Chapter 95: Our Miss is Busy
Translator: _Min_
Meng Zhi asked, “Daidai, when did you learn coding?”
However, Gu Dai stood frozen in place for a moment when she heard Meng Zhi’s question.
An image of someone teaching her gently and patiently flashed through Gu Dai’s mind. But she couldn’t remember who taught her or when it happened. And the person in her memory—who was he?
Why couldn’t she remember?
Meng Zhi had not expected his nonchalant question to cause Gu Dai’s face to go pale. In a panic, he called out softly, “Daidai, Daidai, what’s wrong?”
Upon hearing Meng Zhi’s voice, Gu Dai gradually regained her senses. She shook her head gently to signal that she was alright, and apologized, “I’m sorry, Third Brother, but I can’t answer that question at the moment.”
Meng Zhi quickly waved his hand, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I was just asking casually.”
Though inwardly very worried about what had just happened to Gu Dai, Meng Zhi didn’t want to upset her further, so he changed the subject. “Daidai, your racing skills are getting more and more impressive. Even I, a seasoned race car driver, was terrified during that close call earlier. I thought we would surely crash into the mountain, but you calmly controlled the steering wheel, and the car’s tail hit the side of the mountain, bringing the car to a stop. In the end, we didn’t die, and the car only suffered a slight scratch.”
Gu Dai knew that her third brother was trying to divert her attention, so she laughed and replied, “My racing skills are all learned from you. How could I possibly be better than you? Besides, I saw how calm you were in the car just now. You didn’t panic at all.”
Meng Zhi slapped his forehead in annoyance and said, “You caught me, Daidai.”
As Meng Zhi and Gu Dai were chatting, Wu Zhen gently knocked on the door. In a quiet voice, he said, “Miss, there’s a gentleman outside who wants to see you.”
Meng Zhi’s brows furrowed, “A gentleman?”
Gu Dai accessed the surveillance feed of the villa’s entrance and saw Song Ling on the screen, her eyes growing cold.
Seeing Gu Dai’s change of expression and looking at Song Ling, Meng Zhi asked quietly, “Him?”
Seeing Meng Zhi’s cautious manner, Gu Dai said, “Third Brother, you probably already know what I’ve been through in the past three years. Yes, he’s my ex-husband, Song Ling!”
Meng Zhi’s suspicion was confirmed, and his anger ignited, “I’m going to kill him right now! How dare he treat you like this!”
Having encountered Wang Lan during the day and Song Ling at night, Meng Zhi was ready to confront them without holding back.
As soon as he finished the sentence, he was about to storm out.
But before he could leave, Gu Dai stopped him, she said, “Third Brother, have you forgotten that we still have to deal with the people who tampered with the car later? Let’s let him go this time.”
Although Gu Dai had said this, Meng Zhi still felt unwilling.
Gu Dai sighed lightly and said, “Third Brother, do you know what’s more painful than death?”
Meng Zhi stopped, then asked in confusion, “What?”
Gu Dai looked down, then let out a single laugh before she softly explained, “Probably when a person who hates being deceived suddenly finds out that they have been deceived by someone they trusted.”
Over the past three years, she had given her all to the Song family, only to be suspected by Song Ling of ulterior motives.
If he knew that Jiang Yue, the woman he was about to, had been deceiving him all along, he would probably explode with rage!
Although Meng Zhi didn’t understand the specific meaning of Gu Dai’s words, he trusted that she must have had her reasons.
Song Ling quickly received his answer.
Wu Zhen, “I’m sorry, sir, but our miss is quite busy at the moment and can’t see you.”
Although Wu Zhen didn’t know exactly what had transpired between Gu Dai and Song Ling, he could tell that this man had likely wronged her. Thus, he did not extend any friendly gestures toward Song Ling and promptly closed the door of the villa after answering.
Song Ling’s face turned ashen, and he kicked the door in anger, only to discover that it was made of iron. A piercing pain flooded his entire foot within seconds.
He shouldn’t have felt guilty about their conversation in the cemetery earlier.. He shouldn’t have come to apologize!