The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

In October, the air in Yicheng already carries a refreshing coolness.

A blue taxi stopped in front of a heavily guarded checkpoint. Wen Song got out of the car and realized that it was drizzling outside.

Taxis are not allowed in here; it would take at least twenty minutes to walk into the Lu residence.

Wen Songzheng took out his phone, turned on the screen, and suddenly heard the sound of wheels rolling on the road.

She instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black Maybach slowly stop in front of the guard post.

The security guard peeked out and saw who was coming from the car. He immediately bowed respectfully and greeted them, "Mr. Lu."

The rear window was lowered halfway, revealing the man's calm and sharp eyes. He nodded slightly and was about to roll up the window when his gaze swept over the guard post and saw a slender, thin figure.

The girl wore a light pink soft sweater, her long, straight, jet-black hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and her small, fair face made her eyes appear even darker and brighter.

Having not seen each other for many years, Wen Song was unsure if the other person still remembered her. Just as she was hesitating whether to greet him, the automatic gate slowly opened, and the Maybach smoothly drove into the community, stopping right in front of her.

A deep, resonant male voice came from inside the car window, "Waiting for Shi Jing to come pick you up?"

As they got closer, the man's three-dimensional and deep features were clearly revealed. The sharpness and ruthlessness of his youth had completely faded, replaced by a mature and restrained coolness that came with experience, and his features became more steady and substantial.

Wen Song had already missed the best opportunity to greet him, so he could only bite the bullet and answer, "I just arrived, and I was just about to call him."

The man understood, his gaze sweeping over the glistening tears clinging to her head. "Get in the car, the rain is going to get heavier soon."

Wen Song tightened her grip on her phone, about to politely decline, when a car behind her honked, urging her to hurry. She pursed her lips, had no choice but to open the car door and get in.

The car was spacious, but the powerful aura emanating from the man made Wen Song feel inexplicably cramped.

She sat close to the car door, her back straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees, as upright as a student in class.

The man finished reading the last document in his hand, closed it, and then his gaze briefly swept over the girl who was sitting upright.

"I heard from your Aunt Yun that you're studying at University A. What year are you in?"

Wen Song lowered her eyelids slightly and spoke softly, "I just started my junior year in September."

The man nodded and asked again, "What did you study?"

"Chinese Literature Department"

She answered hesitantly, and the man's gaze swept over Wen Song's hands, which were resting nervously on her knees, and he remained silent for a moment.

The car quickly returned to silence, with only a faint, bitter woody scent lingering in the air.

The drive of a few minutes felt like hours when Wen Song arrived at his destination.

The driver got out of the car first, opened a black umbrella, and respectfully opened the car door for the man.

The man had already taken one step out when he heard a very soft sneeze behind him. He paused briefly, then said, "I don't need it. Give her the umbrella."

Wen Song realized that the "she" he was referring to was herself, and hurriedly refused, "No need to trouble yourself, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already stepped out of the car without saying a word.

Seeing this, Wen Song had no choice but to take the black umbrella from the driver and quickly follow.

The two entered the Lu residence one after the other. The residence was a typical Chinese garden, with a spacious courtyard and winding, secluded corridors and paths.

On the quiet cobblestone path, only the sound of two people's footsteps could be heard, mixed with the soft rustling of raindrops hitting the leaves.

Wen Song tilted his head slightly, and the fine rain fell obliquely on his broad shoulders, seeping into his dark suit and leaving a dark stain.

It was at this moment that Wen Song suddenly realized the huge height difference between the two.

He seemed to be a bit taller than Zhou Shijing, perhaps because he was wearing a suit, and his shoulders also looked broader.

As they approached the lobby, the man received a call on his phone. He answered it casually, turning slightly to look at Wen Song. "I'll answer the call. You go in first."

Wen Song nodded, took a few steps, then, as if remembering something, turned back and handed the umbrella handle to the man.

The front hall was bustling. Before Wen Song even got close, she heard Zhou Shijing's coaxing voice, "Grandma, look at Grandpa. He made me play chess with him, but he wouldn't let me win at all. Who would want to play with him next time?"

A faint smile unconsciously curved the corners of Wen Song's lips, and she quickened her pace.

The umbrella handle still held the warmth of the girl's hand. Lu Zhiheng's gaze slowly shifted from the pale pink figure—

"Okay, you can continue."

"Nobody else, just one child at home."

As soon as Wen Song stepped through the door, Zhou Shijing rushed over as if he had found a savior, "Songsong, come quickly, avenge me."

He pretended to pull Wen Song back to where he had just been, but Wen Song did not forget his manners and first politely greeted him.

The Lu family has many branches, and it's rare for them all to gather together today. Wen Song couldn't recognize them all, so Zhou Shijing kept reminding him from the side.

"This is my second uncle, and this is my third uncle and aunt..."

When Zhou Shijing's eyes met those of the man who had just finished his phone call and entered from outside, he subconsciously straightened his back. "This is the main character of our welcome dinner today, my uncle who has just returned from abroad."

Zhou Shijing gently squeezed Wen Song's fingers and asked in a low voice, "Songsong, you've met before, you should remember, right?"

Wen Song nodded. Although he had only met her once, the impression was deep and the memory was still fresh.

"Uncle."

Her voice was soft, her doe eyes were clear, and she looked sweet and adorable.

Lu Zhiheng hummed in agreement, then casually took off his rain-soaked coat and handed it to the maid beside him.

Grandma Lu clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, "No wonder he's almost thirty and still can't find a wife. He always has that cold face; who wouldn't be intimidated by him?"

As soon as Lu Zhiheng entered the door, he was "scolded" by his mother. He paused in the act of rolling up his shirt sleeves, his gaze slowly falling on Wen Song, and said calmly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Wen Song froze for a second, then looked up and met those imposing eyes. She instinctively took a half step back and waved her hand, "...No, no, I'm not afraid."

As soon as he finished speaking, several suppressed chuckles came from the surrounding area.

Wen Song's cheeks burned, and his shoulders slumped down.

This explanation seems rather weak.

Zhou Shijing gently put his arm around her shoulder and spoke up to help her out of the predicament, "It's really not Songsong's fault for being timid. Who told her that her uncle has such an intimidating aura? He made Songsong cry the first time he met her."

This was the first time Lu Yun had heard of this. "Zhiheng? When did you ever make Songsong cry? How come I didn't know?"

Lu Zhiheng's eyes flickered slightly, but his tone remained calm and even. "I don't remember anything like that."

"Uncle, how can you do it but not admit it? You have no idea how scared Songsong was that time. She had nightmares for several nights after she got home, and she probably still has a psychological shadow on her mind."

Zhou Shijing couldn't believe Lu Zhiheng would deny it and was about to continue talking when Old Master Lu couldn't wait any longer. "Alright, alright, hurry up and have Wen come over and play a couple of games with me. We won't have time for dinner later."

Wen Song played chess with Grandpa Lu, while Zhou Shijing sat beside her, peeling nuts for her and serving her tea.

Grandma Lu watched from the side, nodding with satisfaction. "I remember Songsong turned twenty last month, right? When are you planning to arrange weddings for the two children?"

Before Lu Yun could speak, Zhou Shijing interjected, "Grandma, Songsong is still in school. What's with all this talk about marriage? Isn't that too early?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Song tightened his grip on the chess piece without making a sound.

"It's getting late. Getting married won't interfere with Songsong's studies. You're already twenty-four. You won't settle down until you get married. You'll be running around all over the country all day long."

Zhou Shijing is obsessed with racing and spends most of his days training and participating in races.

"Oh, Grandma, even my little uncle..."

Zhou Shijing paused mid-sentence, glancing at Lu Zhiheng who was surrounded by several uncles and elders talking nearby. His voice instinctively lowered to a minimum. "He's already thirty. Why aren't you and Mom urging him? Instead, you're constantly nagging me about it?"

"How dare you compare yourself to your uncle?"

Lu Yun showed him no mercy, "He's only six years older than you. Although he's single, he's incredibly successful in his career. He went abroad to study at a young age and then founded his own company. Now that his foundation is solid, he'll be taking over the entire Lu family's vast industrial group upon his return. In terms of character and ability, how is he not more stable than you?"

Zhou Shijing regretted stirring up a hornet's nest, and clasped his hands together to beg for forgiveness, saying, "My uncle is such an outstanding and capable person, not to mention Yicheng, there are very few in the whole country. I am really ashamed of myself."

He casually made fun of himself, but Wen Song was unwilling and retorted in a low voice, "Aunt Yun, Shi Jing is also very good. He even won the Haicheng District championship in the last race."

"Look how protective Songsong is of you."

Lu Yun already had plans, and now she was even more determined, "I won't interfere with when the wedding is held. Anyway, I'll go see a fortune teller tomorrow to choose an auspicious day, and then we'll get our marriage certificate first."