I Regained My Memories and Became Rich After Getting Divorced
Chapter 73 - 73: Thinking of a Scammer

Chapter 73: Thinking of a Scammer

Translator: _Min_

Chu Min responded, “I just received the list, and I’m 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 I’m still investigating.”

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 Ming’s 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 onlookers’ attention, and whispers filled the air:

“Who is this person? She didn’t even need to make an appointment and went straight to President Song’s office.”

“You don’t know her? That’s the famous dancer Jiang Yue, also President Song’s beloved, our future lady boss!”

“Future lady boss? But isn’t President Song already married? If he has another love, wouldn’t that make him a playboy?”

“He’s already divorced. It’s a shame; I never even caught a glimpse of the former lady boss. But she must not have been pretty, or President Song wouldn’t have fallen for another woman. I heard that Miss Jiang is the reason for President Song’s divorce.”

Jiang Yue remained unbothered by the employees’ gossip, considering it irrelevant to her interests, and didn’t 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 Dai’s dance on stage at the bar.

When Jiang Yue noticed Song Ling’s distant look, she lowered her head, a shy smile gracing her lips, and whispered, “Brother Song Ling, don’t look at me like that, I’m getting shy.”

Jiang Yue’s voice snapped Song Ling back to reality, his eyes flashing with complexity. He quickly stood up, accepted the lunchbox from her, and softly said, “I’m sorry, Yueyue, you’re too beautiful; I couldn’t help myself.”

Then he changed the subject: “Why did you come here yourself? You could have sent someone with the lunch.”

Jiang Yue’s eyes softened as she looked at Song Ling, explaining, “I feared that if a servant brought it, you wouldn’t eat. I made this myself; 1 don’t want others taking credit for my effort.”

Song Ling gave Jiang Yue a helpless look and said, “How could that happen? I could instantly tell if it’s food made by Yueyue. But why did you decide to cook?”

Jiang Yue unveiled the food from the lunchbox and gently said, “I learned from Zhao Xuan that you haven’t been eating well lately. My heart aches at the thought, so I decided to cook to enhance your meals. You work tirelessly; if you don’t eat well, your health will suffer.”

Song Ling’s face soured as he looked at the unappetizing food. Still, he embraced Jiang Yue and said, “Thank you, Yueyue. Your intentions are enough; next time, let the servants handle it. Cooking is laborious, and I can’t bear to see you tired.”

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 Yue’s 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 Ling’s 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 Ling’s distracted demeanor, and though her expression cooled slightly, she softly asked, “Brother Song Ling, are you thinking about work?”

Song Ling immediately denied it, “No, I’m thinking about a scammer.”

He then paused, surprised at his candid response, knowing that he should have played along with Jiang Yue’s question instead..