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

Gu Tingzhou didn't return to the old house last night, but Song Wanwan wasn't worried. After all, he had so many friends who wouldn't abandon him.

Her only worry was whether Gu Tingzhou would be absent today.

But he was so angry and decisive last night, he definitely won't stand me up.

She called Jian Xuyan to ask for leave, saying that she had important matters to attend to today.

She wore a striking red dress, the exact same one she wore a month earlier when she filed for divorce.

I hope I can get the divorce certificate smoothly this time.

She drove to the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, sat in the car, and watched the time tick by.

She frowned, having already missed the agreed-upon time with Gu Tingzhou. She waited for another ten minutes or so, but Gu Tingzhou still hadn't arrived.

At first, she thought it was because Gu Tingzhou had stayed up too late on his birthday yesterday and got up late, which caused the delay.

Unexpectedly, more than ten minutes passed without Gu Tingzhou showing up.

She tried calling Gu Tingzhou's cell phone, but it was switched off, and she immediately had a bad feeling.

She dialed Johnson's cell phone, it rang a few times, and she answered.

She asked anxiously, "Qiao Sen, is Gu Tingzhou at the company?"

Qiao Sen glanced at Gu Tingzhou, who had just gotten out of bed and looked somewhat listless.

He replied in a low voice, "President Gu got drunk last night and slept in the office break room. He just woke up now. But we have to go to another company soon."

Song Wanwan raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with urgency and unease, and said loudly, "Qiao Sen, tell Gu Tingzhou not to go anywhere, just wait for me at the company, I'll be there in half an hour."

With that, Song Wanwan hung up the phone.

Gu Tingzhou rubbed his temples, feeling a headache and a slight redness in his eyes, as if he were feeling unwell.

Qiao Sen said cautiously, "President Gu, President Qin of Jin Chen is already waiting for you at the company, but Miss Song wants you to wait for her for half an hour."

With a hint of aloofness in his eyes, Gu Tingzhou said with slight impatience, "Ignore her, business is more important."

Qiao Sen didn't say anything more and went to prepare the materials he would need for the meeting later.

When Song Wanwan drove up to Gu Tingzhou's building, she saw him get into the back seat of the car from a distance, and Qiao Sen got into the front seat. The driver immediately started the car.

She cursed under her breath and immediately drove after them.

She tried to call Gu Tingzhou using her Bluetooth headset while driving, but the line was always busy, probably because she had changed her phone settings.

Her expression turned cold, her brows furrowed, and she called Qiao Sen again.

Qiao Sen glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing. Holding the phone felt like holding a hot potato.

He glanced back at Gu Tingzhou, who was resting with his eyes closed, and silently silenced his phone.

When the phone went unanswered, Song Wanwan felt a surge of anger, which she suppressed but couldn't vent, her face flushing with rage.

As they passed a traffic light, Song Wanwan drove alongside Gu Tingzhou's black Bentley.

His car has privacy film applied, so you can't see the people inside at all.

Song Wanwan bit her lip, her anger rising to her head.

As soon as the light turned green, she stepped on the gas, overtook the black Bentley, and drove in front of it.

Just past the intersection and near the roadside, Song Wanwan slammed on the brakes.

The driver of the car behind saw the car about to collide with it, his heart skipped a beat, and he slammed on the brakes.

They stopped very close to Song Wanwan's car.

Gu Tingzhou leaned forward due to inertia and almost hit the back of the seat in front of him.

He frowned, and asked with some annoyance, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Gu Tingzhou's unpleasant expression, Qiao Sen cautiously said, "Mr. Gu, it's Miss Song's car."

Song Wanwan knocked directly on the driver's side window. The driver, still looking shaken, rolled down the window.

Suppressing her dissatisfaction, she said angrily, "Master, get down."

Before the driver could answer, Song Wanwan reached out and opened the car door, helping him out of his seat.

He tossed his car keys to the driver and got into the driver's seat.

She looked up at the driver and said, "Could you please drive my car back for me?"

The driver knew, of course, that Song Wanwan was Gu Tingzhou's wife. Seeing that his boss hadn't said anything, he stood helplessly on the side of the road with the car keys in his hand.

Gu Tingzhou leaned against the car window with one hand, his brows furrowed with a chilling aura as he impatiently watched Song Wanwan's bizarre actions.

His deep voice suppressed his impatience, "Are you out of your mind again? Do you know how dangerous it is to overtake or cut off other cars?"

Suppressing her anger, Song Wanwan said coldly, "Who told you not to answer the phone? Didn't you promise to get a divorce at 9 pm last night? Trying to run away?"

The car suddenly fell silent. Qiao Sen's eyes widened in astonishment as he looked back and forth between the two men in disbelief. Was this something his little assistant should know?

Just as he was about to open the car door and get out, Gu Tingzhou's voice came from behind.

"Qiao Sen, how much longer until the agreed meeting with President Qin?"

Qiao Sen forced himself to sit back down and weakly replied, "Mr. Gu, there's still half an hour left."

Gu Tingzhou's deep-set eyes darkened. "I heard you. I have an appointment with a client, and I only have half an hour left. If this affects a contract worth hundreds of billions, you'll be the one to compensate for the losses?"

Song Wanwan thought Gu Tingzhou was very cunning. He had promised to do something yesterday, so why didn't he arrange it in the morning instead of colliding the two things together?

Seeing that Song Wanwan didn't speak, Gu Tingzhou raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you think I did it on purpose?"

“Josen…”

Qiao Sen immediately understood that Gu Tingzhou wanted him to explain.

"Ms. Song, Mr. Qin also changed the contract signing time at the last minute. He has to go abroad for some business, so the time was..."

Song Wanwan looked up at Qiao Sen, who nodded solemnly again.

Her anger subsided a little. "Couldn't you have just called to let me know? I had to come all this way here."

Gu Tingzhou didn't even raise his eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Whether I tell you or not, you'll still come after me. If I tell you over the phone, would you believe me?"

Song Wanwan stopped herself in her tracks, wondering if she would believe him.

She would never believe it; she would only think that Gu Tingzhou was deliberately making excuses to avoid it, what kind of trick was he playing? How could it just happen to be so perfect? ​​She would definitely go and confirm it herself.

Gu Tingzhou said without any emotion, "Compared to the company contract, a divorce can be done anytime, today or another day, it's no big deal."

"I have the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people behind me, Song Wanwan. Do you think you are more important than them?"

Song Wanwan's anger had just subsided a little when it suddenly flared up again.

Her expression changed, and she said coldly, "Since you don't care, I've already taken the day off, so I'll go with you to sign the contract, and then we'll get a divorce. Is that okay?"

Gu Tingzhou said expressionlessly, "Whatever."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Qiao Sen cautiously said, "Miss Song, how about I drive?"

Song Wanwan directly refused, saying, "Since I was the one who kicked the driver out, then I'll be the driver."

Qiao Sen glanced at Gu Tingzhou, then shut his mouth and automatically turned on the navigation.

Song Wanwan fastened her seatbelt and started the car.

Upon arriving at President Qin's office, Gu Tingzhou and Qiao Sen were led inside by his assistant.

Song Wanwan sat outside waiting, and her secretary poured her a glass of water.

She kept checking her phone and glancing at the office door.

Time passed by, and Song Wanwan frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She would sit for a while, then get up and walk around a bit.

Everyone in the secretariat could sense Song Wanwan's anxiety. The secretary came over and said, "Beautiful lady, this contract is very complicated. The way you keep sitting and getting up is making me anxious too."

Song Wanwan smiled shyly.