I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced Chapter 377: It has nothing to do with you

Chapter 377: It has nothing to do with you
Translator: _Min_ |
Hearing Zhang Zheng’s words, Gu Dai responded, “I’m already on my way. I’ll be there soon.”
Zhang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
He knew well how much Su Ting heeded Gu Dai’s words and was sure he would stop drinking once she arrived.
Gu Dai arrived in less than ten minutes.
Even though she had hurriedly thrown on some clothes, her unique aura still attracted the attention of many decision-makers from various companies.
They couldn’t help but look her way, seeking an opportunity to engage in conversation.
Upon seeing Gu Dai, Zhang Zheng’s eyes brightened, and he quickly called out, “Miss Gu Dai, we’re over here!”
Zhao Xuan, hearing Zhang Zheng’s call, also looked up with relief, thinking that their savior had arrived.
Gu Dai walked up to Su Ting, stopping his motion to continue drinking, and called out, “Su Ting.”
Su Ting, his cheeks flushed, turned and instinctively hugged her, calling softly, “Sis.”
Gu Dai sighed helplessly, speaking softly, “Why drink so much for no reason? Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”
Su Ting obediently nodded, “Okay.”
Song Ling’s gaze, upon seeing Gu Dai, flickered involuntarily, and he quickly looked away.
However, noticing that Gu Dai paid him no attention, his irritation grew. He called out coldly, “Gu Dai.”
Gu Dai, not wanting to engage with Song Ling, didn’t pause her steps and continued walking out.
Song Ling, unsteady on his feet, ran in front of Gu Dai, blocking her way, his voice unintentionally revealing a hint of grievance, “I’m drunk too. Don’t you care about me at all?”
Gu Dai glanced at Song Ling and responded indifferently, “What relationship do we have that I should care about you? Plus, you have an assistant. Zhao Xuan is here; he can take you home.”
Zhao Xuan, mentioned by name, trembled slightly with relief as Song Ling didn’t turn to him.
Song Ling’s eyes were as dark as ink.
He lowered his head, speaking coldly, “This Su Ting is no good. On the surface, he calls you ‘Sis’ but when you’re not around, he refers to you as ‘Daidai.’”
Song Ling, as if afraid Gu Dai wouldn’t believe him, added, “I heard it myself just now!”
Gu Dai paused, turning to look at Song Ling.
Su Ting’s tightly closed eyes fluttered slightly, his eyelashes trembling.
Song Ling, seeing Gu Dai considering his words, smiled slightly and said, “His feelings for you are not pure, you…”
Gu Dai cut him off coldly, “President Song, what Su Ting is like is none of your concern. I also hope you watch your words. I’ll let it go this time, but I don’t want to hear such remarks from you again!”
Song Ling watched the backs of Gu Dai and Su Ting, standing frozen in place.
Zhao Xuan shook his head. Facing this scene, he could only think of telling Song Ling that he deserved it.
Song Ling grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, drinking it straight from the bottle. He then slumped onto a sofa, dazed.
Other company executives came over to toast him, and Song Ling continued to drink without hesitation, one glass after another.
Usually aloof and unapproachable, Song Ling rarely spoke to them. Now, seizing this opportunity, those who wanted to collaborate with Song’s company eagerly approached with glasses in hand.
Zhao Xuan could feel the anger in Song Ling’s heart, so he dared not approach to dissuade him until Song Ling collapsed on the sofa, drunk. Only then did he dare to step forward and say, “President Song, I’ll take you home.”
Zhao Xuan placed Song Ling in the car, hearing him murmur, “Gu Dai, Gu Dai…”
Zhao Xuan shook his head and muttered, “After treating Miss Gu Dai the way you did, never expressing your true feelings, it’s too late for regrets now.”
As he spoke, he suddenly saw Song Ling stir. Frightened, he quickly said, “President Song, I didn’t mean that. Actually, I think your situation can still change. I’ll find a way for you, I…”
He spoke at length, waiting for a response, but none came. Turning his head in confusion, he saw Song Ling sweating profusely, his body curled up, hands clutched over his stomach.
Zhao Xuan asked anxiously, “President Song, President Song, are you okay?”
Song Ling gritted his teeth, managing to squeeze out a few words.
After piecing together the words, Zhao Xuan hurriedly said, “I’m taking you to the hospital right now..”