Chapter 370: Two Hours in Cold Water
Translator: _Min_ |
After the man had left the room, he received a call from a friend. He was immediately jolted into sobriety upon learning that his friend hadn’t arranged for a woman to be with him and that he had mistakenly entered the wrong room. His body trembled slightly with this realization.
He quickly dressed and hurried out of the room.
The following morning.
Jiang Yue slowly opened her eyes, feeling a soreness all over her body. A smile curled at the corners of her mouth, yet she was surprised not to see Song Ling’s figure beside her when she turned her head.
Jiang Yue consoled herself, thinking perhaps Song Ling had some urgent work to attend to.
Her gaze fell upon a necktie on the floor, and she picked it up, holding it close to her heart before drifting back to sleep.
Song Ling woke up in bed, feeling the sensations in his body and remembering Gu Dai, whom he had last seen before losing his memory. A smile unconsciously formed on his lips.
He looked around and, not seeing Gu Dai, shook his head resignedly and muttered softly, “Didn’t expect Gu Dai to be shy and leave first.”
Listening to his own hoarse voice and feeling the fever all over his body, he called Zhao Xuan, “I think I have a fever, can you come pick me back?”
As for Gu Dai, he thought it best to let her cool off for a few days. It would be a good opportunity to contact her once his fever subsided.
Early that morning, Gu Dai was already at the company, working.
Zheng Ming couldn’t help but glance at Gu Dai several times.
Chairwoman Gu was incredibly resilient. Having beaten up President Song of the Song Corporation just the night before, she was now energetically back at work.
When Zheng Ming looked up again, he met Gu Dai’s amused gaze and quickly lowered his head, nervously uttering, “Chair-Chairwoman Gu.”
Gu Dai asked, “Did you move Song Ling from the bathtub to the bed?”
Zheng Ming nodded, recalling the scene at the hotel after Gu Dai’s call. He said softly, “President Song’s clothes were wet last night, so I helped him change. The air conditioning was on in the room; could he catch a cold?”
Gu Dai replied nonchalantly, “The temperature of the air conditioner wasn’t high, and he soaked in cold water for two hours last night. Even without air conditioning, he might catch a cold.”
The night before, Song Ling had made an attempt on her, so she had knocked him unconscious and then treated him with acupuncture to alleviate the effects of the drug. After throwing him into the cold water, she had gone home.
Yawning, Gu Dai spent the next few days leisurely handling work.
Jiang Yue was anxious. She had expected Song Ling to contact her, but days had passed without a single call from him.
Jiang Lin, responding to Jiang Yue’s plea for help, said indifferently, “If he doesn’t come to you, then you should go to him. I have to go now; Yang Huai is calling me.”
After the call abruptly ended, Jiang Yue, convinced by Jiang Lin’s advice, went to the Song residence to find Song Ling.
Seeing Jiang Yue, Song Ling asked, “How did you get out of the hospital? Are you feeling better?”
Jiang Yue stiffened. In fact, she had recovered a while ago, but had used her condition as an excuse to cling to Song Ling.
She nodded and, changing the subject, brought out the necktie, “I came to return your necktie. You left in such a hurry that day that you forgot it.”
Necktie?
“My necktie at your place?” Song Ling frowned.
Jiang Yue shyly lowered her head, whispering, “Brother Song Ling, have you forgotten what happened four nights ago?”
Song Ling was stunned upon hearing Jiang Yue’s words. His relaxed mood vanished, and he asked in disbelief, “You were the one with me that night?”
Images of Gu Dai flashed in his mind, but they were replaced by Jiang Yue.
Song Ling’s face darkened. He couldn’t believe that it had been Jiang Yue with him that night.
Jiang Yue’s smile faltered, then she asserted, “It was me that night, Brother Song Ling. What’s wrong?”
Song Ling turned away, coldly stating, “I’m fine. I want to rest now. I was drunk that night and don’t remember what happened. But don’t worry, I’ll compensate you. You should go back first and think about how much you want. Talk to Zhao Xuan about it, and he’ll transfer the money to you.”
Jiang Yue looked up at Song Ling in disbelief.
She had wanted the position of Mrs. Song, the President’s wife, not just some money.
Tears welled up in Jiang Yue’s eyes as she looked at Song Ling, crying out, “Brother Song Ling, I can’t believe you see me as that kind of person. I don’t want money, I just want you, I…”
Song Ling felt helpless. No matter how he thought about it, he was in the wrong, and Jiang Yue was still his savior..