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

Wen Song sat in the stairwell for a while before her emotions gradually calmed down.

Her phone kept vibrating in her palm. She glanced at the caller ID, answered, and Zhong Man's worried voice immediately came through, "Sister Songsong, where are you?"

Wen Song tried to make his voice sound natural, "Manman, I went back early and I'm on my way now."

Zhong Man sighed, her tone somewhat dejected, "Sister Songsong, how did Brother Shijing end up like this? Are you sure the car accident only injured his head and didn't cause his genes to recombine?"

Wen Song knew that Zhong Man was trying to lighten the mood and make her happy.

But she forced a smile, unable to manage it. "What you said seems to make some sense. I'll talk to Aunt Yun about it tomorrow and have the doctor give him a thorough check-up."

Zhong Man rarely heard Wen Song joke, especially not so seriously. Her heart ached even more for her. "Sister Song," she said, "it's not too late for a little girl to get her revenge a month from now. Once Shi Jing regains his memory, he'll regret it. At that time, you absolutely mustn't be soft-hearted and forgive him easily. Just like him, teach him a lesson!"

Wen Song felt a wave of sadness wash over her. Given Zhou Shijing's attitude towards her just now, the chances of Zhong Man's scenario happening were probably very low.

But at this moment, she could only follow Zhong Man's lead and say, "Yes, I'll listen to you. I will never forgive him easily."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Song stood up from the steps and opened the heavy fire door of the stairwell. She saw a man standing by the window at the end of the corridor.

Hearing the noise, he turned around slowly. Light shone in from behind him, making the man's figure appear even more slender and aloof.

Wen Song wanted to back out now, but it was too late. He could only grit his teeth and call out, "Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng responded, "Can I talk to you for a bit?"

What should we talk about with her?

Judging from his tone, it seemed like he had come here specifically to wait for her?

Wen Song suppressed the turmoil in his heart and nodded cautiously, "Okay, what's the matter?"

The faint red marks at the corners of the girl's eyes had not yet faded. She was tense all over, looking as if she was about to face a formidable enemy, as if she was about to receive all his admonitions and lectures.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't really remember the specific details of how he scolded her back then. He was probably a bit harsh. A few days ago, he had also thought about it. If he had known that it would make her afraid of him for so many years, would he have chosen a gentler approach?

The answer is no; it's impossible to remain calm in that situation.

"Your Aunt Yun mentioned to me last time that you were looking for an internship."

Wen Song blinked her doe-like eyes, her heart skipping a beat.

She's only a junior in college and isn't in a rush to do a full-time internship. Not long ago, she was just casually browsing a job posting when Lu Yun happened to see it, and the two chatted for a bit.

She hadn't expected Lu Yun to tell Lu Zhiheng this, and she couldn't fathom why Lu Zhiheng had waited here specifically to inquire about her internship plans.

She lowered her head slightly, her voice barely audible, "Yes, we are considering that."

Lu Zhiheng's gaze fell on the top of her lowered head, just enough to see a section of her fair and slender nape. Her skin was fair and thin, exuding a fragile softness, as if it could be easily broken with the slightest force.

"Is there a specific career path you prefer?"

Wen Song occasionally writes articles while at school and submits them to public accounts or magazines.

She knew her own personality and was aware of her shortcomings. After thinking it over, she said honestly, "I'm not very good at socializing. I'd like to find a quiet office job, something like writing articles on a daily basis."

Lu Zhiheng pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "The group recently established a new brand content center, which mainly deals with online brand promotion through short videos. The department needs a dedicated copywriter to be responsible for writing short video scripts, producing product science articles and supporting promotional materials. This job has a simple work environment, and I think it's a good fit for you."

After hearing this, Wen Song realized that Lu Zhiheng was offering her an internship opportunity. After her initial surprise, she hurriedly waved her hand and declined in a low voice, "No need to trouble you, I can find an internship myself."

Lu Zhiheng had anticipated that she wouldn't accept easily; otherwise, Lu Yun wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find him and arrange for her to work at the Zhou family's own company.

His expression was calm, and his tone was unhurried. "Your Aunt Yun specifically asked me to do this, so don't feel embarrassed. Besides, I didn't intend to give you any special treatment. I'm just letting you know that all the written tests, interviews, and trial periods will be conducted according to company standards. Whether you can get the job ultimately depends entirely on your own abilities."

After Lu Zhiheng explained it this way, Wen Song was able to accept it a little better.

Lu's Group has a century-old foundation in Yicheng. Its platform, resources, and benefits are all top-notch in the industry, making it an internship destination that countless fresh graduates would fight tooth and nail to secure.

Since she didn't get in through connections or receive any special treatment, Wen Song had no reason to give up such a good opportunity. She was genuinely grateful to Lu Zhiheng.

"Thank you, Uncle. I'll start organizing the manuscripts and preparing my resume and portfolio when I get back."

After she finished speaking, she was about to take her leave when Lu Zhiheng called her back again.

"There's one more thing."

Lu Zhiheng is usually decisive and straightforward, but when he looked into the girl's innocent and clear eyes, a hint of hesitation appeared between his brows.

"Shi Jing injured his head in the car accident, and he may not even realize that he has been speaking and acting in a somewhat extreme way. You... give him a little more time to adjust."

Wen Song sometimes really envies Zhou Shijing, who has doting parents, loving grandparents, and a caring uncle.

As for her, she has no parents and no one to rely on. All the warmth, stability, and decent life that she can now enjoy is dependent on the Zhou family.

She knew very well that all her confidence was borrowed.

Once she separates from Zhou Shijing, she will completely sever ties with everyone here.

"I know."

Wen Song heard himself say softly, "Uncle, I don't blame him. He just has amnesia. He'll get better in time. I believe him."

Wen Song didn't take a taxi and wandered aimlessly on the road.

This city is bustling with traffic and lit up with countless lights, but since she was twelve years old, not a single light or home has belonged to her completely.

The phone vibrated again, but Wen Song didn't even look at it. He casually swiped to answer, "Feeding?"

"Miss Wen~"

Wen Miaomiao's signature lazy tone came through the receiver. Wen Song moved the phone away a little and glanced at the caller ID. This child had actually borrowed Aunt Tian's phone to call her.

"Miaomiao, what's wrong?"

Wen Miaomiao's tone held a hint of displeasure, "You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Wen Song paused for a few seconds, then asked, "Forgot... what?"

Wen Miaomiao snorted in dissatisfaction, "I knew it! Adults are all liars!"

grown ups?

Oh, she almost forgot, she is now the mother of a fourteen-year-old girl.

Mother?

Mother…

Although it has not been confirmed yet, at this moment, Wen Song suddenly felt a surge of joy in his heart for no apparent reason.

What if? What if Wen Miaomiao really is her future daughter?

They are connected by blood; they are each other's support in this world...

Wen Song became more and more excited as she thought about it. Look, she wasn't completely without anything. At least, she had Wen Miaomiao, and Wen Miaomiao would never leave her because of Zhou Shijing.

"Just kidding, I haven't forgotten."

Wen Song's tone immediately brightened considerably, "Wait patiently, I'll be right back to make you some brown sugar sweet rice wine!"