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

Song Wanwan glanced gratefully at Uncle Zhang, then took her usual apron and put it on.

Uncle Zhang handed Song Wanwan some flour and honey water, saying, "Make the dough first."

Song Wanwan hummed in agreement and began adding water little by little to the flour, kneading the dough.

Uncle Zhang stepped aside and said to Gu Tingzhou's mother, "Xiao Chuan'er's wife is acting a bit strange today. Did the young master upset her? Usually, as soon as she hears that a dish is one that the young master likes, she's eager to pester me to teach her how to make it so she can cook it for him. Why does she seem so uninterested today?"

Mrs. Gu looked at Song Wanwan, who was kneading dough with all her might, and sighed, "Such a good daughter-in-law, she has his heart and soul with her and treats him with sincerity, but he doesn't like her. If he misses Wanwan, he will regret it one day."

Uncle Zhang nodded and chimed in, "Yes, the young mistress is such a good person, kind-hearted, never puts on airs with the servants, and even helps me manage the finances. Why doesn't the young master like her?"

Madam Gu sighed and said, "He hasn't realized how good Wanwan is yet. Once he does, he'll like her. The men in the Gu family are all too stubborn and inflexible. It's tough on Wanwan."

Uncle Zhang nodded.

Uncle Zhang taught Song Wanwan how to make a lot of custard buns. After they were steamed, Song Wanwan tasted one and found it to be her favorite flavor. So, a woman should please herself first. To hell with Gu Tingzhou, I'm not going to serve him anymore.

Because Mr. Gu had made an appointment to play chess, he went to his old friend's house.

Gu Tingting was rebuffed when she called Song Wanwan in the morning, so she went out to go shopping with her friends.

So they ate lunch in Uncle Zhang's small kitchen, just the three of them.

The three of them sat on opposite sides of a small table, without regard for master-servant relationships.

When Uncle Zhang finished cooking and brought the dishes to the table, Song Wanwan realized that they were all her favorites.

He also brought a bottle of his own homemade fruit wine, which had a low alcohol content but a strong fruit flavor. The aroma was released as soon as it was poured into the glass.

Uncle Zhang, like an elder, said kindly, "Let's not stand on ceremony at this table today. Wanwan, I'll just call you that."

Song Wanwan responded, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang. All the dishes today are ones I like."

"Eat more if you like it," Madam Gu said with a smile as she served food to Song Wanwan. "You're too thin, you need to eat more."

Song Wanwan was somewhat touched. In this family, Gu's mother was the only one who truly cared about her.

"Thank you, Aunt Gu," Song Wanwan said sincerely.

Song Wanwan took a bite of food, hesitated with her chopsticks in hand, and after a moment of hesitation, finally said, "Mom, I think I won't come here to learn cooking from Uncle Zhang anymore."

Upon hearing this, Madam Gu looked up at her in surprise and said with a smile, "Did Tingzhou discourage you from cooking? Practice makes perfect, take your time."

Uncle Zhang chimed in, "It's all my fault for spoiling the young master's palate. Wanwan, don't worry, Uncle Zhang will definitely teach you properly in the future."

Song Wanwan shook her head and smiled calmly, "No, Mom, Uncle Zhang, you've misunderstood. I have a lot of things to do later, so I probably won't have time to come over."

Madam Gu paused for a moment, and after a brief moment of contemplation, said, "Then take a break for a while, and you can start learning again when you have time."

Song Wanwan looked up at her, silently thinking, "Mother Gu, there won't be any more time for you in the future."

Uncle Zhang took a sip of fruit wine, put down the glass, and said, "Wanwan, if you want to eat any dishes in the future, just tell Uncle Zhang, and Uncle Zhang will cook them for you."

Song Wanwan took her cup and clinked it against Uncle Zhang's, saying, "Well, Uncle Zhang, I won't stand on ceremony. You're still counting on me to manage your finances and earn money for your retirement."

Uncle Zhang scratched his head sheepishly and said, "It's fine as long as I earn a little extra on the side."

The meal was finished in a harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Song Wanwan drank some fruit wine and didn't feel anything, but Madam Gu was worried about her driving back and insisted on leaving her at the old house to sober up.

Unable to refuse, Song Wanwan stayed at the old house.

Madam Gu had a habit of taking a nap, so she went back to her room to close her eyes.

Song Wanwan then took Da Bai for a stroll around the house.

As I passed by a lakeside pavilion, I could hear the sound of mahjong tiles being clattered on a table from afar, along with the occasional sound of women chatting and laughing.

Song Wanwan was neither too close nor too far away, only a bridge away. The trees by the lake were quite lush, completely concealing Song Wanwan's petite figure.

Through the gaps in the branches, she recognized Gu Tingzhou's second aunt as someone playing mahjong with several wealthy ladies.

The group chatted and laughed while playing mahjong, enjoying themselves immensely.

Gu Tingzhou's mother didn't like associating with these wealthy women; she preferred to participate in charity galas or work at welfare homes.

Song Wanwan had accompanied her to several events, and Gu's mother often took care of everything herself.

Song Wanwan only stayed briefly before preparing to take Da Bai to explore other places.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard someone mention my name.

Song Wanwan stopped in her tracks, held her breath and listened intently, then took out her phone and started recording.

A wealthy woman in her forties, dressed in a fashionable and youthful style, held a card with her fingers raised and said with a mocking tone, "Song Wanwan? Isn't she your nephew's wife? The one who got to her position last year by sleeping with your nephew, right?"

Gu Tingzhou's second aunt reached out and slapped her, saying with a hint of annoyance, "Be careful with your mouth, someone might overhear you."

The fashionable rich woman chuckled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? This is your turf. The people sitting here aren't gossipy old women. If we just sit here playing cards and don't chat about everyday things, it'll be so boring."

The other two smiled in agreement when they heard what the fashionable rich woman said.

One of the wealthy women, dressed in a cheongsam with an ink painting design, stroked the black cat on her lap, picked up a card and threw it away, saying casually, "Speaking of which, Mrs. Gu, you should thank your nephew's wife. If she hadn't married your nephew, how could your eldest son have found such a good match?"

She played a card and continued, "I heard that back then, Grandpa Gu really liked the Huo family's daughter and was going to give her to your nephew. He even asked my old man to be the middleman. Who knew that in the end, your son would get the better deal."

After saying that, she covered her mouth and chuckled.

Gu Tingzhou's second aunt was very happy, but said in a pretentious manner, "That's the good fortune of the younger generation. It shows that my Tingyao and Miss Huo are destined to be together."

The wealthy woman in the cheongsam was referring to Miss Huo, whom Song Wanwan had met once during weekly gatherings at the Gu family's old mansion.

Regardless of appearance, education, knowledge, or family background, in Beijing, she can be said to be on par with Gu Jia and is indeed a better choice for a daughter-in-law.

This was the first time Song Wanwan had heard anyone mention it; she had no idea that there was such a twist behind her marriage.

No wonder Gu Tingzhou couldn't stand her. If she hadn't married him, Mrs. Gu would be Miss Huo.

Now she's his sister-in-law, and I heard the two families are already discussing the wedding date.

The fashionable rich woman scoffed, "Fate? Outsiders may not know, but we know that you, Mrs. Gu, played a part in your nephew and nephew's marriage, didn't you?!"

Gu Tingzhou's second aunt hurriedly reached out, trying to cover the fashionable rich woman's mouth.

As a result, the fashionable rich woman nimbly dodged and deliberately teased her, saying, "That night it was your nephew's birthday, we were playing cards in the private room upstairs, and you were out for an hour and didn't come back. Honestly, did you go out to do something?"

Gu Tingzhou's second aunt stared at her wide-eyed. "What could I possibly do there? I'm just going down to see how Tingzhou's birthday party is going and if he needs any help."

The fashionable rich woman looked at her with disbelief and said, "Just helping out? Ever since you came back, you've been distracted, looking like you've done something wrong. That night, Mrs. Gu lost quite a bit of money."

Gu Tingzhou's second aunt glared at her angrily, "Even playing cards can't shut you up. Are you going to play or not? If not, then we're done."

When the fashionable and wealthy woman saw that Mrs. Gu's expression had changed, she put away her joking face and started playing cards seriously.

Standing by the lake, Song Wanwan was drenched in cold sweat. Her hands gripped the tree trunk, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It turns out that what happened between her and Gu Tingzhou in the room was all a setup, and it was even related to Gu Tingzhou's second aunt.

Thinking back on all the misfortunes of her past life, it was all because of that one night when she silently endured Gu Tingzhou's disgust and neglect.

After that night, public opinion broke out, and it must have been someone stirring things up behind the scenes for it to escalate so quickly.

Song Wanwan took a deep breath to calm her anger.

I took out my phone, looked at the recording screen, pressed the pause button, and took a few photos of the people in the pavilion.

Song Wanwan secretly made a decision in her heart: in this life, she would not only get a divorce, but also find out who framed her.