Chapter 73 - 73: Thinking of a Scammer
I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced
Translator: _Min_
Chu Min responded, âI just received the list, and Iâm sending it to your email now. However, this is only the tally of those known to have perished so far; some individuals are still unaccounted for, and Iâm still investigating.â
Gu Dai opened the list and her eyes meticulously scanned each name, her brows gradually furrowing with concern. Regrettably, after examining the entire list, she found no familiar names.
The investigation yielded no progress, leaving Gu Dai still in the dark about who had assisted her.
It appeared that any leads would have to come from Gu Mingâs side.
At noon, at Song Corporation.
Wearing a red long dress, Jiang Yue gracefully entered the company, carrying lunch prepared for Song Ling.
Her entrance captured many onlookersâ attention, and whispers filled the air:
âWho is this person? She didnât even need to make an appointment and went straight to President Songâs office.â
âYou donât know her? Thatâs the famous dancer Jiang Yue, also President Songâs beloved, our future lady boss!â
âFuture lady boss? But isnât President Song already married? If he has another love, wouldnât that make him a playboy?â
âHeâs already divorced. Itâs a shame; I never even caught a glimpse of the former lady boss. But she must not have been pretty, or President Song wouldnât have fallen for another woman. I heard that Miss Jiang is the reason for President Songâs divorce.â
Jiang Yue remained unbothered by the employeesâ gossip, considering it irrelevant to her interests, and didnât engage with them.
Before entering the office, she adorned a bright smile, gently pushed open the door, and found Song Ling at his desk, immersed in signing documents, his expression serious.
Song Ling looked up, his usual cold expression giving way to a brief frown. However, his irritation vanished as he caught sight of the red dress, his mind momentarily drifting to memories of Gu Daiâs dance on stage at the bar.
When Jiang Yue noticed Song Lingâs distant look, she lowered her head, a shy smile gracing her lips, and whispered, âBrother Song Ling, donât look at me like that, Iâm getting shy.â
Jiang Yueâs voice snapped Song Ling back to reality, his eyes flashing with complexity. He quickly stood up, accepted the lunchbox from her, and softly said, âIâm sorry, Yueyue, youâre too beautiful; I couldnât help myself.â
Then he changed the subject: âWhy did you come here yourself? You could have sent someone with the lunch.â
Jiang Yueâs eyes softened as she looked at Song Ling, explaining, âI feared that if a servant brought it, you wouldnât eat. I made this myself; 1 donât want others taking credit for my effort.â
Song Ling gave Jiang Yue a helpless look and said, âHow could that happen? I could instantly tell if itâs food made by Yueyue. But why did you decide to cook?â
Jiang Yue unveiled the food from the lunchbox and gently said, âI learned from Zhao Xuan that you havenât been eating well lately. My heart aches at the thought, so I decided to cook to enhance your meals. You work tirelessly; if you donât eat well, your health will suffer.â
Song Lingâs face soured as he looked at the unappetizing food. Still, he embraced Jiang Yue and said, âThank you, Yueyue. Your intentions are enough; next time, let the servants handle it. Cooking is laborious, and I canât bear to see you tired.â
Jiang Yue, growing even shyer at his words, gently pushed Song Ling away and offered him a bite with her chopsticks.
Song Ling wanted to refuse but, seeing the expectation in Jiang Yueâs eyes, he relented and took a bite.
For a brief second, his taste buds were assaulted by an overwhelming mix of flavors. He was so repelled that he could no longer sustain his smile.
In that moment, Song Lingâs thoughts turned wistfully to Gu Dai.
Her cooking had always been pleasing to the nose, eyes and mouth, and they were always to his liking, never featuring dishes he disliked, such as potatoes.
Jiang Yue noticed Song Lingâs distracted demeanor, and though her expression cooled slightly, she softly asked, âBrother Song Ling, are you thinking about work?â
Song Ling immediately denied it, âNo, Iâm thinking about a scammer.â
He then paused, surprised at his candid response, knowing that he should have played along with Jiang Yueâs question instead..