Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

Song Wanwan squinted her eyes while lying in bed. The knocking continued. She struggled to get out of bed, grabbed a coat, and slowly went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the boy's enthusiastic voice rang out, "Surprise! Good morning, Auntie!"

Song Wanwan forced a tired smile, "Good morning, Ayan!"

Zhao Jingyan held some food in his hand and said, "This is porridge and breakfast that Grandma cooked. She asked me to bring it to you."

Song Wanwan reached out to take it, but Zhao Jingyan pretended not to, saying, "I'll put it on the table for you. After you finish eating, I'll take the bowl back."

Seeing how enthusiastic Zhao Jingyan was, Song Wanwan made way for him, saying, "Just put it on that table, I'll go wash up first."

After saying that, he went into the bathroom.

Zhao Jingyan obediently responded and walked towards the dining table.

He placed breakfast on the table and began to look around the house. Everywhere there were women's items, but no trace of men.

It seems that the man didn't stay here last night. Although he knew from his grandmother that Song Wanwan was married, she lived here alone, and there were no men's belongings in the house.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After Song Wanwan came out of the bathroom, she went to the bedroom to change into a comfortable set of home clothes. When she came out, she saw Zhao Jingyan staring intently at the photo frames on the bookshelf.

He didn't even notice when Song Wanwan approached. "Don't I look a lot like my mother?"

Zhao Jingyan glanced back at her, then stared at the photo again, and said, "Hmm, exactly the same, both are great beauties."

Song Wanwan smiled. Zhao Jingyan was exaggerating a bit. She looked about 70-80% like her mother and the remaining 20-30% like her father.

Song Wanwan walked towards the dining table, and Zhao Jingyan followed her.

She sat in the dining chair and began to drink the porridge, which was very thick and delicious.

Zhao Jingyan sat opposite her, watching her eat, and asked, "Was that man last night your husband?"

Song Wanwan paused for a moment while drinking her porridge, hummed in agreement, and then continued drinking.

Anyway, not many people know that she and Gu Tingzhou are divorced, and her status as a married woman can help keep out unwanted suitors.

Zhao Jingyan pursed his lips, his eyes dimming instantly. "Don't you live together? Did you have a fight?"

Song Wanwan smiled awkwardly and said, "Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs."

Zhao Jingyan said unhappily, "You're only six years older than me, we're equals."

Song Wanwan muttered, "Being a day older is still being older, so where's the equality in that?"

These words seemed to offend Zhao Jingyan. He stood up abruptly from his chair, frowned, and said, "When am I going to get the bowl again? I'm going to rehearse."

Without waiting for Song Wanwan's reply, he left on his own.

Song Wanwan smiled and shook her head. Kids these days really have big tempers. They can be unhappy just like that. Who has time to coax them slowly?

After finishing breakfast, Song Wanwan washed the dishes and picked up a pot of flowers that Gu Tingzhou had brought over the night before, then went upstairs.

She knocked on the door, waited a moment, and then Aunt Wang came to open it.

She clearly hadn't expected it to be Song Wanwan, and said with a surprised smile, "Didn't I tell Ayan to bring the bowl up? Why did you come yourself, Wanwan? Where did that kid run off to again?"

Song Wanwan replied, "He went to school to do something."

Aunt Wang had no doubts and murmured, "There's not a soul around all day. I wonder what they've been up to?"

"Oh, I was just talking. Wanwan, come in and sit down."

Aunt Wang warmly welcomed Song Wanwan inside.

Song Wanwan placed the flowerpot on the table and said, "Aunt Wang, this flower was delivered from home. I'll give you a pot. When it blooms, the whole house will smell wonderful."

As he spoke, Uncle Zhao came out of the room, looked up and saw the flowers on the table, and showed a surprised expression. "Wanwan, is this a kind of Osmanthus fragrans? It must be very expensive?"

Song Wanwan said shyly, "My family grew them. I don't know if they're expensive or not. As long as they smell nice, that's fine."

Uncle Zhao usually enjoys gardening, and he held the flowers with great affection as he walked towards the balcony.

Aunt Wang said helplessly, "Your Uncle Zhao only has this one hobby, so this gift of yours really touched his heart."

Song Wanwan chuckled. She was just using someone else's gift as an opportunity; it wouldn't be polite to arrive empty-handed.

Aunt Wang asked in a low voice, "Wanwan, is that black car parked downstairs last night your husband's? I saw him go upstairs for a while, and when he saw you hadn't come back, he waited in the car downstairs again."

"I'm not sure, and I didn't dare invite him up to sit and wait for you."

Song Wanwan smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, he came to bring me something."

Aunt Wang smiled with satisfaction and said, "He's really good-looking. As soon as I saw him, I knew your husband was no ordinary person. He comes from a distinguished family and has an extraordinary demeanor."

Song Wanwan was even more embarrassed. Gu Tingzhou really did have a charming face, but in reality he was cold and aloof, not enthusiastic towards anyone, as if someone owed him money.

She smiled and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, not as good as you describe, Auntie."

Aunt Wang objected, "Hey! Wanwan, no! Your brother Chen also has the same car that he drives, which costs several million. Your Uncle Zhao said that your brother Chen is wasting money, driving any car he wants, and the two of them even had a fight."

Aunt Wang must have thought Song Wanwan was being modest, but when she was exposed on the spot, she blushed with embarrassment.

Aunt Wang sighed and said sadly, "If your mother knew you married such a good husband and were living such a good life, she shouldn't have gone down that path. She would have lived to see you like this."

Song Wanwan's smile froze instantly, her face paled, and her clear eyes dimmed.

She knew that coming back to live there would inevitably lead her to this issue, she was just trying to stop thinking about it.

Aunt Wang noticed that Song Wanwan's expression had changed, and she slapped her leg in annoyance, saying apologetically, "Wanwan, I'm getting old, and I like to talk about the past. Don't mind it. Your mother will definitely be happy to see you doing so well now."

Song Wanwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was momentarily stunned. A faint smile appeared on her lips. "Auntie is fine. It's all in the past. I'm doing quite well now."

She glanced at her watch and said, "Auntie, I have something to take care of. I'll come back another day to chat with you."

Aunt Wang agreed and saw Song Wanwan off.

Uncle Zhao leaned out from the balcony and scolded, "You old woman, you can't keep your mouth shut, you've upset the child."

Aunt Wang also felt guilty, "When I looked at Wanwan, I was reminded of Xiao Shen. The two of them look so alike."

"Xiao Shen is really heartless. How could he bear to leave such a good daughter as Wanwan?"

Uncle Zhao said seriously, "It's fine to talk about it at home, but never mention it in front of the children again."

Aunt Wang lowered her head and said softly, "Let's not talk about it anymore."