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

The car stopped at the entrance of the botanical garden. As soon as the car came to a stop, several men in formal attire stood respectfully beside it.

Gu Tingzhou got out of the car, walked over to Song Wanwan's side, and opened the car door.

He placed his hand on the roof of the car, gesturing for Song Wanwan to get out.

Song Wanwan put away her phone and reluctantly got out of the car.

He ignored Gu Tingzhou's outstretched hand and stepped out of the car.

Gu Tingzhou frowned and politely took Song Wanwan's hand and placed it on his wrist.

They walked up to several men in formal attire.

One of the men, a man in his forties, nodded to Gu Tingzhou and said, "Mr. Gu, please sign in here first. The press conference will take some photos, and tomorrow's news will report on Mr. Gu and his wife attending the Singapore Botanic Gardens, showing their deep affection."

Gu Tingzhou hummed in response.

Song Wanwan felt a wave of nausea; the very phrase "deep affection between husband and wife" had been tainted.

Gu Tingzhou pulled Song Wanwan to the sign-in wall, took a pen handed to him, and signed his name on the wall.

The camera lens followed the two of them the entire time.

Throughout the entire process, Song Wanwan remained expressionless.

A reporter, holding a camera, said to the couple, "Mr. Gu, Mrs. Gu, please look this way."

Song Wanwan turned her head to look over, a faint smile appearing on her lips. But as soon as the reporter pressed the shutter, the smile vanished instantly.

Led by staff, the two entered the stage set up in the botanical garden.

A quick glance reveals a stage backdrop on the open lawn, adorned with white roses and green hydrangeas, creating a fresh and elegant contrast.

It's covered by a layer of transparent white gauze, which looks quite dreamy.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was someone's marriage proposal stage.

Gu Tingzhou led Song Wanwan directly to the center of the front row of the guest seats, and everyone who passed by cast their gazes at the two of them.

Once Song Wanwan sat down, she immediately withdrew her hand from Gu Tingzhou's arm and shifted her bottom to the side of the chair.

Gu Tingzhou was talking to the person next to him and didn't notice her actions.

A person dressed as a host stood on the stage, holding a microphone, and began today's event.

At her command, a staff member standing by the stage pulled hard on a corner of the sheer fabric.

As the light veil slowly fell, a figure was revealed beneath it.

A woman dressed in a black dress, her long hair flowing, bent down and played the cello in her hand.

The sound of the cello is like a woman's lament, melodious and lingering.

Song Wanwan was drawn in and looked up at the woman on the stage.

At first, she was covered by a light veil, and then the host's figure blocked her view, so no one noticed that there was someone hiding under the veil.

The woman was beautiful and elegant, playing the cello with focused concentration, exuding a sense of aloofness and detachment from the world.

Upon seeing the woman's face clearly, Song Wanwan's heart stirred, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She turned her head to look at Gu Tingzhou sitting next to her. He was staring intently at the woman on the stage, his dark eyes as deep as the sea.

The woman looked up and smiled sweetly at Gu Tingzhou, who was sitting directly opposite her in the audience, her eyes filled with deep affection and passion.

Song Wanwan sneered. So this was what they were waiting for her to do.

Gu Tingzhou, Su Lina, you two planned this, didn't you? You deliberately pulled this stunt in front of me. Your affection is truly shameless.

Su Lina's gaze remained fixed on Gu Tingzhou, and Gu Tingzhou did not look away, as if the entire venue was only occupied by the two of them, and everyone else was just an extra.

After the song ended, Su Lina stood up, bowed to the people on stage, and said, "I dedicate 'Salut d'Adoration' to everyone."

Her eyes, however, were fixed on Gu Tingzhou and never left him.

Song Wanwan got goosebumps all over her body. So this is what that scoundrel likes. No wonder seven years of singing didn't work.

Applause erupted from the audience, and Gu Tingzhou clapped along with them.

The host, holding the microphone, said, "Thank you to the renowned cellist, Ms. Su Lina, for performing 'Salut d'Amour' for us. Our event today is themed around 'love,' which can be universal love, or romantic love..."

Song Wanwan couldn't hear the host's voice at all; her whole body felt ice-cold.

She recalled her past life, where Su Lina was exceptionally talented in cello playing and was selected by the prestigious Koberl School of Music to study abroad, which led to her breakup with Gu Tingzhou.

Gu Tingzhou is actually very good at playing the piano. If he weren't the heir to the Gu Group, he would probably be an outstanding pianist.

A cello and a piano—they truly are a harmonious pair.

A feeling of suffocation welled up in Song Wanwan's heart. It turned out that she was the one who was excluded, and she was desperately trying to break in.

She could never truly enter Gu Tingzhou's heart, and the root of the problem was that she was never the right person for him.

Song Wanwan had to admit that she had failed completely.

In her past life, she hysterically questioned Gu Tingzhou about why he didn't love her, and argued with him about what kind of person he liked.

Having been given a second chance at life, I can finally see things clearly.

It turns out that Gu Tingzhou wasn't heartless; rather, his heart couldn't accept any woman other than Su Lina.

It's not that he can't be gentle with people, but that person has to be Su Lina.

Song Wanwan could no longer sit still in her seat, so she got up and left.

She was afraid that if she didn't leave soon, she would become hysterical, which was the part of her that she hated most.

This one-sided love, this one-sided marriage, it really is time to end.

Song Wanwan wandered aimlessly through the botanical garden like a walking corpse.

She had no idea where she had ended up.

Finally, when her heels started to rub so badly that they hurt, she sat down on a chair.

As dusk fell and the sun set, the lights in the botanical garden gradually came on.

Song Wanwan picked up her phone. There were over twenty missed calls, only one of which was from Gu Tingzhou; the rest were from Qiao Sen.

Song Wanwan couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, "Qiao Sen, you really are more responsible than Gu Tingzhou."

Song Wanwan held her phone in her hand, leaning back slightly against the back of her seat.

The raised jawline appeared so lonely under the light.

With her eyes closed, a tear slid down her cheek, fell into the flowerbed, and disappeared instantly.

Song Wanwan heard the approaching footsteps and turned her head to see Qiao Sen's anxious figure.

After checking the surveillance footage for a long time, Qiao Sen finally spotted Song Wanwan's figure on one of the monitors.

When he arrived at Song Wanwan's location, he looked up and saw the brokenness in her eyes, with a slight smile on her lips.

He spoke calmly, "Qiao Sen, you've arrived."

Qiao Sen paused for a moment, stood next to Song Wanwan, and said, "Ms. Song, Mr. Gu went to dinner with the organizers. I'll take you back to your hotel."

Song Wanwan said calmly, "That includes Su Lina too. Qiao Sen, you're getting more and more dishonest."

Qiao Sen looked at Song Wanwan's indifferent face and felt a pang of panic. He explained, "Miss Su was invited by the organizers. It's a charity event, so it's normal to invite her to dinner."

Song Wanwan stood up, patted her skirt, and said, "Qiao Sen, you don't need to explain. She's not that important."

Johnson paused for a moment, then said nothing more. Sometimes silence is necessary; they were all smart people.

Song Wanwan turned to Qiao Sen and said, "Qiao Sen, take me to the Chengnan Police Station. I have something to take care of."

Despite his obvious confusion, Qiao Sen replied, "Yes."