After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

Gan Cai'er didn't sleep all night.

She sat on the bed, wrapped in a brocade quilt, gazing silently out the window until dawn.

The next day, when Xiao Hong entered the room to help her wash up, she was shocked to see her haggard appearance.

"Miss, what's wrong? Your eyes are bloodshot. Did you not sleep all night?" Xiao Hong asked her worriedly.

Gan Cai'er shook her head and didn't say anything more. She only instructed, "Xiao Hong, help me with my makeup. You'll come with me to Wangjing Restaurant later."

Xiao Hong looked out the window at the gloomy sky and said, "Miss, the weather is bad today; it looks like it's going to snow again."

"If there's anything you want to buy, just tell me and I'll go get it for you. You don't need to go out."

"Xiao Hong, I'm not buying anything. I'm going to see someone."

Yes, Gan Cai'er did not intend to go to the Dongcheng residence to see Meng Yu, but instead invited him to the Wangjing Restaurant.

Although she was always carefree and didn't like to think things through, she instinctively didn't want to meet Meng Yu on his private turf.

Indeed, Meng Yu had ulterior motives. He wanted to keep Gan Cai'er in his private space. In his eyes, that house in Dongcheng should be their future home. Therefore, he chose this place as their date location.

However, Gan Cai'er refused to come and only sent a message to him to go to Wangjing Restaurant.

"What else did she say?" Meng Yu lifted his eyelids, glanced at Feng Zhao, and toyed with the glass lotus lamp on the table.

Feng Zhao shook his head and said, "The message was delivered by a waiter from the restaurant. He said that a distinguished guest has booked a private room and specially came to invite you to have a chat. That's all."

"Tsk, in this freezing weather, why not go home instead of staying outside?" Meng Yu scoffed, then stood up, put on a cloak, and went out towards Wangjing Restaurant.

Gan Cai'er didn't have to wait long before Meng Yu pushed open the door and entered, bringing with him a gust of cold wind.

At this moment, Gan Cai'er was sitting cross-legged on a daybed by the window, personally brewing a pot of fruit and flower tea. As soon as Meng Yu entered, he smelled a fragrant aroma of tea, fresh and elegant, with a hint of sweetness, which was Gan Cai'er's favorite flavor.

"Why don't we go inside the house?" Meng Yu sat down on the couch, facing Gan Cai'er across the wooden table on the couch.

Gan Cai'er glanced at him but didn't say anything. She simply took out a purse from her bosom, placed it on the wooden table, and pushed it over.

It was a dark blue brocade purse embroidered with two colorful mandarin ducks, exactly the style that Gan Cai'er had promised Meng Yu.

The brocade is the finest plain-colored cloud brocade, but as for the two mandarin ducks... well, it's hard to say. You can only barely recognize them as a pair. Gan Cai'er certainly did her best to embroider them to this extent.

However, it looked much better than the other bamboo. Meng Yu was very satisfied and immediately hung the purse on his waist.

When Gan Cai'er saw him hang up the purse, she didn't comment and focused on brewing her own fruit tea.

From the moment Meng Yu entered the room, Gan Cai'er didn't say a word. She just sat there with a cold face, barely raising her eyes.

Gan Cai'er has always been expressive, her face never hiding anything. Whether she's happy, sad, or even angry, her eyes and brows are always lively and expressive, her clear eyes seeming to speak volumes.

It was rare to see her with a stern face. But at this moment, she had a cold, expressionless expression.

Meng Yu knew he had truly angered her. But her relentless insistence on a divorce crossed his line. He could indulge her in everything else, but this was one thing he absolutely refused to do.

Meng Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "I've grown two inches taller than last year."

Gan Cai'er paused in her work of pulling out charcoal from the fire, looked up at him, and felt somewhat puzzled. He'd grown taller, what did that have to do with her? And why was he telling her this, just to show off how much he'd grown?

Seeing that Gan Cai'er was finally looking at him properly, Meng Yu smiled and then shook his sleeves, saying, "Last year's clothes are all too short and don't fit me anymore."

"Nannan, can you make me two new outfits?"

Gan Cai'er was both angry and amused. This person was really pushing his luck and was utterly shameless!

"Is the Duke of Wei's mansion short of embroiderers?" Gan Cai'er asked coldly.

Meng Yu wasn't annoyed by the rebuke. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a few sips, and then said slowly, "Mei Wanqing will be setting off for Ciyun Temple soon."

"I can guarantee that nothing will happen to her."

After saying that, Meng Yu smiled at her, his voice slightly nasal, very affectionate: "Just one set, a brand new set from the inside out."

"That bastard, he always knows how to manipulate her!" Gan Cai'er cursed inwardly, pounding on Meng Yu's ego.

She admitted that she had shamefully fallen for him.

"What time does she leave?" Gan Cai'er asked.

"The exact time hasn't been decided yet, but it'll be sometime before spring," Meng Yu said casually.

Gan Cai'er pursed her lips, struggled for a long time, and finally spoke stiffly: "What style do you want?"

Meng Yu chuckled softly, quite pleased: "Anything is fine as long as you made it yourself."

Gan Cai'er poked the charcoal fire in the small stove with all her might, as if she were poking Meng Yu. She decided to make Meng Yu a set of clothes that were entirely green, inside and out!

She was cursing Meng Yu in her heart when she suddenly saw him stand up and start taking off his clothes.

"What are you doing?!" Gan Cai'er jumped up in surprise.

"Weren't you going to make clothes for me?" Meng Yu looked at her strangely.

"If you're making clothes, then why are you taking them off?"

"You don't need to take measurements when you make clothes?" Meng Yu raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

Seeing Meng Yu's playful and blatantly unserious expression, Gan Cai'er knew exactly what he was thinking. So, she grabbed the soft pillow behind her and threw it at Meng Yu.

"You filthy scoundrel! Shameless!"

Meng Yu chuckled and reached out to take the soft pillow.

"If I were truly despicable, would you still be sitting here peacefully?"

"As I just said, last year's clothes don't fit anymore. If we want to make new ones, we'll really have to take new measurements. Don't think too much about it, little one."

Gan Cai'er looked at Meng Yu, who had stripped down to only his undergarments, with a blank expression. In the end, she still took his measurements. Because making clothes does require measurements, and she was not a master tailor, she could only estimate by sight.

She was naturally aware of Meng Yu's ulterior motives. However, just as Meng Yu said, there wasn't a single part of her body he hadn't seen. Similarly, she had seen every part of his body. Therefore, she wasn't particularly shy or try to avoid it.

Gan Cai'er asked the restaurant for a soft measuring tape, and then started measuring Meng Yu's dimensions. Before she could even react, Meng Yu himself couldn't take it anymore.

"Hmm..." He suddenly let out a low groan, his muscles tensing for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he hugged Gan Cai'er tightly, buried his head in her neck, and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Nannan, you should get a divorce soon, I really can't hold back anymore."

Gan Cai'er froze, stopping all her movements. She put away the measuring tape, pushed Meng Yu away slightly, then looked up at him and said, word by word, solemnly, "Divorce? I will definitely get a divorce, but not now."

“If you want to make me a widow, then go ahead and kill Lan Tingzhou. If he dies, I will remain a widow for the rest of my life, and then I will definitely avenge him.”

“Meng Yu, in our past life we ​​had both kindness and resentment. Although I lost my life because of you, I never regarded you as an enemy. If you kill Lan Tingzhou in this life, then you and I will be mortal enemies.”

Gan Cai'er's voice was very calm, without any anger.

This was a solution she had come up with after thinking about it all night. She couldn't control Meng Yu, but she could still make her own decisions.

At worst, we'll fight to the death, which will at least repay the kindness of Lantingzhou in our past lives.

Meng Yu's slender fingers caressed Gan Cai'er's face, carefully tracing her features.

He said softly, "As long as you're willing to divorce, I'll wait."

Finally, Gan Cai'er left Wangjing Restaurant with notes filled with writings of various sizes.

As she boarded the carriage, she wondered why she had ended up losing a whole set of clothes instead of the purse she had brought to pay off her debt.

Gan Cai'er felt like she had been tricked again.