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Lying in bed scrolling through Weibo, Qu Wanwan suddenly remembered—she still hadn’t said goodnight to Fu Ciyu.
She tapped open WeChat, intending to send him a quick message.
But as she scrolled to the bottom of her contacts—
Damn it! She’d blocked Fu Ciyu on WeChat!
After a round of frantic tapping, she finally removed him from her blocklist—
Then immediately added Lu Yu in his place.
She sent a friend request, and the other side approved it almost instantly.
【Fu Ciyu, are you still awake?】
【Just got home.】
【I’m sorry—】
【It doesn’t matter anymore.】
【How is it not important?】
【Get some rest.】
【Goodnight.】
【Goodnight.】
Qu Wanwan couldn’t stop replaying those words in her head: “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Did that mean he didn’t want her anymore? Or that he simply didn’t care?
No—she had to stir things up tomorrow. If she lost Fu Ciyu again, that would be a real problem.
Just then, a message came in. Thinking it was from Fu Ciyu, she hurried to open it.
But the moment she saw the sender, her expression shifted—it was Shen Man.
【Wanwan, there’s a class reunion tomorrow. The class monitor said you have to come.】
A class reunion? Wasn’t that supposed to happen much later in her last life? Why was it moved up?
Could it be because of her rebirth?
Qu Wanwan tapped out a short reply:
【Address.】
【Peninsula Hotel.】
【Okay.】
The Peninsula Hotel—trying to make a fool of me again?
In her previous life, they’d done the same thing—called her over and made her foot the bill. She’d foolishly paid a hundred thousand yuan.
And she had watched with her own eyes as Lu Yu and Shen Man played a ridiculous game of truth or dare… and ended up kissing each other.
“Want to play games with me, Shen Man? Fine. Let’s play,” Qu Wanwan sneered coldly.
—
Early the next morning, before anyone else had woken up, Qu Wanwan slipped into the kitchen.
Fu Ciyu had a weak stomach. She wanted to make something nourishing for him.
Familiar with the place, she opened the fridge with ease and took out a few fresh Chinese yams and several plump red dates.
She knew Fu Ciyu always preferred natural, clean flavors.
Next, she picked up a small yam, then grabbed the peeler and skillfully removed the skin.
She sliced the yam into thin pieces, dropped them into a pot, added an appropriate amount of water, and began to simmer it slowly over low heat.
Qu Wanwan picked out a few large red dates, gently pinched them open, removed the pits, and added them to the pot.
Finally, she opened the lid, poured in some millet, and let everything simmer slowly over low heat.
While the porridge was cooking, Qu Wanwan stir-fried two light vegetarian dishes—something clean and easy on the stomach.
After finishing those, she also prepared breakfast for the rest of the family and arranged everything neatly on the table.
Then she grabbed a thermal food container and headed out.
The Porsche from yesterday had already been returned by Qingye and the others.
The early morning breeze was crisp and refreshing, and Qu Wanwan was in a great mood.
On the way, she passed by a flower shop and bought a large bouquet of roses.
She leaned in close, closed her eyes, and took in their scent—so fragrant.
Twenty minutes later, Qu Wanwan pulled up outside Yuyuan.
She called a certain man’s phone, but it rang for quite a while with no answer.
Just as she was about to hang up, a hoarse voice came through the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re still asleep?”
“Mm.”
“Have someone open the gate. I’m outside Yuyuan,” Qu Wanwan said gently.
It seemed she’d arrived a bit early—it was only six-thirty.
Yuyuan usually opened its gates at seven, and Fu Ciyu headed to the office at eight.
Hearing that, Fu Ciyu instantly sobered up, his voice laced with surprise. “You’re outside Yuyuan right now?”
“Mhm, hurry up!”
One minute later, the gate opened, revealing Fu Ciyu’s strikingly handsome face.
“Why are you up?”
“Woke up, so I got up.” Fu Ciyu looked at Qu Wanwan, still groggy with sleep.
Qu Wanwan shoved the bouquet of roses into his arms and smiled sweetly. “Good morning.”
Fu Ciyu stared at the large bouquet in his hands, clearly a little taken aback.
“For me?”
“Mhm. Go wash up and have breakfast,” Qu Wanwan said casually as she walked inside.
Fu Ciyu rubbed his temples and suppressed the flicker of emotion in his eyes.
Once inside, the servants and the housekeeper at Yuyuan all stared at Qu Wanwan in shock.
“Miss Qu—”
“Miss Qu?”
“What? Not happy to see me?” Qu Wanwan smiled.
Everyone quickly shook their heads.
It wasn’t that they weren’t happy—it was just that whenever she showed up, chaos tended to follow. And in the end, it was always they who got caught in the crossfire.
Qu Wanwan was well aware of how over-the-top she’d been in the past. No wonder they were all afraid of her.
“Go on, carry on with your work.”
“But—”
“Leave us,” Fu Ciyu said as he walked into the living room, dismissing the staff.
Qu Wanwan set the thermal food container down on the dining table, then headed into the kitchen to get chopsticks and a spoon.
Once everything was in place, she called out to Fu Ciyu, “Come on, what are you just standing there for?”
Fu Ciyu pointed at the breakfast laid out on the table. “You made this?”
“I got up super early. I was worried you’d leave for the office—come taste it while it’s hot,” Qu Wanwan said cheerfully.
Hearing that, Fu Ciyu frowned. “There are servants at home.”
“I wanted to make it for you.”
Fu Ciyu’s eyes turned dark, his voice low and heavy. “What is it that you really want?”
“What?” Qu Wanwan froze.
“I let Lu Yu go. I’ve set you free too. Qu Wanwan, what game are you playing now?”
He couldn’t believe someone could change so drastically overnight.
Qu Wanwan’s gaze dimmed. “Is that what you think? That I’m just making a scene?”
“Then tell me—what should I think?”
“Just think… that I’m your girlfriend, and I want to marry you!”
“Qu Wanwan,” Fu Ciyu said bitterly, “I’ve thought that way again and again—only to be disappointed every single time.”
“This time, I mean it, Fu Ciyu. Just trust me—one last time!”
Seeing that her complexion wasn’t great, Fu Ciyu didn’t argue further. He walked over and sat down at the dining table.
Qu Wanwan said nothing more either. She quietly took the dishes out of the thermal container and placed them in front of him.
“Have you eaten?” Despite everything she’d done to him, he still cared for her.
“I didn’t have time—”
“Sit. Eat with me.”
Qu Wanwan obediently sat down.
Meanwhile, back at the Qu Residence, a completely different scene was unfolding.
“What the—what’s going on here?” Qu Muqing came downstairs after washing up and was startled to see a table full of food that looked completely different from usual.
A maid quickly stepped forward to explain, “Young Master, when we came downstairs this morning, Xiaojie had already made breakfast—”
“You’re saying she made all this?” Qu Muqing looked in disbelief at the spread on the table.
“Yes, Young Master. Xiaojie also said she was going to Yuyuan to bring breakfast to Master Fu.”
“This is insane.” Qu Muqing could hardly believe it—his little sister actually cooked.
“You may go now,” Qu Muqing waved his hand.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Just then, Qu Cheng’an and Jiang Jingzhi came downstairs, only to see Qu Muqing staring blankly at the breakfast spread on the table.
Qu Cheng’an took a seat, frowning slightly. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it suit your taste?”
Qu Muqing shook his head. “No—it’s not that. Just look, doesn’t it seem different from usual?”
“Four dishes and a soup? When did the servants start preparing meals like this?” Jiang Jingzhi asked, puzzled.
Qu Cheng’an didn’t notice anything at first, but after taking a sip of the soup, his eyes lit up. “This soup’s different from the past—it has a light, sweet fragrance.”
“Right? Because your daughter made it—it’s naturally better,” Qu Muqing said meaningfully.
Qu Cheng’an was stunned. “What did you say? Wanwan made this?”
Even Jiang Jingzhi looked incredulous. “Wanwan cooked breakfast?”
Qu Muqing nodded. “Surprised your daughter can cook, aren’t you?”
“It was really made by her?”