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

Song Wanwan wasn't sure either. Since Gu Tingyao was willing to chat with her, she decided to try and trick him to see his reaction.

Gu Tingyao was taken aback at first, then said sarcastically as if he had heard a joke, "Didn't you pursue him for so many years, and then seize the opportunity to get into Gu Tingzhou's bed? How come now that you can't get Gu Tingzhou's love, you want to take your anger out on me? Song Wanwan, you really know how to shift the blame."

Song Wanwan didn't give up and continued, "That night you helped Gu Tingzhou into the hotel room, so you have the room key."

Gu Tingyao turned his head and looked at him, his brows and eyes exuding a cold and aloof air, his gaze indifferent and profound. He sneered, "Song Wanwan, you've wasted your big eyes, you're really blind."

After saying that, Gu Tingyao turned to leave.

Song Wanwan suddenly stood up from the swing and shouted behind him, "If I hadn't married Gu Tingzhou, how could you have married Huo Nanxin?"

Gu Tingyao paused briefly as he was about to lift his foot, then slowly turned around, a cold smile playing on his lips, his deep, affectionate eyes filled with emotions that Song Wanwan couldn't decipher.

It seemed to carry a faint sense of loneliness, and also an endless chill.

Gu Tingyao turned around and approached Song Wanwan.

Song Wanwan took a step back somewhat timidly and leaned against the swing set, with nowhere left to retreat.

His eyes were devoid of warmth, a fleeting darkness passing through them, as he spoke in a deep voice: "I, Gu Tingyao, am not so lowly as to rely on women to climb the social ladder. If a woman is not the one I want, whether she is surnamed Huo or Fu, it is all the same to me. Unlike you, who can never see anyone else but Gu Tingzhou."

"You provoked me in the first place just to get closer to Gu Tingzhou, didn't you? Using me as a stepping stone wasn't enough, now that you think Gu Tingzhou dislikes you, you want to take it out on me. Song Wanwan, you've got a really clever plan."

Gu Tingyao took a breath and said, word by word, "You are truly shameless!"

Gu Tingyao's oppressive approach startled Song Wanwan. Her eyes reddened, and she said loudly, "I never provoked you, nor did I use you as a stepping stone."

Afraid that Gu Tingyao wouldn't believe her, she stared into his eyes and said, "Gu Tingyao, I didn't!"

Their eyes met, for a second, two seconds...

Gu Tingyao was the first to look away, letting out a sigh of relief, as if he had given in to himself, and gave a bitter smile, "Whether you believe it or not, I never intended to send you to Gu Tingzhou's bed."

After a brief silence, somewhat annoyed, he turned and left without pausing.

Song Wanwan sat down on the swing. According to Gu Tingyao, what happened at the hotel that night had nothing to do with him.

That was related to Gu Tingzhou's second aunt; Gu Tingyao was not involved.

She looked up at Gu Tingyao's retreating figure as he walked further and further away.

So the reason he hated her so much was because she felt that she had tried to get close to Gu Tingzhou in the first place.

But that's not how it is. She wanted to treat Gu Tingyao as a good friend, so how did it turn out like this?

Completely baffled, Song Wanwan returned to her bedroom in frustration.

Gu Tingzhou hasn't returned yet, and I guess he's not coming back.

Song Wanwan lay on the chaise lounge, unable to fall asleep. She eventually climbed into bed, where the faint scent of orchids emanating from Gu Tingzhou was quite pleasant.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, Song Wanwan finally fell into a deep sleep.

While Song Wanwan was still asleep, she heard rustling sounds coming from the room.

She woke up immediately.

Aunt Liu saw Song Wanwan sitting up in bed and said apologetically, "Young Madam, I'm sorry, I disturbed your sleep."

Song Wanwan yawned and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's nothing, Aunt Liu. Why are you carrying your suitcase?"

Aunt Liu stood respectfully and said, "Assistant Qiao is waiting in the living room downstairs. He said that the young master is going on a business trip and asked us to pack some clothes to change into."

Song Wanwan got out of bed and casually said, "Oh, then you can tidy up."

Aunt Liu looked at Song Wanwan, who seemed indifferent, in astonishment and said, "Young Madam, aren't you going to pack some clothes for the young master? You've always been the one who chose his clothes. You would pack several outfits for him when he went on a business trip, and you would decide what clothes he would wear each day."

Yes, in the past, I worked so hard, and some people would complain that I was making a fuss. They wouldn't wear the outfits I put together, but would do whatever they wanted.

Song Wanwan gave an awkward laugh. "He's an adult now, he should learn to be independent. Just do what you think is best. He'll buy what he needs himself, he's not short of money."

Aunt Liu looked at Song Wanwan with some surprise; she really was different.

Song Wanwan went into the bathroom to wash up. It just so happened that Gu Tingzhou was away on a business trip, so she could go back to see her grandfather. Otherwise, she would be busy as soon as she got to work.

After she finished washing up, Aunt Liu packed her suitcase and went downstairs to hand it over to Qiao Sen.

He whispered to Qiao Sen, "Assistant Qiao, the young mistress is still sleeping. I packed her luggage. If it's not suitable, I'll have to trouble you to buy some for her later."

Qiao Sen, holding his suitcase, immediately understood what Aunt Liu meant. He nodded, picked up his suitcase, and left.

Song Wanwan dialed Shen Yunqing's number. After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Uncle, do you have time to go back to the seaside villa together tomorrow?"

Shen Yunqing's busy voice came from the other end of the phone. He held the phone to his ear while signing the document and handing it to his secretary.

"What, Gu Tingzhou gave you a day off?"

Song Wanwan sighed and said, "He's away on a business trip."

Shen Yunqing chuckled and teased, "Are you sure you don't want him to go on a business trip alone? Aren't you going with him?"

Song Wanwan pursed her lips and said, "Shen Yunqing, don't bring up things that are hard to talk about. I just miss my grandfather and want to go see him."

Shen Yunqing laughed and said, "You're so disrespectful. You're the one who calls me by my name."

Song Wanwan chuckled awkwardly, "Uncle, Grandpa said you haven't been back for a long time, so he asked me to bring you back."

"Wait, I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow morning. If you miss that time, I won't wait for you."

"You dare! I'll tell Grandpa and he'll skin you alive."

Shen Yunqing laughed out loud on the phone, "I give up. This is the only trick you've ever used since we were kids."

Song Wanwan laughed along, "If one move can be fatal, why bother learning anything else?"

Song Wanwan and Shen Yunqing were used to being mischievous, and they could still hear their uncle's hearty laughter, as if they were in a dream.

Song Wanwan suddenly felt that this moment was truly wonderful.

This is the only thing she can be thankful for after her rebirth: the people who love her are still there.

She chatted with Shen Yunqing for a few moments with a smile before hanging up the phone.

Song Wanwan decided to learn how to make some pastries from Uncle Zhang, and bring them back to her maternal grandfather and his family tomorrow so they could taste her cooking.