Chapter 232: Thirty-Seventy Split
Translator: _Min_
In the beginning, Song Ling listened intently, but his thoughts gradually drifted as he caught sight of Gu Dai’s lips moving, a striking contrast of red.
Gu Dai was dressed in a black suit that day, looking exceptionally sharp. A few stray hairs on her forehead lent her a touch of softness, adding to her already impressive aura.
She was a far cry from the Gu Dai in Song Ling’s memories, who only seemed to appear before him in an apron, occasionally tear-streaked.
The Gu Dai before him now shone brilliantly, irresistibly drawing gazes to her, to the point where Song Ling found it impossible to reconcile the image of the woman he once knew with the one before him. At times, he even felt as if the events of the past three years were nothing but a delusion.
He couldn’t fathom why he had once been so convinced that the Gu Dai from before was just a simple girl from a remote village.
After Gu Dai finished speaking, she noticed Song Ling’s distraction and a flicker of displeasure crossed her face. She spoke up with a cold tone, “President Song, I have finished my part. Do you have anything to add?”
Song Ling snapped back to reality, hastily reviewed what Gu Dai had just said, and replied, “No, I think it’s all good.”
Gu Dai nodded, pushed the contract towards Song Ling, and gestured for him to sign.
However, Song Ling did not sign immediately but looked at Gu Dai and said, “I have a question regarding the profit-sharing.”
Gu Dai waited for him to continue.
Song Ling inquired, “What are the exact terms of the profit-sharing between Zhou Corporation and you?”
“It was originally fifty-fifty, but then it was changed to forty-sixty,” Gu Dai replied.
Song Ling didn’t ask who had the larger share, as he already had his answer thinking about Zhou Corporation’s claims of affection for Gu Dai.
Gu Dai, mistaking Song Ling’s silence for dissatisfaction with the fifty-fifty split, suggested, “If you find it too little, we can renegotiate.”
Song Ling shook his head, “It’s not that it’s too little. It’s actually too much.”
Gu Dai was stunned, looking at Song Ling as if he were a fool. It was her first encounter with someone who thought they were being offered too much money.
Undeterred by Gu Dai’s gaze, Song Ling stated, “Since Zhou Corporation has a forty-sixty share, I propose a thirty-seventy split with me taking the lesser part.”
Now not only did Gu Dai think Song Ling was foolish, but even Zhao Xuan, another witness to the conversation, looked at him bewildered.
“Are you certain you want thirty-seventy?” Gu Dai asked.
Song Ling nodded affirmatively, “I am certain.”
He explained, “I’ve made several mistakes before. A thirty-seventy split is my way of apologizing. The profits that follow, 1 plan to relinquish an additional twenty percent to Gu Group.”
Song Ling seemed to be offering a deal where he was not aiming to make a profit at all.
Gu Dai hadn’t expected such a surprising turn of events in partnering with Song Ling. If it weren’t for her meticulous confirmation of the contract in advance, she would have suspected ulterior motives behind Song Ling’s actions.
Without intending to refuse the offer — after all, turning down money would be foolish, and she was certainly not Song Ling — Gu Dai arranged for a new contract to be drafted.
After confirming there were no issues, she signed her name and passed it to Song Ling.
Song Ling, without a glance, signed swiftly, stood up, and handed it back to Gu Dai for her review.
As Song Ling retracted his hand, Gu Dai caught a whiff of a familiar scent.
Subconsciously, she asked, “What’s that fragrance on you?”
Song Ling was taken aback, then understanding dawned, and he produced a talisman from his suit pocket, saying, “You gave this to me.”
Upon seeing the amulet, Gu Dai remembered the effort she had put into making it for Song Ling during her memory loss.
Her expression cooled, “I remember when I gave it to you, you threw the amulet away. Why do you have it now?”
“It was wrong of me to throw it away,” Song Ling admitted.
Gu Dai replied with a noncommittal “Oh,” then said, “You don’t have to carry something you dislike out of guilt.”
Song Ling, eager to clear the misunderstanding, quickly said, “I don’t dislike it. On the contrary, I’m quite fond of the scent. Ever since 1 found it in the bedroom, I’ve been carrying it with me. It’s just that it’s been a while, and the scent has faded. Could you make another one with the same fragrance?”
Gu Dai fell silent, taken aback by the request..
