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

The next day at noon, Wen Song was about to go to Lu Zhiheng's place for lunch when she received a call from Lu Yun, who said she needed to talk to her and was already at a restaurant near the company.

Lu Yun has always been decisive and efficient. In the past, when she occasionally went to the school to see her, it was usually on a whim.

Wen Song wasn't sure if she had come here specifically for her and Zhou Shijing's matter. After informing Lu Zhiheng, she went directly to the restaurant.

Since she had made her stance very clear on the phone yesterday, Wen Song didn't feel much burdened on the way. At most, it was just a matter of repeating what she had said yesterday.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Wen Song found Lu Yun with the help of the waiter.

She was impeccably dressed and exuded the aura of a strong woman, but upon closer inspection, one could still see the weariness between her brows.

Upon seeing Wen Song, a hint of unease flashed across her face, but she quickly concealed it and gestured to her, "Songsong, come and sit down."

Wen Song stopped, obediently called out "Aunt Yun," and then pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

"What brings you here today? Is Brother Shijing feeling any better?"

Although she refused Lu Yun's offer to visit Zhou Shijing in the hospital, she still had to at least offer a polite greeting when they met.

"He's much better. He should be able to be discharged after a few more days of observation."

Wen Song nodded knowingly, "That's good. You and Uncle Zhou should also take good care of yourselves. Rest when you need to and don't overwork yourselves."

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Yun finally believed that Wen Song truly had no lingering feelings for Shi Jing anymore.

The girl who used to be completely devoted to Zhou Shijing and would immediately refute anyone who said anything bad about him, is now calm and collected, like a complete stranger, upon hearing the news that Zhou Shijing is sick and hospitalized.

"Let's order something to eat first. You must be hungry after working all day, right?"

Wen Song looked down at the menu. "Luckily, I have some snacks in my bag. I'll eat some if I get hungry."

She herself didn't have that habit; it was Lu Zhiheng who prepared it for her, packing it for her every morning before she left the house.

"That's good," Lu Yun said, looking at her carefully. "I heard from Shi Jing that you have a new boyfriend. It seems he's taking good care of you. Your cheeks look fuller, and your complexion is much better than before."

Wen Song exclaimed, "Huh?" and subconsciously touched her face. "Really? I didn't even notice."

Lu Yun has always regarded Wen Song as her own daughter.

The thought that her lovely, well-behaved daughter would eventually belong to someone else filled her with a sense of regret.

Just as she was about to say something, her gaze inadvertently fell on the tall and imposing figure not far behind Wen Song, and her eyes lit up slightly. "Zhiheng, what a coincidence, you're dining here too?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Song turned around in surprise and indeed saw Lu Zhiheng's face with its superior bone structure.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and after a brief second, they tacitly looked away.

A hint of unease flickered across Wen Song's face. She pursed her lips and called out softly, "Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng responded with a serious expression, "It is indeed quite a coincidence."

"What a coincidence," Wen Song thought to herself. When she reported to him earlier, Lu Zhiheng had already asked about the place they had agreed to meet. It was obvious that he had deliberately come here.

They both knew the truth, but Lu Yun was completely unaware. She even warmly greeted Lu Zhiheng, "Do you have plans with friends? If not, would you like to eat together? We just arrived and are ordering now."

"I didn't make any plans with friends, it was just me."

Lu Zhiheng glanced at Wen Song, feigning indifference, and asked, "Is this convenient? Will it disturb your conversation?"

Now that everyone's here, what could Wen Song say? She moved to a slightly more secluded spot and said, "It's convenient."

Lu Yun chimed in, "It's not a problem at all. I came to see Songsong today just about the New Year."

She smiled at Wen Song and said, "Songsong, Grandma invited us to the Lu family's house for Chinese New Year this year. If you don't have any other plans, why don't you come with us?"

Go to the Lu family's house for the New Year?

Wen Song's immediate reaction was to refuse, "Aunt Yun, I won't go. I've made plans with my friends to travel out of town for the New Year this year."

Lu Yun immediately recognized it as an excuse. "Last time we asked you to come over for New Year's Day, you said you were going on a trip with your friends. Today we asked you to celebrate the New Year with us, and you're using the same excuse again. Songsong, you can't possibly avoid Aunt Yun for the rest of your life just to avoid Shi Jing, can you?"

Lu Yun ruthlessly exposed Wen Song's lies, even laying bare his concerns and reasons.

She felt somewhat ashamed and lowered her head.

A large hand quietly reached out from under the table and enveloped her small hand, which was resting on her knee.

Wen Song blushed, worried that Lu Yun would notice her nervousness, and lowered her head even further.

Lu Yun sighed, "Songsong, after talking to you on the phone last night, Aunt Yun has thought a lot about it. You and Shi Jing are both my most beloved children. It would be best if you could be together if you were destined to be. If there's really no way, Aunt Yun won't force it anymore."

"Don't worry, Shi Jing won't make things difficult for you anymore. Knowing that I came to see you today, he specifically asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that he has given up and from now on, he will only treat you as a younger sister and family, so that you don't have to feel any psychological burden anymore."

Wen Song was still secretly considering her words and thinking about how to continue to refuse when she heard Lu Yun's words. She was somewhat surprised and subconsciously looked up at Lu Zhiheng beside her.

The blush on her face had not yet faded, and her curled eyelashes seemed to be touched by flames, and with each blink, a layer of bewildered and helpless tenderness spread across them.

"You silly child, I'm asking for your opinion. Why are you looking at your uncle? What, are you afraid he won't welcome you?"

Wen Song panicked, afraid that she would show something and be discovered by Lu Yun, so she hurriedly looked away.

She felt the palm enveloping her small hand gently close, and Lu Zhiheng's deep, magnetic voice sounded beside her, "It'll be more lively celebrating the New Year together. Everyone will be setting off fireworks in the yard. You should like it."

In the years that Wen Song has lived in the Zhou family, she has never spent a New Year at the Lu family. This year, the old lady of the Lu family suddenly extended an invitation, which is most likely the work of Lu Zhiheng.

After all, a few days ago, when the two were discussing their plans for the Lunar New Year, Lu Zhiheng had mentioned that she should go back to the Lu family home with him.

However, Wen Song refused at the time, because if she returned to the Lu family as Lu Zhiheng's wife, the entire Lu family would probably not be able to have a good New Year.

However, it would be different if one attended the banquet with the Zhou family. One's status would be appropriate, and one's manners would be impeccable. No one could find fault with that.

A warm feeling quietly welled up in Wen Song's heart. Lu Zhiheng had always been like this, always considering her needs in everything he did.

Since that's the case, how could she possibly go against his good intentions? After thinking for a moment, she nodded in agreement, "Okay, Aunt Yun, I'll go with you that day."

This was her first Spring Festival with Lu Zhiheng, and if she could, she would naturally want to be with him.

Even if it's just watching from afar, occasionally exchanging a glance, she thought she would be very happy.

A few days later, Wen Song received photos from the clown photographer.

At that time, the company had already given everyone their annual leave, and Wen Song nestled lazily in Lu Zhiheng's arms, looking through the photos with him.

Even though Wen Miaomiao had only been gone for a few days, it felt like a long time had passed. She zoomed in on Wen Miaomiao's face on the screen and gently stroked it with her fingertips. "Lu Zhiheng, I miss Miaomiao a little."

Lu Zhiheng gently kissed the top of her head. "Didn't she leave you a photo? Look at it whenever you miss her, just pretend she's still by your side."

After being reminded by Lu Zhiheng, Wen Song realized the purpose of Wen Miaomiao's sudden suggestion to take a photo. She couldn't help but purse her lips, "I don't know which of the two of us she took after. She's so young, but her mind is incredibly sharp."