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

After her initial experience, Song Wanwan, under the influence of alcohol, completely let loose and let herself go.

With three young, handsome men taking turns flattering him and showering him with sweet words, he drank one glass of wine after another.

She wasn't a bad drinker, but she couldn't handle drinking different kinds of alcohol and got drunk very quickly.

The drunk Song Wanwan was jumping and dancing in the private room, clearly unable to contain her enthusiasm and unrestrained nature in the small room.

Grabbing Annie's hand, I ran out of the private room and rushed into the dance floor in the lobby.

Annie gave the other two young men a look and casually hung Song Wanwan's bag around her neck.

Song Wanwan swayed and shook her head on the dance floor to the music, with Annie following closely behind to protect her from being bumped into by others.

However, he also drank some alcohol, and in the crowded place, he would sometimes accidentally touch Song Wanwan's body.

However, he underwent training before starting the job and has his own professional ethics, which prohibit him from touching female clients' body parts, especially private areas, at will.

Under Annie's protection, Song Wanwan had a great time on the dance floor.

After having dinner with his business partner that evening, Gu Tingzhou, at the partner's repeated invitation, went to the bar hosting the carnival.

As soon as I entered, my gaze swept across the crowd and I immediately spotted Song Wanwan dancing among them.

Song Wanwan studied dance for several years when she was a child. She has a flexible waist and her body sways rhythmically with the music.

Gu Tingzhou initially glanced at her and thought she looked similar, but then he thought that Song Wanwan had always been well-behaved and wouldn't come to such a mixed place.

The only reason to blame Song Wanwan is that she danced so well that a small circle automatically formed around her.

Gu Tingzhou stopped in his tracks, a suit jacket hanging from his wrist, a dark green shirt paired with black suit pants, exuding elegance and nobility.

Looking past the dancing crowd, Song Wanwan, dressed in a black lace dress, was sexy and alluring, completely different from her usual attire.

Qiao Sen also saw Song Wanwan dancing in the crowd, and a pretty boy standing very close to her.

The two would often get very close to each other.

Qiao Sen looked up at Gu Tingzhou in front of him, his face ashen, his brows furrowed, and his deep eyes fixed on the two people on the dance floor.

Qiao Sen cautiously began, "Mr. Gu, Madam must have something bothering her that's why she came here to relax. When I picked her up today, she said some strange things to me in the car, and I felt that she was acting a bit unusually."

After hearing Qiao Sen's words, Gu Tingzhou's anger intensified.

He raised his hand to stop Qiao Sen from going over, and said restrainedly, "Go and tell President Qin and the others that I have something to take care of, so I won't be going."

Qiao Sen nodded in agreement and turned to walk towards the private room.

He knew his boss well; he never showed his emotions. But his reaction at this moment was too calm, as if he was suppressing his anger.

Qiao Sen sighed. "Miss Song, you'll get yourself into trouble if you don't do stupid things. You've really crossed the line with the boss this time."

Just as Gu Tingzhou was about to step forward and take Song Wanwan away.

Suddenly, as if she had heard something, Song Wanwan pushed Annie aside and scrambled onto the performance stage.

She climbed onto the stage, stood up shakily, and bowed deeply to the band members performing on stage.

The music stopped abruptly, and all eyes in the room were focused on her.

She walked up to the bassist, said a few words to him, and the bassist was taken aback at first, then nodded.

She swayed and staggered as she grabbed the microphone from the lead singer and bowed again to the audience.

The audience started to jeer; some cursed their fathers, while others whistled.

Song Wanwan snapped her fingers into the air, the bassist started a note, and the rest of the band joined in.

As the music began, Song Wanwan's ethereal voice traveled through the microphone to every corner of the bar's lobby.

She parted her lips slightly, closed her eyes, and ignored everyone in the audience, lost in her own world.

“Anytime I need to see your face,

I just closed my eyes.

And if it happens again,I might move so slightly.

To the arms and the lips and the face,

Of the human cannonball , That I need to , I want to

She stood a little bit closer.

I want you I don`t know if I need you ,But I`d die to find out.

I`m the kind of person who endorses a deep mitment,

Getting fy getting perfect is what I live for.

I want you I don`t know if I need you ,But I`d die to find out.”

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When Song Wanwan finished singing, all that remained was a soft murmur; there was no more strained vocalization, nor any trace of sadness or despair.

From beginning to end, she didn't shed a single tear. Even when her eyes were brimming with tears, she held them back.

Yet, her figure on the stage appeared so lonely, and the emotions conveyed in her singing were deeply moving.

Gu Tingzhou stared coldly at Song Wanwan on the stage, his eyes dark and unfathomable, filled with restraint and repression.

He approached the stage, stared into Song Wanwan's eyes, and said sharply, "Song Wanwan, have you made enough of a scene?"

Song Wanwan was in a daze. In the noisy environment, she looked in the direction of the sound, smiling, but her eyes were unfocused.

She staggered towards Gu Tingzhou, kneeling on the edge of the stage, which was more than a meter high.

She raised a finger, gliding it from between Gu Tingzhou's handsome brows, across his deep eyes, down his high nose, and finally resting on his alluring lips.

She gently kneaded the man's lips with her fingers, lightly touching them twice, like a night elf, and said with a smile, "Little brother, you're so handsome, do you want me to take care of you?"

Gu Tingzhou's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

Song Wanwan pouted and pressed her thumbs against Gu Tingzhou's brows. "Don't frown."

Just as Gu Tingzhou was about to swear, Song Wanwan moved her fingers down and pinched Gu Tingzhou's mouth shut. "Don't swear."

Gu Tingzhou's eyes widened suddenly as he glared at the woman in front of him, his clenched hands revealing prominent veins.

Gu Tingzhou tilted his head and broke free from Song Wanwan's hands.

He turned around and glared at her fiercely, "Do you know who I am? Song Wanwan, you've really made something of yourself."

Song Wanwan was very dissatisfied that Gu Tingzhou suddenly turned his head away. She made a heart shape with her hands, cupped Gu Tingzhou's cheeks, and looked at him from the left and right.

As if remembering something, she suddenly laughed, "Little boat, come quickly into your sister's bowl."

Gu Tingzhou reached out and slapped Song Wanwan's messing hand away. Furious, he loosened his tie and pulled hard.

He took Song Wanwan's hands and tightly wrapped them together with his tie, wrapping them around several times and tying a knot.

Song Wanwan was stunned. She tried to twist her wrist, but couldn't open it. She was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Annie stood beside her, reaching out to help Song Wanwan loosen her tie.

Gu Tingzhou's voice was devoid of any warmth as he roared, "Get out of here! If you touch me again, I'll cripple your hand."

Annie was intimidated by Gu Tingzhou's aura and dared not move an inch. She timidly said, "You can't treat Miss like that."

Annie immediately shut her mouth when Gu Tingzhou's chilling gaze swept over her.