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

Qiao Sen greeted President Qin and returned to find Song Wanwan kneeling on the stage, her hair disheveled and covering her face, her eyes narrowed.

Upon closer inspection, Song Wanwan's hands were bound with a tie, and her pupils widened immediately.

That's way too much!

Song Wanwan gave up struggling, her body swaying back and forth, the smell of alcohol rising in her head, looking like she was about to collapse at any moment.

Gu Tingzhou gestured to Qiao Sen to get a glass of water.

Qiao Sen quickly went to pour a glass of water.

Gu Tingzhou took the water glass and splashed it on Song Wanwan's face, the splashing water droplets running down Song Wanwan's hair.

The sudden chill made Song Wanwan shiver, and she immediately opened her tightly closed eyes.

She looked up, water flowing into her eyes, the brokenness in them striking.

When Song Wanwan finally saw the person in front of her clearly, she gave a bitter smile, "Gu Tingzhou, you're here."

Gu Tingzhou threw his coat over Song Wanwan's head, blocking out the lights and sounds in the bar.

He spoke in an icy tone: "Qiao Sen, you stay here to clean up the mess. Not a single video or photo can be leaked."

Qiao Sen replied, "Yes, Mr. Gu."

Gu Tingzhou glared at Annie, then snatched Song Wanwan's bag from his body and took it into his own hands.

Then he straightened his clothes to cover Song Wanwan's face, picked her up horizontally, and strode out of the bar.

Only after they got into the car and it started moving did Gu Tingzhou remove the coat covering Song Wanwan.

Gu Tingzhou sat on one side of the back seat, his whole body exuding an icy aura.

Song Wanwan sat motionless in her chair, like a child who had made a mistake.

Her loose hair obscured Song Wanwan's face, but her eyes, hidden beneath the strands, were wide open, lifeless, and glazed with drunkenness.

Song Wanwan suddenly chuckled, "Gu Tingzhou, do you still remember the song I just sang?"

Gu Tingzhou remained noncommittal, letting out a soft hum as a response, though it was unclear whether he meant he remembered or not.

Song Wanwan murmured to herself, "That song is called 'I Want You!' I sing it for you every year on your birthday. I've sung it for seven whole years, a full seven years."

"In the first year, on your birthday, I was a freshman at Peking University. I had just finished the college entrance exam and contacted a senior at the Peking University radio station in advance. I sang this song on the radio. Everyone in the school heard it. I asked you, and you said you didn't notice."

Song Wanwan's voice was very calm, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

The following year, on your birthday, you were singing karaoke with your classmates at Kudi KTV. I pushed the cake in and sang this song for you. You saw me and the cake off as you left.

Song Wanwan's voice remained calm, and she even gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"In the third year, for your birthday, we booked the entire floor of the Royal Court Hotel. I had learned piano beforehand, and wearing a white dress, I played and sang in the lobby. You thanked me in front of everyone. To this day, I can only play this song."

Song Wanwan lowered her eyes and looked at her bound hands, her brows furrowing.

"In the fourth year, on your birthday, as you were preparing to go abroad, I rushed to the airport, mustered up the courage to hug you, and sang this song in your ear. You pushed me away and warned me that I was not allowed to touch you without your permission. I was heartbroken for a long time, but I was most reluctant to part with you."

Song Wanwan's voice began to sink, filled with an indescribable sense of loss.

"In the fifth year, on your birthday, I booked a plane ticket to your school and had a meal with you. On the way back to the hotel, I sang to you as we walked. Perhaps because we were born in a foreign land, you treated me quite well."

Song Wanwan's eyes were misty, and her vision blurred.

"In the sixth year, on your birthday, you joined the Gu family and were on a business trip in another city. I called you and sang this song for you over the phone. You didn't hang up immediately, but instead put your phone face down on the table. At that time, I had a high fever and was enduring the pain in my throat. Even swallowing saliva was painful after singing, but you didn't notice at all."

Song Wanwan's eyes were brimming with tears, which could roll down at any moment.

"In the seventh year, on your birthday, you got drunk at a hotel and I took care of you all night. While you were asleep, I sang this song in your ear. But because I spent the whole night with you at the hotel, I got a wedding, but you still hate me to this day."

Song Wanwan spoke calmly, large tears dripping from the tip of her nose onto the back of her hand, just like the seven years she had lost, shattered beyond repair.

Gu Tingzhou rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and said in a low voice, "You feel wronged? I didn't ask you to do these things; it was all voluntary on your part."

Gu Tingzhou's words were cold and devoid of any warmth, deeply piercing Song Wanwan's heart. She had stubbornly turned her life into a joke.

Song Wanwan laughed maniacally, quickly wiped away her tears, stood up, and headbutted Gu Tingzhou.

"Gu Tingzhou, you scumbag, how could you say such a thing? I'll run you over and give you back my seven years of youth."

Gu Tingzhou was clearly caught off guard by Song Wanwan's move. She bumped her head into his chest, and felt a sharp pain.

Ignoring the pain, Gu Tingzhou pushed Song Wanwan away from him.

He frowned and patted his chest, as if his clothes were stained with something dirty.

He turned his head and glared at Song Wanwan, lowering his voice as he said, "Are you some kind of animal that only knows how to charge around recklessly?"

Song Wanwan wanted to speak in rebuttal, but she was also whimpering in pain.

The hot breath that Song Wanwan had just exhaled landed on Gu Tingzhou's chest, making him even more irritable.

Gu Tingzhou's face was cold, but his heart was burning with anger. "Is this your reason for insisting on coming here, to give me a surprise? I never knew you had this talent before. Let me tell you, you've successfully angered me. I'd like to see what else you can do."

Song Wanwan's heart clenched as she thought of all the sacrifices she had made over the past seven years.

She wanted to slap herself twice.

So I really was just a joke, wasting my time?

Even the most despondent person can feel this way.

Song Wanwan gave up struggling, breathed a sigh of relief, and nestled softly into Gu Tingzhou's arms.

With her eyes closed, she didn't want to see that scumbag Gu Tingzhou again.

Gu Tingzhou looked at Song Wanwan, who had suddenly fallen silent, his handsome face expressionless.

Tonight, Song Wanwan completely shattered Gu Tingzhou's perception of her. He had never realized that Song Wanwan had such a crazy side.

She always presented a well-behaved image in front of him and never did anything to make him angry.

Always a smiling face, always trying to please.

No matter how coldly I treat her, she'll process it herself, adjust her mindset, and be like an unkillable cockroach the next day.

He admitted that when Song Wanwan sang that song at the bar earlier, it sounded familiar, but he hadn't realized that she sang it every year on his birthday.

He just thought it was a very ordinary love confession song, but Song Wanwan gave it a different meaning.

The more Gu Tingzhou thought about it, the more agitated he became, as if a hand was choking him, making him feel suffocated.