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

The deep blue iridescent glass contains an obsidian stone in the center, cut into 12 mirrors, which sparkles under the light.

This is a design drawing made by Song Wanwan herself. She spent some time finding a piece of obsidian that was free of any impurities.

After tearing up one design sketch after another, the final design turned out like this, and it's just as beautiful as I imagined.

But at this moment, Song Wanwan felt like she was holding a hot potato.

Every year, a month before Gu Tingzhou's birthday, Song Wanwan would go through a mental breakdown, racking her brains to prepare birthday gifts for him.

Each time, Gu Tingzhou would simply say thank you, without even glancing at the package, and toss it away in some unknown place.

These cufflinks were made at this handmade shop before Song Wanwan was reborn, after she had given the design to the shop.

What a coincidence today, otherwise Song Wanwan would have forgotten about this whole thing.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, glanced at it, and then tossed it into her bag.

*

A well-known hotel in Shanghai.

Qiao Sen felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the constant stream of transaction notifications on his work phone.

If I keep swiping, my card might explode.

Of course he knew who was using the card.

This card has never made a beep before, but why are there so many transactions today?

After much deliberation, he finally knocked on the door of Gu Tingzhou's study.

Gu Tingzhou raised his head, and his unfriendly gaze made Qiao Sen's heart tremble.

Johnson suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Gu Tingzhou worked overtime until the early hours of the morning last night, and then went to visit Su Lina on set early this morning. He had a long face when he came back, clearly in a bad mood.

Didn't he have a pleasant conversation with Miss Su?

Will this bring up Song Wanwan's matter and make things worse?

Gu Tingzhou was a little impatient. "Just say what you have to say!"

Qiao Sen had no choice but to walk up to Gu Tingzhou and carefully open the information list.

Gu Tingzhou glanced at the screen.

All the messages were from shopping mall purchases.

Large sums of money, ranging from millions to tens or hundreds of thousands, come from women's brand stores and men's clothing brands.

There's also the handmade clothing shop where Gu Tingzhou makes custom-made clothes.

Gu Tingzhou frowned slightly. Song Wanwan knew that his clothes were all custom-made and that he only had them made at one shop.

The men's clothing store where she swiped her card was clearly not a place befitting Gu Tingzhou's status.

The credit card amount at the tailor shop where I ordered the clothes wasn't even enough to buy a tie.

He simply told Johnson that he understood and then let Johnson leave.

Just as Qiao Sen was turning to leave, Gu Tingzhou suddenly asked, "Did Song Wanwan call today?"

Johnson paused for a moment, then replied, "No."

Not only Gu Tingzhou found it strange, but Qiao Sen found it strange as well.

His phone was unusually quiet today, but he clearly saw the photos on Gu Tingting's WeChat Moments.

But Song Wanwan didn't send a single message or make a single phone call.

Gu Tingzhou took out his phone and scrolled to Song Wanwan's WeChat messages, which showed records of messages she had sent and then deleted.

Several messages were displayed in a row: "The other party withdrew a message."

What exactly did she post, and then delete?

Gu Tingzhou hesitated for a moment, then chuckled self-deprecatingly and put his phone away.

*

Song Wanwan looked at her shoulder-length perm, dyed a honey brown, and found it both sweet and edgy with a retro vibe. She was very satisfied with it.

Yesterday, after Qin Feng left to finalize the design plans with the renovation company, Song Wanwan and Bai Li went to their usual hair salon.

When the hairdresser cut off Song Wanwan's long hair, which she had kept for many years, everyone felt it was a pity.

Song Wanwan felt as if she was about to be freed, and she remembered a line from a song: "I cut my hair short, and cut off my worries."

Song Wanwan cut her hair short, starting everything from the "head".

While she was still admiring herself, Song Wanwan's phone beeped with a message notification.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was sent by my uncle, Shen Yunqing.

We're here! Come down quickly, we've only been waiting for you for two minutes!

Song Wanwan raised the corners of her eyes slightly and smiled knowingly.

She immediately went downstairs, picked up the pastries she had made yesterday from the refrigerator, told her mother and grandfather about them, and then went out.

Thinking about seeing her grandparents soon, Song Wanwan walked incredibly fast, as if she were on fire.

Upon arriving at the gate of the old house, I saw Shen Yunqing standing with his back to the door, making a phone call. He was dressed in a casual beige outfit, looking neat and tidy. It was the back view of my uncle that I remembered.

Song Wanwan's eyes stung, and she held back the urge to cry.

It's been so long, my little uncle, I miss you so much.

Song Wanwan quietly approached Shen Yunqing, and taking advantage of his distraction while he was on the phone, she climbed onto his back, just like she had done countless times when she was a child.

Shen Yunqing's hand froze as she made the call. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, but it was fleeting. Then, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up, revealing a touch of doting affection.

"How old are you? Still climbing on my back? Be careful, or I'll carry you to sell you."

Song Wanwan's cheerful voice rang out, "Okay, let's sell it to Grandpa, and we'll split the money."

Shen Yunqing chuckled helplessly, "With your small frame, even if you were sold by weight, it wouldn't be enough for me to buy a whole cart of wheels."

Song Wanwan then noticed that Shen Yunqing had changed to a new car, a tall Range Rover Extended Edition.

Song Wanwan circled the car, clicking her tongue twice. "Uncle, didn't you dislike SUVs?"

Shen Yunqing flicked Song Wanwan's head with her hand, and Song Wanwan cried out in pain, but it didn't hurt.

"You little ingrate, I don't know who said that every time we take a car back to the seaside villa and cross the Heng Hai Bridge, we can't see the lighthouse on the other side of the sea. I'll switch to a car with a higher chassis, so open your eyes wide and look carefully later."

A look of realization flashed across Song Wanwan's eyes, and a relieved smile appeared on her lips, but her voice trembled slightly, "I just said it casually, and you actually remembered it."

Shen Yunqing didn't pay much attention to Song Wanwan's expression. He walked to the passenger side, opened the car door, and said with a smile, "My little princess, please get in the car."

Song Wanwan took a deep breath, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She walked up to Shen Yunqing and hugged him tightly, "Uncle, thank you."

Thank you for remembering what I said casually, and thank you for still being by my side.

Shen Yunqing was a little confused and gave an awkward laugh. "Are you that touched? Every car in Gu Tingzhou's garage is better than mine. I used to show them off to you."

Song Wanwan secretly wiped the corner of her eye, then released Shen Yunqing and got into the passenger seat. "Uncle, let's go!"

Shen Yunqing was a little confused about what was wrong with Song Wanwan today. She was so moved that she wanted to cry just now, but why did her expression change so suddenly?

He got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car.

After the car had driven some distance, Shen Yunqing secretly glanced at Song Wanwan and saw that she had no expression on her face.

She cautiously inquired, "What's wrong? Why is my little princess unhappy? Weren't you just happy? Did you quarrel with Gu Tingzhou?"