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

Johnson turned on the navigation and soon arrived at the police station in the south of the city.

Song Wanwan got out of the car and said to Qiao Sen in the car, "Wait for me in the car."

Although Qiao Sen was curious, he replied, "Yes, Miss Song."

Song Wanwan walked into the police station. In the lobby, several people were standing together, whispering to each other.

A police officer with his head buried in front of his computer looked up and faced Song Wanwan as she entered. He frowned slightly and said in a formulaic manner, "You're Song Wanwan, right?"

Suppressing her disappointment, Song Wanwan looked at the police officer with a puzzled expression and asked, "Did you call me? But what's going on?"

Song Wanwan glanced at the police officers standing next to her and the police officers standing in front of the computer desk.

The male police officer in front of the computer slammed his notebook shut and said impatiently, "You're still asking us? You should ask the person who used the state's credibility to resolve their private matter."

At this moment, a policeman stepped aside, and a man in a dark gray bespoke suit sat elegantly in a chair with his legs crossed. His handsome features were sharp, and an assistant in a suit stood beside him.

The man turned his head, a wicked smile playing on his handsome face. He spoke calmly and lazily, "It seems the Singapore police have a pretty good reputation. I thought you called the police later, but they didn't summon me. I looked into it and found you didn't. I think you have a strong sense of civic responsibility. Why didn't you call the police? Have you changed your principles?"

Song Wanwan looked at the man with a surprised expression and asked, "What are you going to do now... what exactly is going on?"

The man calmly said, "You took my phone number. From my perspective, you didn't call me, and I didn't receive a call from the police. Isn't that strange? I want to know what's going on, so I'm turning myself in."

Song Wanwan's mouth gaped open in surprise. What kind of strange thought process was this?

The man stood up, straightened his clothes, and stood up straight, towering over Song Wanwan by a full half-head. Standing in front of Song Wanwan, he exuded an imposing aura and a strong sense of oppression.

He pointed to his chest, "Suspect," then to Song Wanwan, "Victim," and smiled faintly, "I want to see you."

Song Wanwan turned to the male police officer uncertainly and asked, "So you turned yourself in so you could meet as a suspect and a victim?"

The police officer nodded helplessly, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. These were all tricks played by the rich.

The man raised an eyebrow and said unhappily, "I was accused of sexual harassment the first time I met you. I even gave you my phone number, but I couldn't find out your identity, so I used the power of the national system. Sure enough, the service awareness of the Singapore police is very thorough."

The male police officer tapped the table silently, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the man's words.

Song Wanwan gave a wry smile and asked the man, "What do you do? What's your profession?"

The man chuckled and said, "Whatever I do, I can at least be sure I'm not a sexual harasser."

Song Wanwan pursed her lips, looked at the man calmly, and said after thinking for a moment, "It seems that what happened yesterday made you very unhappy."

The man quickly retorted, "No, no, it's just that your attire resembles someone I know, so I mistook you for someone else. But your reaction..."

Song Wanwan felt speechless. Before the man could finish speaking, she interrupted him, saying, "So what do you want to do? Do you want me to bow deeply and apologize? Do you want the police to line up behind me to threaten me?"

The man sneered, "A threat?"

Song Wanwan became somewhat annoyed and said in a displeased tone, "Then why did you have people stand behind you and form a human wall?"

He then pointed his index finger at the row of police officers standing behind him, and then at the other civil servants in front of the desk, saying sarcastically, "Hmph, to be able to use such power to find me, I don't know which powerful family's son you are. You must be very unhappy about what I said, so you want to bully me?"

The man pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek and said, "I had no intention of doing anything, yet you think I'm abusing my power? How can you think that? It seems you have a persecution complex."

Song Wanwan took a breath, suppressing the anger that was about to erupt, and then remembered that she was in the police station and could not do anything reckless.

She raised her eyes and said disdainfully, "Fine, just consider me to have paranoia."

She glared at the man in front of her, somewhat exasperated, and said loudly, "Then what exactly are you doing? You said you came to turn yourself in, not to admit your mistakes and repent, but you say you've mistaken me for someone else because I'm not just a paranoid delusional person, but a crazy woman with a severe paranoid delusional disorder."

"Then don't blame me."

Song Wanwan pointed angrily at the man and said in a deep voice to the male police officer, "Excuse me, I want to call the police. Please help me investigate. He is a sexual harasser, and as the victim, I want to formally report him."

After saying that, Song Wanwan's eyes flashed with anger and disdain as she stared intently at the man, wishing she could bite his neck off.

The man simply smiled calmly, extended his hand, and said, "Hello, victim, I am the suspect, Tang Yunsheng."

Song Wanwan ignored the man's outstretched hand, adjusted her breathing, and told herself not to bother with such a tasteless man.

She gave a soft snort, stopped looking at him, and followed the police to give her statement, occasionally glaring at the man.

Tang Yunsheng withdrew his hand, looking rather bored, and gave an awkward smile.

After Song Wanwan finished giving her statement, she walked out of the police station somewhat annoyed.

Standing outside the police station, I received a WeChat message from Su Lina containing a photo.

In the photo, Gu Tingzhou has his hand on the back of Su Lina's chair, and the two are quite close. Su Lina is covering her mouth and laughing, while Gu Tingzhou looks at her tenderly.

Song Wanwan was feeling resentful when she was inexplicably summoned to the police station and encountered a bizarre man.

I had just left the police station when I received provocative photos from Su Lina.

My hands were trembling with anger as I sent a message: "Wishing you happiness!"

After sending the message, I immediately blocked Su Lina on WeChat.

He also said that his relationship with Su Lina was in the past, and that this matter was still ongoing.

Song Wanwan put away her phone, walked straight to the car, opened the door, and got in.

Qiao Sen glanced at Song Wanwan in the rearview mirror and then started the car.

Song Wanwan immediately checked the flights on her phone and quickly booked a flight back to Beijing for the next possible day.

Back at the hotel, I started packing my luggage.

He found the divorce agreement, signed his name, and placed it on Gu Tingzhou's desk so that Gu would see it as soon as he entered the room.

After doing all this, Song Wanwan left the hotel without any hesitation.

I hailed a taxi at the hotel entrance and went straight to the airport.

Standing in the airport waiting hall, Song Wanwan took out her phone and sent a message to Gu Tingzhou.

I've already signed the divorce papers and I'm heading back to Beijing. I hope that as soon as you return, we can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce.

As soon as the message was sent, Song Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

My past life ended in a tragic way.

In this life, I must stay far away from Gu Tingzhou.