Over here, Su Nanqing had just finished her call with Qingyue when her phone rang again.
Su Nanqing glanced at it—it was Gu Yushen again. She was annoyed.
In the past, whenever she called him, he often wouldn’t answer, but when he called her, she would pick up instantly.
That kind of humble love, ingrained to the bone—how could it ever earn his respect?
A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Su Nanqing’s fox-like eyes. Gu Yushen, whatever you did to me before, I’ll do the same to you now.
She tossed her phone aside, letting it ring freely.
After rejecting the love-struck mindset, rationality truly could suppress unwarranted emotions.
Gu Yushen called Su Nanqing several times, but no one answered.
His handsome face turned cold and sinister. “Su Nanqing, you’re getting bolder and bolder, daring to ignore my calls.”
Song Jiaqi, who had followed him out, overheard this, and jealousy nearly overflowed from her eyes.
Why was he still calling Su Nanqing?
“Brother Shen, are you leaving?” she asked softly.
She couldn’t bear to see him go.
Gu Yushen was in a foul mood. The thought of Su Nanqing leaving with that man and even asking for an affectionate hug had kept him from getting a good night’s sleep for days.
“I have things to attend to. I’ll head back first. You go inside,” Gu Yushen replied in a low, indifferent tone.
Song Jiaqi sensed something was off.
But Gu Yushen had already strode away.
Gritting her teeth, she watched his retreating figure, feeling as though he had changed somehow.
Why, even though he and Su Nanqing were already divorced, did she feel as if she was about to lose him? An inexplicable panic flashed through Song Jiaqi’s heart.
Su Nanqing, this time, you’re dead.
Su Nanqing rested for three days, and her foot was finally able to bear weight again.
During these three days, Tang Wanying called her daily to meet up, but she refused every time.
As for Gu Yushen, she had completely blocked him.
Why wasn’t Gu Yushen looking for his Bai Yueguang? What was he doing calling her all the time?
The Bai Yueguang only loved his money. Tsk, tsk, tsk—the “luckiest” thing in Gu Yushen’s life was meeting Song Jiaqi.
And now that she was divorced, she no longer had to wake up early and stay up late taking care of Gu Yushen. These days, she slept until she naturally woke up.
From now on, she’d rather be a villain hated by everyone than a pushover who could be bullied by anyone.
She had truly been an idiot before, passing up a leisurely and comfortable life just to seek out Gu Yushen and suffer his abuse.
In the end, he even pushed her down the stairs, killing both her and her unborn child.
Having been reborn, she understood that human nature wasn’t wrong—the mistake was her own lack of strength.
There was only strength and weakness; where did sympathy and love come into it?
Come to think of it, it had been a week since she cut off cooperation with the Song Family and the Gu Family.
Why was there no movement from their side?
Su Nanqing tilted her head, her peach blossom eyes glinting. Calculating the days, it wasn’t far from the time when the Old Master Song would be paralyzed in both legs. In her previous life, she had warned him that there was something wrong with his car.
But Old Master Song had cursed her, saying she was the one with problems, that she was sick and hoping for her own brother to meet with disaster.
He was nothing like Song Jiaqi, who always had his best interests at heart.
In this life, she would remind him one more time. Whether he could avoid it would depend on his own luck.
After freshening up, Su Nanqing went downstairs to make breakfast for her grandfather. She walked with a bounce in her step, humming her favorite song.
The Old Master had just opened the door when he saw her cheerful figure. A loving smile spread across his aged face, and his eyes grew moist. The little girl he had raised with his own hands had truly returned.
Su Xing was very busy and hadn’t been home for three days.
In the morning, she made egg rolls and millet porridge, which the old man loved. After finishing breakfast, he went to the park to join the aunties for square dancing.
He said he would even find her a grandmother, starting a second spring.
Su Nanqing’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t respond to his words.
Then Su Nanqing received another call from Tang Wanying.
This time Su Nanqing didn’t refuse, and the two agreed to meet at Liyang Club.
Su Nanqing got ready to meet Tang Wanying.
In the luxurious private room.
A pot of phalaenopsis orchids sat on the marble table, blooming beautifully. In Su Nanqing’s eyes, her life had never been as beautiful as these orchids.
Tang Wanying was beautiful, sitting elegantly on the sofa. Seeing that Su Nanqing was in good condition, she thought about how she had been suffering for over three months and became furious. “Su Nanqing, won’t you stop until you’ve destroyed my happy family?”