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

When Wen Song brought this up, she seemed to remember something else. She looked closely at Wen Miaomiao's features, then looked up at Lu Zhiheng, her brows furrowing slightly. "It's strange. Sometimes, at first glance, Miaomiao does look quite similar to you in certain ways. But now, looking closely, I can't quite put my finger on where the resemblance is."

Lu Zhiheng's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Maybe your genes are stronger; she looks more like you."

That's not really the case. Wen Song pointed to the girl's delicate nose in the photo and analyzed it carefully: "Her nose doesn't look like mine at all. Although it's as high and straight as yours, the curve is completely different from yours."

Lu Zhiheng's nose bridge is high, straight, and sharp, with cold, hard, and smooth lines that flow seamlessly.

Although Wen Miaomiao's nose was high, the root of her nose had a gentle curve, and the tip was rounded, lacking his sharp and cold demeanor, which made her look more like…

Before Wen Song could even think of who she resembled, her phone was suddenly snatched from her hand, and she was then slumped onto the sofa, with Lu Zhiheng's tall figure following closely behind.

Wen Song made an "Eh" sound, and before his kiss could land, she pushed him away with both hands on his shoulders, both coquettish and shy, "We just did that this morning..."

Wen Song didn't know how others were, but she felt that Lu Zhiheng seemed to have exceptionally high needs in this regard, and that he was quite demanding.

During their holiday, aside from three meals a day, the two of them basically spent all their time hanging out together.

The bedroom, bathroom, living room, and even the floor-to-ceiling windows all bear traces of their lovemaking.

The worst time was when she was tormented until two or three in the morning. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and buried her face in her pillow, crying miserably. Only then did he finally let her go.

"Goodness, you said it yourself, it was morning, but it's already afternoon."

He looked down at her, his gaze moist and sticky, inch by inch, from her delicate nose to her pink and glossy lips. Even though there was still a tiny distance between them, Wen Song had the illusion that he had already kissed her.

Her heart was burning, pumping blood throughout her body and spreading to every limb and bone.

"It wasn't that long ago, and besides, I'm very tired and don't want to move at all."

Lu Zhiheng gently removed her hand from his shoulder, his voice low and magnetic, "I didn't ask you to move. I can support myself."

Wen Song was embarrassed and still refused to admit it.

Lu Zhiheng had already bent down and bit her earlobe, his teeth grinding lightly or heavily on her soft flesh.

His hot breath sprayed against her ear, sending electric currents through her ear canal and straight to her heart. "Sweetie, just once. After this, I promise I won't touch you again today..."

Wen Song was soft-hearted and couldn't resist his persistent pleading.

Lu Zhiheng was a man of his word; he always kept his promises.

However, Wen Song underestimated Lu Zhiheng's strength. This time, it took him longer than ever before.

The two of them walked from the sofa all the way to the large bed in the bedroom, from noon until the sun began to set.

She was led, exploited, indulged, and succumbed to temptation. Finally, she could no longer resist and buried her face in the snow-white pillow with tears in her eyes.

In her dazed state, the words Lu Zhiheng had once said to her came to mind—"Wen Song, I don't eat people."

Between sobs, Wen Song couldn't help but whisper his accusation: He's not just someone who doesn't eat people, he's someone who eats people without spitting out the bones!

After several days of this chaotic, relentless work, New Year's Eve finally arrived.

At the request of Old Madam Lu, Lu Zhiheng returned to the old house the day before New Year's Eve to help arrange everything for the day.

Wen Song then went there with the Zhou family the following day.

Zhou Yongqian and Lu Yun were sitting in the car. With an elder mediating between them, things weren't too awkward between her and Zhou Shijing.

Zhou Shijing remained silent the entire way, without a trace of a smile on his face. The somber atmosphere enveloped the carriage, making Wen Song feel a little uneasy.

When they arrived at the Lu residence, it was already dark.

Two large red lanterns hung at the entrance, exuding warmth, grandeur, and festive spirit, with a strong sense of the New Year atmosphere.

Wen Song followed Lu Yun and the others slowly into the courtyard. The path was lined with bright red lanterns and New Year decorations adorned the branches.

A gentle evening breeze rustled the tassel ornaments, causing them to sway slightly and casting dappled shadows.

They could faintly hear several voices laughing and talking, lively and noisy. When they turned around the corridor, they saw several figures under the eaves.

Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu were looking up at the colorful lanterns hanging from the treetops, chatting in hushed tones.

Lu Zhiheng stood upright with his hands behind his back, while Han Qingya beside him was talking to him with great interest, her eyes filled with joy.

The warm red light fell on the two of them, and from a distance, they looked like a perfect match.

Walking behind Wen Song, Zhou Shijing took in the whole scene. A hint of mockery flashed in his usually calm eyes. He walked silently to Wen Song's side and said, "Don't you think Uncle and Miss Han are a good match?"

Wen Song hadn't expected Zhou Shijing to suddenly ask her this, so she paused slightly and replied dryly, "I'm alright."

Zhou Shijing curled his thin lips into a sarcastic smile and said to himself, "As far as I know, my grandmother really likes Miss Han. She has long since decided that she will be my future aunt."

A cool breeze swept by, and Wen Song's fingertips felt a little cold. "But I heard that my uncle already has a girlfriend."

Zhou Shijing sneered, "It's just for novelty, just for fun. After all, for a daughter-in-law of a wealthy family, talent and looks are the most basic requirements, but family background is the most important."

"Really? So that's what you think."

Wen Song glanced at him, her clear eyes shining brightly in the night, without a trace of emotion. "Then you should be glad that we didn't end up together. After all, I have no family background, no connections, and I don't even have parents. With such a humble background, I am really not good enough for you."

Her tone was flat, showing no sign of grievance, yet every word she uttered was like a fine needle, piercing through Zhou Shijing's carefully crafted rhetoric.

Zhou Shijing's face suddenly stiffened, and the argument he had just blurted out sounded particularly jarring in retrospect.

He hurriedly tried to explain, but Wen Song had already turned her gaze away and walked towards Lu Yun in front of her, unwilling to talk any further.

Lu Yun greeted Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu from a distance.

"Dad, Mom, we're here."

Lu Zhiheng turned around at the sound, his gaze piercing through the hazy, yellowish night, and met Wen Song's from afar.

The lanterns under the eaves cast a warm glow, which fell on her slightly thin shoulders.

After her conversation with Zhou Shijing, a faint sense of detachment lingered in her eyes, but the moment she met Lu Zhiheng's gaze, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Oh, it's good that you're here. We've been waiting for you."

Grandma Lu greeted them with a smile, "Qingya has been eagerly waiting to set off fireworks for a long time, but Zhiheng insisted on waiting for you to come so we could set them off together."

"They probably weren't waiting for us, but specifically for Songsong."

Lu Yun smiled and took Wen Song's hand. "Songsong, look how much your uncle dotes on you. He knows you girls love watching fireworks, so he waited for you specially."

Fortunately, it was dark and Wen Song's blushing face could not be seen. The girl whispered "thank you" in Lu Zhiheng's direction.

Lu Zhiheng responded lightly and gestured to the butler to place the fireworks in an open space.