told you the truth, you wouldn’t have listened.”

Unwilling to accept this, Song Ling countered, “How do you know I wouldn’t have listened?”

Gu Dai chuckled wryly, her gaze inky as she looked at him, “When I told you before that my approach was without ulterior motives, that it was just because of love, did you listen?”

Song Ling, reminded of that moment, found himself speechless.

“You never believed me. You were convinced by your own assumptions. What else did you want me to say to you? I’ve already told you, there’s nothing between us anymore. Don’t show up in front of me again. Isn’t Jiang Yue back now? Isn’t it good enough for you to be happy with her?” Gu Dai’s words cut through the air.

Song Ling hung his head low, murmuring, “I don’t like Jiang Yue. It’s not what you think between us. She’s my lifesaver, and I only wanted to repay her kindness.”

Gu Dai paused, momentarily lost, “Repay her kindness? You mean Jiang Yue has helped you, how did she…”

Then Gu Dai’s voice turned cold again, “Never mind, I don’t want to know about what happened between you two!”

After a moment of thought, Gu Dai realized why Song Ling still supported Jiang Yue despite her excessive actions.

But what did it matter? She and Song Ling had no connection anymore.

And speaking of lifesaving grace, hadn’t she saved Song Ling from a fire ten years ago? He had promised to repay her back then, but had that ever come to fruition?

As Song Ling watched Gu Dai, a question surfaced in his mind, and he heard himself ask, “Do you still love me?”

Without hesitation, Gu Dai answered, “No..”