Chapter 224 - 224: Kicked several times more

Translator: _Min_

Song Ling continued, “When 1 once infiltrated the Gu Group, I encountered a hacker. This was the only man I knew of… in the places beyond my knowledge…”

Upon hearing about the hacker, Zhou Ci was momentarily stunned. Regaining his composure, he ventured, “Is it possible, I mean, could it be possible that this hacker is a woman?”

Song Ling dismissed the idea instantly, “That’s impossible! That hacker was incredibly skilled; it must have been a man assisting Gu Dai.”

Zhou Ci was surprised that his brother harbored such stereotypical views about gender. He had promised Gu Dai to keep her secret, but at this moment, he found it difficult to hold back.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Ci fixed his gaze on Song Ling and said directly, “Let me just tell you straight, that formidable hacker is actually a woman.”

Before Song Ling could recover from his astonishment, Zhou Ci continued, “And this hacker wasn’t someone Gu Dai paid a hefty price for.”

Song Ling furrowed his brow and followed-up, “Could it be a friend of Gu Dai’s?”

Zhou Ci shook his head, then barely opening his lips, he uttered words that shocked Song Ling, “The hacker is none other than Gu Dai herself.”

Song Ling’s expression froze, his face cycling through shades of red, white, and black in quick succession.

Zhou Ci, knowing Song Ling for so many years, had never seen him like this before.

When Song Ling came to, he asked, “How can you be so sure the hacker is Gu Dai?”

Zhou Ci explained, “On the day you hacked into the Gu family’s system, 1 happened to be looking for Gu Dai. 1 saw with my own eyes how her fingers flew across the keyboard to fend off your intrusion. It wasn’t the work of an amateur hacker.”

Song Ling visualized Gu Dai typing away, then recalled the times she had done household chores when they were together.

At that moment, he couldn’t reconcile the two images of her.

Seeing Song Ling’s stunned look, Zhou Ci couldn’t resist adding, “Gu Dai is not only skilled in hacking, but also in cooking.”

Song Ling quickly interjected, “I know, Gu Dai has cooked for me many times.”

Zhou Ci felt a pang of jealousy but soon regained his composure, smiling, “I think the meals Gu Dai makes now would be even more delicious than before.”

Without waiting for Song Ling to ask, Zhou Ci inquired, “Do you know of Linxian Pavilion?”

Song Ling nodded, then a possibility flashed through his mind. He tentatively asked, “Could it be that Gu Dai is a chef at Linxian Pavilion?”

Zhou Ci shook his head, denying the guess, when he saw that Song Ling could not uncover the answer, he finally said slowly, “Gu Dai isn’t a chef there, but her apprentice, Feng Fei, is the head chef at Linxian Pavilion. And what’s more, the owner of the restaurant is actually Gu Dai!”

At this revelation, Song Ling was utterly flabbergasted.

Even though he was always busy with work, he had heard of Linxian Pavilion’s popularity and dined there often, never imagining it belonged to Gu Dai.

Song Ling’s mind was in turmoil. He irritably loosened his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket to try and clear his head.

He asked, “How do you know all this, and I know nothing?”

Zhou Ci replied helplessly, “This only shows that you don’t care enough about Gu Dai, or perhaps, it’s just that there’s no fate between you two. I found out about these things by chance.”

Song Ling, feeling displeased, glanced at Zhou Ci and strode out of the bar.

By the time Zhou Ci came to his senses, all he could see was Song Ling’s back.

Song Ling lay in the car, waiting for the driver. The alcohol made his head throb with pain, and he continuously massaged his temples to ease the discomfort.

The driver, startled by Song Ling’s behavior, cautiously said, “President Song, shall I take you home?”

“Not home! Take me to the Gu residence, quickly!” Song Ling demanded.

The driver, having served the Song family for many years, understood that Song Ling was referring to Gu Dai’s home.

As Gu Dai stepped out of her villa, she was abruptly dragged by someone.

Her expression turned cold, and a hint of danger flashed in her eyes. She swung her elbow backward at the person behind her.

Song Ling couldn’t help but cry out in pain, “It’s, it’s me.”

Recognizing Song Ling’s voice, Gu Dai didn’t let go.. Instead, she kicked him several times more and demanded, “What are you doing at my doorstep?”