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Song Ling forcefully brushed off Zhao Xuan, who came to help him, and limped into the car. Suppressing the pain in his foot, he slammed the car door shut with a loud bang and angrily commanded, “Drive!”

Zhao Xuan, sitting in the driver’s seat, didn’t dare utter a word as he started the car. He still felt somewhat dazed, unable to believe that she was indeed the one he had previously guessed — Miss Gu of the Gu family, the Chairwoman of Gu Group.

Song Ling’s gaze settled on empty space, and after a long while, he inquired, “Zhao Xuan, what do you think of Gu Dai?”

Zhao Xuan had only wanted to quietly drive Song Ling home, but he realized that this conversation was inevitable. He thought for a moment before cautiously replying, “I think Miss Gu is a good person. She treats us employees well and doesn’t treat us with disrespect.” This was in stark contrast to Jiang Yue.

Regardless, Jiang Yue was still the one Song Ling had feelings for, and Zhao Xuan wanted to keep his job at Song Corporation. Hence, he refrained from finishing the sentence.

Song Ling closed his eyes and continued to probe, “What else?”

Zhao Xuan responded, “Miss Gu is very nice to you as well.”

With that, he opened up, speaking freely, “Do you remember a year ago when you were infected with a contagious disease? Many people were afraid to approach you, but Miss Gu cared for you for several days without hesitation, not leaving until you had fully recovered.”

Upon hearing those words, Song Ling was stunned and incredulously asked, “But wasn’t it my mom who took care of me back then?”

Zhao Xuan, hearing Song Ling’s words, also paused. He carefully recalled the scene from that time, then denied, “I remember that it was Miss Gu Dai who wanted to care for you, and your mom… she was quite scared and was afraid to come near you.”

Song Ling fell silent when he heard Zhao Xuan’s words.

Many things he had ignored began to resurface. Indeed, a year ago, Gu Dai had been avoiding him for a month, claiming she was unwell. At the time, he had thought she was feigning illness, which had only made him even colder towards her.

Moreover, if it had been Gu Dai caring for him, why didn’t she tell him? How could he have not known if she had?

How could he have believed Wang Lan when she claimed that she was the one who had taken care of him?

Although these thoughts ran through Song Ling’s mind, his heart was unusually irritable, as if a fire was sweeping through his body. He still could not believe that the person who had cared for him back then was Gu Dai.

After dropping Song Ling home, Zhao Xuan hurriedly drove away at full speed.

Song Ling’s irritation grew as he thought further, leading him to call Zhou Ci.

Zhou Ci quickly answered and teasingly said, “What brings the great Young Master Song to call me so late? Let me guess.”

After a moment of paused, he chuckled, “You must be calling about Miss Gu, aren’t you?”

Song Ling did not refute, simply responding emotionlessly, “Hmm.”

Zhou Ci laughed, “Brother, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but I only found out today that Gu Dai is Miss Gu. However, I can help you investigate further.”

Song Ling did not speak but asked, “Zhou Ci, what do you think of Gu Dai as a person?”

What kind of person was she?

Zhou Ci thought seriously. The old Gu Dai was gentle and considerate, with eyes only for Song Ling. But now, she was spicy and had a prickly edge to her just the way he liked her. The thought even stirred a desire to conquer her and fantasies of being together.

Thinking of Gu Dai, Zhou Ci looked at the glamorous woman with heavy make-up in his arms and immediately lost interest. He patted her on the behind, signaling her to get off his lap.

Once the woman had left, Zhou Ci spoke seriously to Song Ling on the other end of the line, “I’ve always thought Gu Dai was quite good.”

Zhou Ci’s response made Song Ling’s brows furrow, and he couldn’t help but ask in an emotionless voice, “Why do you all think that woman is good?”

Zhou Ci’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked, “Brother, have you noticed that your attention to Gu Dai has been a bit too high lately?”

Song Ling was taken aback, his eyes showing a moment of confusion.

Zhou Ci continued, “You’re already divorced. Whether Gu Dai is good or not shouldn’t matter to you that much. After all, there’s a saying that a good ex should be like a dead ex..”