After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

The note contained an address and a mobile phone number written in somewhat messy handwriting.

The coordinates are Suzhou.

An Ning frowned slightly; it was indeed Song Xiaoyu's handwriting. When they used to live together, she often joked that her handwriting looked like earthworms practicing kung fu.

The address in Suzhou... should be the new address she moved to.

That......

"Sister Chen," An Ning looked up at the woman in front of her, "besides this, is there anything else?"

"No, that's all." Sister Chen pointed to the envelope in her hand and said, "When she moved out, the house was all cleaned up. This envelope was on the coffee table. She called me and told me to keep this envelope and give it to you later when I had the chance."

Didn't Song Xiaoyu leave the divorce certificate with her?

Anning looked at the note in her hand. Did Xiaoyu leave the address so that she could go to her and pick up the divorce certificate in person?

should be.

After putting the note away, Anning chatted with Sister Chen for a few more minutes. Not long after, Sister Chen received a phone call and left.

An Ning then took the note out again, took out her phone, and dialed the number on the note.

She couldn't help but feel a little excited as she dialed the number.

I hadn't seen Xiaoyu for several years, and getting in touch again seemed to bring back memories of the time when we lived together and worked long hours.

"beep--"

The phone rang with a dial tone.

Just then, An Ning's gaze, which had been unintentionally drifting towards the window, suddenly froze.

Through the coffee shop's huge glass window, she saw a gleaming black luxury car parked across the street.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and slender figure stepped out of the car.

Unlike his usual suits and ties, his black casual clothes accentuated his cool and aloof demeanor, giving him a more relaxed look.

His profile was straight and upright when he got out of the car, with particularly outstanding brow and nose bones. Even from across the street, you could see the depth of his facial features.

The crowds of people passing by all cast admiring glances at him.

Just by standing there, you can't take your eyes off her.

An Ning's heart seemed to skip a beat, pounding wildly.

It's Lu Xiyan!

She stared intently at his tall, slender figure, her heart pounding in her throat.

But the next second, she caught her breath, and her boiling blood gradually cooled down.

Following Lu Xiyan out of the car was a slender and graceful figure, wearing a light-colored long dress, with long, straight hair reaching her waist, and a beautiful face.

Her fair fingertips rested lightly on the man's arm, and she looked up at him with a smile.

An Ning's fingertips were icy cold, and her hand gripping the phone tightened involuntarily.

Cheng Wanwan affectionately linked arms with him, the two were very intimate, and their figures looked especially well-matched as they walked together.

Two figures walked into the high-end luxury building across the street. An Ning looked up and saw a high-end wedding dress customization store.

An Ning felt as if her throat was being tightly choked, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she forced back the tears that were about to spill.

Even though Lu Qinghe said their engagement was fake, An Ning was still incredibly jealous.

Even though I have no right to be jealous, I feel so nauseous that I can't breathe.

"Are you crazy? You called and then didn't say anything!"

An angry, cursing voice came from the phone, and An Ning snapped out of her daze, abruptly looking at the screen. The call had been going on for several seconds...

"I told you, I'll pay back the money I owe. I, Song Xiaoyu, keep my word. Don't call me again with these fake stories! Otherwise, you won't get a single penny!"

The other party shouted everything out in one breath and was about to hang up immediately.

"Little fish!"

An Ning quickly spoke up, her voice trembling, "Xiao Yu, it's me, An Ning."

She couldn't be mistaken for Song Xiaoyu's voice; it was indeed Song Xiaoyu on the other end of the phone. She had finally gotten through!

Anning assumed the other person would be just as excited to hear her voice, but she was wrong—

"Who?" The other person paused, then asked coldly, "What did you say your name was?"

"Little Fish, I'm Anning," Anning said softly. "Anning, who has lived with you in Xiyuan Village since we were little."

"Oh." The other person's attitude was indifferent, with a nonchalant tone. "I don't really remember. Is there something you need?"

"Little Fish...you really don't remember me?"

Anning didn't think the other person would really forget her, after all, they had grown up together since childhood, and the days they spent supporting and accompanying each other after graduation were so profound.

"Oh!"

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone. "I remember now, it's Anning, the one who left without a word back then. What, you've been gone for years and now you remember me?"

"Little Fish, I'm sorry..."

An Ning apologized softly, "If it's alright, could we meet?"

The other person hesitated for a few seconds, then asked, "Are you in Jining?"

"I'm back in Jinghai," An Ning asked softly. "What about you? Are you in Suzhou?"

"I'm also in Jinghai."

An Ning's eyes widened in surprise. "My mom said your whole family moved to Suzhou. What—"

Before An Ning could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the other party giving her an address. Song Xiaoyu quickly replied, "I'm free at seven o'clock tonight."

After hanging up the phone, An Ning stared at the dialed number with a furrowed brow.

Is Xiaoyu always in Jinghai?

......

After Cheng Wanwan finished taking her measurements and discussed her needs for the dress with the designer, she turned around and saw a man in casual clothes standing by the window, looking down slightly as if he was looking at his phone.

The smile on Cheng Wanwan's lips froze, and she felt displeased.

They were supposed to be here together to order custom-made dresses, but since arriving, Lu Xiyan has hardly offered any opinions, only saying, "Whatever you like."

No matter what kind of dress she chose, and asked him if it looked good, he would just give a nonchalant "hmm" and let her choose for herself.

Although she was very unhappy, Cheng Wanwan told herself that west Yan's willingness to come with her proved that their relationship had taken another step forward.

It doesn't matter if he's cold; as long as everything goes smoothly, she can marry him and become his rightful wife.

She can worry about these things after she gets married.

"west Yan."

Cheng Wanwan walked over with a smile and asked, "I've finished communicating with the designer. Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Lu Xiyan's eyes remained fixed on the screen, which displayed a message sent a few minutes earlier.

I heard your mother wasn't feeling well. Is she feeling better today?

His cold eyes stared at the information, his fingers hovering over the keyboard before retracting.

"west Yan?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to hear her, Cheng Wanwan called out again.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Xiyan snapped out of his reverie and turned around. "Hmm? Nothing to add. Do it your way."

Noticing the lit screen in his hand, Cheng Wanwan's smile didn't fade. She stepped forward, reached out, and straightened his collar in an intimate gesture. "Shall I help you find a suit style too?"

"Mm." Lu Xiyan took a step back, put away his phone, and avoided her intimate gesture.

Cheng Wanwan smiled slightly and saw the prominent "7" on his screen.