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

After several days of handling by Gu Tingzhou, the online public opinion has disappeared.

Amidst a constant stream of new news events, netizens have long since forgotten about the couple's divorce.

Everything returned to normal, and Song Wanwan went back to work at Rongli.

Although people still discussed Song Wanwan in small groups, the discussion subsided due to Gu Tingzhou's status.

Many people lamented that she was lucky to marry Gu Tingzhou, but they ended up divorcing, which was quite sad.

Song Wanwan continued to go to work as usual, and went home after get off work. She also occasionally went to the gym she had signed up for.

Apart from Gu Tingzhou, who would occasionally appear at her doorstep, she felt that everything was moving in a positive direction.

She got home from the gym tonight, but the sound system broke down, which delayed her. She arrived home more than half an hour later than usual.

She had just reached the corner of the stairs when the motion-sensor lights in the stairwell turned on, and she saw Gu Tingzhou sitting on the steps.

The light shone on his handsome profile, highlighting his smooth and natural jawline and the shadow cast on half of his high, straight nose.

His tightly closed eyes trembled slightly under the light, and in an instant, he opened them.

Their eyes met in the quiet night, and Gu Tingzhou saw Song Wanwan in sportswear through her hazy eyes.

Gu Tingzhou looked down at her from above, stretched with his hands on his legs, and then smiled lazily, saying, "You're back? Why are you so late today? I fell asleep while waiting."

Song Wanwan's eyes narrowed, and she said unhappily, "Has the Gu family gone bankrupt? You're practically sleeping on the stairs now."

Gu Tingzhou didn't seem to mind. He reached for a thermos and said awkwardly, "Why don't you tell me the password? Next time I'll just go in and wait for you. Sleeping on the stairs does disturb other people."

Song Wanwan scoffed, "You really know how to take advantage of others. You're dreaming. If you hadn't come over, none of this would have happened."

Gu Tingzhou shook his head faster than a fan, "No way, I still have to pursue my wife, how can I not come over?"

Song Wanwan looked utterly hopeless, wondering if Gu Tingzhou had lost his mind, since that incident he had started chasing after her.

During the day, she has flowers delivered to her office, and after get off work, she waits outside her own home every day.

She refused to sign for the flowers, and the delivery person would just drop them off and run away; her office was practically turning into a flower shop.

When he came to her house, she would lock him outside and not let him in.

He wasn't angry at all, and even became acquainted with his neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

On one occasion, with Aunt Wang looking at her upstairs with concern, confusion, and even a bit of strangeness, Song Wanwan let Gu Tingzhou into the room.

Once the precedent was set, Gu Tingzhou felt it was only natural for him to enter the house. He even brought up the fact that when Song Wanwan was pursuing him, he had never locked her out of the house, and started making unreasonable demands.

They even borrowed a stool from Aunt Wang upstairs and sat in front of her door.

Song Wanwan learned what it means to be ruthless to oneself; it truly defies your imagination.

Now, whenever Song Wanwan sees him coming, she has a psychological aversion to him, fearing that he might do something unexpected again, so she always opens the door and lets him in.

Anyway, once he's done what he wanted to do, he'll leave on his own.

As usual, Song Wanwan opened the door and went in, changed her shoes, went back to the bedroom to get clothes and take a shower, all in one smooth motion.

Gu Tingzhou walked behind, closed the door, and skillfully changed into his slippers before heading to the kitchen.

When Song Wanwan came out of the bedroom, she smelled a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

Gu Tingzhou was holding a bowl, with Song Wanwan's apron around his waist, featuring a cartoon rabbit pattern. The contrast between the apron and his aristocratic face was striking.

When he saw Song Wanwan come out, he smiled and said, "The timing is just right. I made your favorite osmanthus-flavored sweet rice balls. Try them."

Song Wanwan was already used to it. With a listless look in her eyes, she walked weakly to the table, glanced at the bowl, and said, "Don't you know how to make osmanthus flowers? Anyone who doesn't know better would think it's osmanthus soup."

She picked up the spoon and swirled it in the bowl with obvious disdain. It was a thick layer, and she guessed that if she put it in her mouth, the aroma would be so strong that it would practically pour out of her nose.

Song Wanwan said unhappily, "Let's take it away, I have no appetite."

Gu Tingzhou looked at her with a slightly hurt expression, but only for a moment before he forced a smile and said, "Although there was a bit too much osmanthus, I tasted it and the flavor is still acceptable."

Upon hearing this, Song Wanwan pushed the bowl directly towards Gu Tingzhou, saying, "Since you like it, then you should eat it all. Wasting food is shameful."

Gu Tingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he stared at Song Wanwan without moving.

Song Wanwan was mentally counting the beats, wondering how long Gu Tingzhou could hold on this time.

The previous times, whenever I did this, he would give up, empty the things, tidy up, and leave.

Just as Song Wanwan counted to forty, Gu Tingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, sat up straight in his chair, lowered his head, and scooped food into his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

To show how delicious it was, he even smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"It really tastes good, you should definitely try it."

Song Wanwan shook her head vigorously, clearly refusing to comply.

Just as she was about to tell him to finish eating and leave, a spoonful of glutinous rice balls and osmanthus flowers was shoved into her mouth.

She stood there, spoon in her mouth, glaring fiercely at the culprit, and mumbled indistinctly, "What... are you doing?"

Gu Tingzhou put on a flattering expression, "I've already put it in your mouth, so just try it. This is the second batch I made. The first batch was in a thermos and it went bad."

Song Wanwan bit the spoon tightly, not letting a single drop go in, but the soup still flowed through the gaps between her teeth to the tip of her tongue, and her taste buds could already taste the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

As the soup accumulated, Song Wanwan subconsciously swallowed.

Gu Tingzhou noticed her slight swallowing motion, raised his eyebrows, and smiled. "Since you've already tasted it, open your mouth and eat this bite."

Song Wanwan felt that her little actions had given her away. She glared at him fiercely, opened her mouth, and the small glutinous rice ball in the spoon slid smoothly into her mouth.

She chewed it haphazardly a couple of times, swallowed it, and said coldly, "Alright, it doesn't taste very good. There's too much osmanthus, the glutinous rice balls are overcooked and lack chewiness, and there's too much fermented rice. In short, it's awful!"

Gu Tingzhou looked at her intently, his expression serious. "Okay, I've got it. I'll improve next time."

Song Wanwan looked displeased. "Next time? I didn't give you this to try. Can't you just stay away from me?"