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nStern-looking

nSu Ting didn’t expect Gu Dai to be so adorable when she was drunk, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

nHowever, his laughter, though brief, was caught by Gu Dai. She pouted unhappily and asked, in a playful angry tone, “Are you laughing at me?”

n“No, no,” Su Ting hurriedly denied and then asked, “Can you tell me where you are so I can come find you?”

nWithout any hesitation, Gu Dai told Su Ting her location, “I’m at the most luxurious bar in the Imperial City… what’s the name of it? I can’t remember.”

nAs Gu Dai spoke, her voice carried a hint of grievance.

n“Sister, don’t worry. I’ll come find you. Just don’t wander off, okay?” When Su Ting heard Gu Dai’s grievance, he became flustered and quickly comforted her in a gentle voice.

n“Okay,” Gu Dai obediently agreed.

nHowever, after she hung up the phone, she immediately forgot her promise and jumped onto the stage, dancing to the rhythm of the music.

nGu Dai didn’t notice that a camera was already focused on her, projecting her onto the big screen.

nEveryone in the venue noticed Gu Dai, including Song Ling, who was in a private room on the third floor.

nSong Ling’s eyes were fixed on Gu Dai, dancing on the big screen. Recalling the woman’s laughing and radiant appearance while on the phone with someone unknown, Song Ling’s face turned dark and gloomy.

nHis hands clenched into fists, his veins bulging due to the force.

nSitting on a sofa on the other side, Zhou Ci felt the temperature around him drop significantly as he looked at the angry Song Ling.

nZhou Ci noticed that Song Ling was not in the best mood these past few days and decided to take him out to relax. However, not only did they fail to relax, but Song Ling became even more unhappy.

nHe recognized Gu Dai on the big screen, but hadn’t they just gotten divorced this morning? So why was Song Ling still angry?

nZhou Ci was puzzled, braving the risk of agitating Song Ling, he asked, “You two are already divorced. Why do you still get angry because of Gu Dai?”

n“I…” Song Ling opened his mouth in anger, but paused after just one word, realizing what Zhou Ci had said.

nAfter processing it, he froze. That’s right, why am I angry?

nSeeing Song Ling lost in thought, Zhou Ci mustered the courage to continue, “There’s a saying that a qualified ex should be like a dead person. Though it’s not a pleasant thing to say, I think you may need to learn that.”

n“Get lost,” Song Ling said coldly.

nZhou Ci shrugged helplessly and agreed, “Fine.”

nAfter all, he had said what he wanted to say. It was up to Song Ling whether to listen or not.

nSong Ling knew that Zhou Ci was right. He shouldn’t bother Gu Dai. However, when he saw her bare shoulders and her bright smile directed at others, he felt his heart ache and swell with discomfort.

nZhou Ci watched Song Ling stare at the screen with a cold face, gripping the wine glass tightly. He genuinely wondered if Song Ling was about to crush the glass.

nZhou Ci wanted to remind him, but he didn’t dare to speak, as he still remembered being told to “get lost” by Song Ling just moments ago.

nHowever, Zhou Ci remembered that Song Ling didn’t like Gu Dai before. Every time they gathered together and mentioned her, Song Ling’s face would turn gloomy and moody. Why is he starting to care now?

nHe glanced at Song Ling, still perplexed by the situation, but each time he looked over, Song Ling was still staring intently at the big screen. Zhou Ci was curious, wondering if the scene was really that interesting.

nZhou Ci also looked up at the screen. He had only glanced at it earlier, but now, after a closer look, he was shocked.

nThe woman on the big screen was stunningly beautiful, unrestrained, and incredibly eye-catching, attracting everyone’s attention and making it impossible not to focus on her.

nBut Zhou Ci remembered seeing Gu Dai before, and although she was beautiful at that time, she wasn’t as gorgeous as now and seemed to be missing her soul.

nSuddenly, a loud noise came from the side. Startled, Zhou Ci quickly turned to look, only to see Song Ling’s figure disappear out of the door, as he hurriedly rushed downstairs.

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