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

Qiao Sen dropped Song Wanwan off at the hotel entrance, took her suitcase from the trunk, and handed it to her.

He then took out the room key and handed it to her.

Song Wanwan glanced at the room card, 2801, which was the top-floor suite, and narrowed her eyes.

Without accepting the room key, he said, "Can I book a room by myself?"

Qiao Sen was taken aback and said, "Too... no, Miss Song, you'd better stay with President Gu. This hotel is an investment of the Gu Group. These past few days, some of the executives from the partner companies that President Gu has been discussing are also staying here. If reporters or others find out anything, it won't be good for either President Gu or you."

After thinking for a moment, Song Wanwan said, "Okay, I understand."

I took the room key and pulled my suitcase into the hotel lobby.

Johnson stared at her departing figure, feeling a mix of emotions.

She always clung to President Gu, wishing she could be with him every moment.

Now that he has the opportunity to live with President Gu, he actually wants to book a room by himself.

Qiao Sen chuckled lightly; his feigned indifference was truly brilliant.

Song Wanwan swiped her card to enter the top-floor suite. She looked around and saw that the amenities were very complete, even including a treadmill.

However, there is only one bedroom; the rest is a study, where a large desk takes up half the space.

The bed was huge. If it were Song Wanwan from her previous life, she would have taken a blanket and slept on the sofa, or she would have slept on the floor.

This was something she and Gu Tingzhou had agreed upon.

But since they're getting a divorce, who's going to indulge him anymore?

Song Wanwan smirked, immediately took off her slippers, and rolled around on the bed. The presidential suite bed was so comfortable!

Gu Tingzhou, that scoundrel, really knows how to enjoy himself.

Song Wanwan quickly became dissatisfied with just lying down. She stood up abruptly from the bed and began jumping and bouncing around on it.

He was jumping around and laughing all the while; this bed is really bouncy.

Soon, the doorbell rang.

Song Wanwan was having a great time. Slightly out of breath, she immediately got off the bed, glanced back at her handiwork, and saw that the tidy bed had become a mess.

Gu Tingzhou is a germaphobe. If he sees the bed so messy, especially with all the things he's touched, he definitely won't touch it. That's his domain.

Song Wanwan chuckled to herself and went to open the door; it was the hotel food delivery.

Song Wanwan opened the door and let the hotel staff in.

The hotel staff came in, set out the meal, said "Wishing you a pleasant meal," and then left.

Song Wanwan looked at the food on the table, took a small bite of each dish, and couldn't eat anymore. It wasn't that the food was bad, but that she really couldn't finish it.

She asked the hotel staff to collect her meal, then went to take a bath. It turned out she must have slept too much on the plane, because the more she bathed, the more excited she became, and in this state, she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Since I can't sleep, I might as well find something to have fun with.

She searched on her phone to see if there were any fun places nearby.

Unexpectedly, there really is.

There's a bar nearby that's having some kind of carnival event, and lots of young, handsome guys are showing off their eight-pack abs.

Looking at Song Wanwan, she clicked her tongue and thought to herself, "In my past life, I could only see that bastard Gu Tingzhou. There were other good-looking men besides him."

She's definitely a looks-obsessed person. She admits that Gu Tingzhou is exactly her type, and she was initially attracted to him because he was so handsome.

But she wasted the whole forest for one man; she was purely love-struck.

Back in the day, Song Wanwan was a prominent figure at school. Not only was she beautiful and the school beauty, but she was also a top student with real talent.

There were just as many people pursuing her as there were pursuing Gu Tingzhou, so why was she so bewitched and fell for him? She never enjoyed a single day of being surrounded by admirers like a school beauty.

The more Song Wanwan thought about it, the more she felt it wasn't worth it. She immediately pulled a black lace dress out of her suitcase, paired it with a black leather jacket, put on some exquisite makeup, slung her bag over her shoulder, and left the hotel in black high heels.

I hailed a car at the hotel entrance and headed straight to the bar.

Song Wanwan paid the fare and got off the bus. Before she could even stand up straight, a man with an unfamiliar aura suddenly pulled her into his arms and pinched her waist.

The man leaned close to Song Wanwan's ear and said in a suggestive tone, "Baby, why did you take so long to get here!"

Song Wanwan had never experienced such a shock before. She pushed the man away and looked at him with a look of horror.

She said angrily, "Who's your baby? Where were you touching just now? Who are you?"

The man was clearly startled, and after seeing Song Wanwan's face clearly, he said with annoyance, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Song Wanwan clearly didn't believe it. It wasn't pitch black; there were streetlights on the street. How could she have mistaken someone for someone else?

He chuckled softly, "Right? You must have mistaken me for someone else. That's what perverts with malicious intentions usually say."

The man continued to explain, "No, you've misunderstood. I mistook you for one of my friends."

Song Wanwan didn't believe it at all, and immediately took out her phone and started taking pictures of the man's face.

The man was clearly taken aback and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

After taking the photo and saving it on her phone, Song Wanwan went to the dial pad and asked the man, "Phone number?"

Before the man could react to Song Wanwan's move, he smiled and asked in confusion, "What?"

Song Wanwan stared at the man and said calmly, "I was asking for your phone number. Given your behavior just now, I suspect you have some malicious intent, which constitutes sexual harassment. I'm going to call the police. I have my principles: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. However, I won't handle this myself; I'll let the police take care of it."

The man chuckled and said with pursed lips, "Police?"

Song Wanwan held her phone. "Yes! Do you think I've only seen a pervert like you once or twice on TV? In this situation, of course I would call the police. It's only right. After all, we live in a society governed by the rule of law, and Singapore is no exception."

The man glanced to the side, put his hands in his pockets, and gave a mocking smile.

Song Wanwan squinted at him, "Are you laughing?"

The man smiled, amusement in his eyes. "Oh, a society governed by law? This is getting more and more interesting."

Song Wanwan looked at the man in astonishment. Although he had a face that could be described as outrageous, his thought process was just too peculiar.

"Interesting? Oh, I see, you're just putting on a brave face? Fine, since you won't give me your number anyway, I took your picture. Calling the police won't be hard."

Song Wanwan looked around and noticed that there were surveillance cameras at the intersection next to her and at the entrance of the bar.

Her phone was still on the dial pad, her fingers rapidly pressing the emergency number.

Seeing Song Wanwan's actions, the man suddenly spoke up: "010-0020-0291".

Song Wanwan stopped dialing the phone and looked up at the man in front of her.

The man chuckled and asked, "Didn't you hear me? I'll say it again?"

Song Wanwan looked at the man in surprise. Did he mistake her for a woman trying to flirt with him? And in this way?

The man's gaze swept over Song Wanwan from head to toe, and he chuckled softly, saying meaningfully, "Now it looks different, but this is also quite interesting. Please contact me; I'm waiting for you to call the police."

The man gave a wicked smile, then turned and left.

Song Wanwan frowned as she watched the man leave. There are always oddballs every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual.

She wrote down the man's phone number, put her phone in her bag, and went into the bar.