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

Song Wanwan did not return to the old family house that night, but stayed at her maternal grandfather's place for the night, since everyone was at Rose Manor and had not returned.

She didn't turn on her phone all night, and only turned it on the next morning when she arrived at Rongli Capital.

When she turned on her phone, she saw a missed call from Gu Tingzhou, and also a message from Bai Li saying that Gu Tingzhou had called her to ask if Song Wanwan was with her.

Song Wanwan replied to Bai Li with a message, saying that she went to her maternal grandfather's house last night.

"Has something happened? I sense Gu Tingzhou is a bit anxious. Is he worried something might have happened to you?"

Song Wanwan replied, "Don't worry about the divorce, I'm fine."

She scrolled through her WeChat Moments and found that Gu Tingting's Moments contained photos of their group going fishing at sea the previous night. Su Lina was also in the photos, as was Gu Tingzhou.

Song Wanwan couldn't help but doubt Bai Li's claim that Gu Tingzhou was worried about her. He probably felt that if he left suddenly, it would be difficult to explain to Gu's mother.

If you're worried, you can still go night fishing at sea.

Song Wanwan scoffed coldly, exited WeChat, and focused on her work.

Qiao Sen called, and Song Wanwan raised an eyebrow and answered the phone.

Qiao Sen said businesslike, "Ms. Song, you've finally turned on your phone. You left suddenly last night. President Gu said you went back to the city and asked me to find you."

Song Wanwan said calmly, "Thank you, Qiao Sen. I'm fine. I've gone back to my grandfather's house."

Qiao Sen said, "It's good that you're alright. I'll let President Gu know."

Song Wanwan hung up the phone. Gu Tingzhou and the others must have stayed out too late last night, because they hadn't arrived at the company yet.

When Song Wanwan got off work in the afternoon, she went to the faculty building at Peking University.

She hasn't been back here for a long time. Except for the occasional stay when she first got into Peking University, she usually just has a housekeeper come to clean the house.

This is the faculty dormitory where Song Wanwan's mother lived when she was teaching at Peking University. It was a simple two-bedroom apartment on the second floor.

Song Wanwan pushed open the door and walked in with somewhat heavy steps. Gazing at the unchanged house, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, as if she had found a sense of belonging to a home.

Although she lived in a villa of more than 2,000 square meters after marrying Gu Tingzhou, with all the amenities, she felt that although the house was big, her heart was empty.

Waiting for someone to come home every night makes the emptiness feel even greater.

Even though they were divorced and Gu Tingzhou would give her the villa, she had no desire to live there.

She wanted to go back to this house, the place where she and her mother had lived for several years after her father passed away, a place that still held her mother's memories.

She had once resisted coming here.

But having experienced life and death, what he misses most are the years he spent living with his mother.

She rolled up her sleeves, took a handkerchief, and carefully wiped all the ornaments on the table. She also cleaned every corner of the room.

Looking at the tidy room, every corner holds precious memories.

My mother's room remains exactly the same, with the blue floral bed sheets, the rattan rocking chair, and the rows of bookshelves—nothing has changed.

She picked up the photo album and started flipping through it. It was full of photos of her from childhood to adulthood, as well as photos of her parents together.

The more she looked at the photo album, the more her heart felt heavy. She hugged the album, curled up, and lay down on the bed.

Her eyes were closed, and tears from the corners of her eyes soaked the sheets, like blooming blue flowers.

I don't know how much time passed before the phone rang.

Song Wanwan slowly opened her eyes. It was already completely dark, with only the streetlights in the neighborhood letting in some light.

She reached out and picked up the phone.

"Song Wanwan, where have you been? Aren't you coming back?"

Song Wanwan took her phone away and glanced at it. It was Gu Tingzhou calling; she hadn't misheard his voice.

Song Wanwan said calmly, "I'll be back soon."

She hung up the phone and looked around the house again. In a few days, she would be able to move in.

She also needs to buy some daily necessities, and she wants to take advantage of her time after get off work these next few days to get everything ready.

Thinking about her new life that was about to begin, she couldn't help but smile.

When Song Wanwan returned to the Gu family's old house, Grandpa Gu and the others were already asleep, so she went straight to her bedroom.

She took a shower and lay down on the bed. Gu Tingzhou walked out of the study.

His eyes were deep, his brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of barely perceptible worry lingered in them. "What happened to you yesterday? I asked Su Lina's cousin, and she said she had never seen you before. Why did you do that yesterday?"

Song Wanwan glanced at him, her coldness and aloofness immediately apparent, and said coldly, "I've mistaken you for someone else."

Gu Tingzhou's eyes flashed, and he said with dissatisfaction, "You almost strangled Su Lina, and you said 'I was wrong' so easily."

Song Wanwan said sarcastically, "Are you standing up for Su Lina? Why don't you take me to the police station? It's not like this is the first time you've done this."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tingzhou's dark and deep gaze fell on her face, and he said in surprise, "When did I ever take you to the police station?"

Song Wanwan realized she had let something slip as soon as she spoke: in this life, Gu Tingzhou hadn't yet sent her to the police station because of Su Lina.

Her eyes flashed, and she changed her tone, saying, "No, I remembered wrong."

Gu Tingzhou stared at her intently, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "I feel like you've been acting strangely lately, like you're talking nonsense."

Song Wanwan didn't take it seriously and muttered under her breath, "Anyway, I can't stand it for more than a few days."

I reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, then lay down and fell asleep.

Gu Tingzhou immediately closed his mouth again after opening it. He had wanted to ask her a few more questions, but he didn't expect her to be so indifferent.

Her condition and reaction yesterday were clearly abnormal. How could a perfectly healthy person suddenly go crazy? She must have been stimulated by something.

After she left, he pulled up the manor's surveillance video and watched it repeatedly, but found nothing.

The only explanation is that she was heading towards Sulina, but the two hadn't had any major conflicts before.

Since Su Lina returned to China, apart from some normal work-related contact, she has not done anything that could anger Song Wanwan.

If Song Wanwan was jealous of Su Lina's past relationship with her, she wouldn't have gone so far as to want to kill her.

So, Song Wanwan, what exactly are you hiding?

Gu Tingzhou glanced at Song Wanwan lying on the bed again and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

I was still a little worried about her last night.

He boarded the yacht, made arrangements for everyone's fishing trip, then disembarked, returned to his room, and waited for her message.

She was also afraid that if she went back to the city alone, her grandfather and mother would think that something serious had happened to Song Wanwan and worry them, so she asked Qiao Sen to look for someone in the city.

He didn't get a good night's rest.

She can actually sleep; she's so heartless.

Gu Tingzhou sighed and went back to his study to work on the documents.