I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 221: Watching the call disconnect

Chapter 221: Watching the call disconnect
Translator: _Min_
Sheng Xin, comparing herself to Song Ling’s ex-wife, proudly listed her advantages, “Compared to your ex-wife, I believe I present myself better. After all, I studied abroad, participated in different art activities during my school days, and won quite a few notable competitions. I’ve also attended many high-society banquets with my family.”
She enumerated her strengths over Gu Dai, but Song Ling, upon hearing her, couldn’t help but have his mind filled with thoughts of Gu Dai instead.
Gu Dai hailed from a wealthier family background than Sheng Xin, was more attractive, knowledgeable in art, proficient in medicine—talents that dwarfed mere artistic endeavors by leagues. Most importantly, at her young age, she had already taken control of the Gu Group, demonstrating exceptional managerial prowess. In just a few months under her leadership, the company had seen significant improvements.
Song Ling realized, Sheng Xin was far from comparable to Gu Dai.
Seeing Song Ling silent, Sheng Xin took the initiative to ask, “What do you think?”
Song Ling responded indifferently, without a hint of emotion, “Hmm.”
Stunned, Sheng Xin had thought that after listing her qualities, Song Ling would see her in a new light, but all she got was a noncommittal “Hmm”.
Sheng Xin had dressed up deliberately for the occasion, donning a tight black dress that accentuated her proud figure. Yet, Song Ling hadn’t glanced her way even once.
Not wanting to admit a lack of charm, Sheng Xin’s eyes darted as she grasped at a possible explanation, “I know there’s a woman in President Song’s heart that he can’t seem to let go of.”
Song Ling’s expression remained unchanged.
Unfazed, Sheng Xin continued, “I also know she saved your life, and that person is Jiang Yue.”
Song Ling was surprised; he wasn’t one to share personal matters, so how did Sheng Xin come to know of this?
Before Song Ling could inquire, Sheng Xin chuckled and explained, “Coincidentally, Jiang Yue and I were high school classmates, which is how I heard about her saving you.”
Song Ling finally spoke, “So what’s your purpose today? To speak on behalf of Jiang Yue?”
He was grateful to Jiang Yue for saving him ten years ago.
Amidst a raging fire, smoke had stung his eyes, blinding him, and he couldn’t see the girl who saved him. He only remembered her soothing voice, gently saying, “Hang on, I will get you out.”
Song Ling suffered burns on his arm in the fire, and when he finally breathed fresh air and felt safe, he passed out from exhaustion.
When he came to, it was Jiang Yue crying by his side, claiming it was she who saved him.
The comforting words of Jiang Yue during the fire were etched into his heart like a brand, and that was the reason he had tolerated her for so long.
But although Song Ling appreciated Jiang Yue’s help, she had changed, and he couldn’t endure her deceit and lies, nor her constant leveraging of past favors.
Now, he wouldn’t listen to anyone speaking on Jiang Yue’s behalf.
Sheng Xin tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, looking up at Song Ling with a smile, “Of course not. All of us classmates were quite envious of Jiang Yue, thinking she would end up with you, but who knew…”
Song Ling interrupted her, speaking earnestly, “1 only intended to repay a debt of gratitude to her.”
Sheng Xin paused, looking cautiously at Song Ling’s expression, then ventured, “1 see. But in this rapidly developing era, there aren’t many who value loyalty and righteousness as much as President Song, I…”
Song Ling, not wishing to hear more platitudes, picked up his suit jacket, “Miss Sheng, 1 don’t wish to marry you due to my mother’s intentions because 1 do not want to ruin a woman’s life.”
Pausing briefly, he continued, “If there’s nothing else, Miss Sheng, 1 must be going.”
With those words, Song Ling didn’t wait for her response and turned to leave.
TWice interrupted, Sheng Xin’s face changed to a touch of displeasure, but thinking of Song Ling’s excellence, her spirits lifted somewhat.
Watching Song Ling’s departing figure, Sheng Xin’s eyes dimmed.
What would Song Ling do to Jiang Yue if he ever discovered the truth behind that life-saving deed?
Song Ling, eager to avoid an encounter with Wang Lan, left the Song residence quickly. To his surprise, as soon as he settled into his car, his phone rang—it was Jiang Yue.
Watching the call disconnect, Song Ling dialed his assistant Zhao Xuan, “Later, call Jiang Yue to find out what she wants. Handle it for her, and don’t disturb
me..”