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

Zhou Shijing's short sentence was like dropping a bombshell among the guests.

Gasps of surprise rose and fell, and everyone's gazes, a mixture of shock and curiosity, swept over Lu Zhiheng, Wen Song, and Zhou Shijing.

Wen Song kept her head down, feeling countless tiny gazes falling on her, and the embarrassment and panic made her heart ache.

She didn't want to meet any scrutinizing gazes. Her knuckles gripping the chopsticks were so tense they turned white, and the cold porcelain chopsticks dug deep into her palms, sending a shiver down her spine.

Lu Yun could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her gaze quickly swept between Wen Song and Lu Zhiheng before settling on Zhou Shijing. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Shijing, what did you say? You said your uncle stole whose girlfriend?"

"Mom!" Zhou Shijing's chest heaved violently, his face flushed red, filled with pain and resentment. He suddenly roared, "Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending? Lu Zhiheng's girlfriend is Songsong! The reason Songsong is so infatuated and insists on breaking up with me is because of him!"

Zhou Shijing's words were forceful and resolute, tearing away all pretense of decorum. His eyes were bloodshot, and his accusations were filled with anguish: "You trusted him completely back then, entrusting Songsong to his care. In the end, he used his status as an elder to get closer and closer, eventually taking her to his own side and possessing her!"

With those words, the carefully prepared reunion dinner for the evening was utterly shattered.

Grandpa Lu's teacup suddenly stopped, his fingertips digging into the rim with considerable force, his expression instantly turning serious. "Zhiheng, is what Shijing said true?"

Grandma Lu froze abruptly, the kind smile on her face vanished, and her eyes, weathered by time, widened in shock and astonishment.

The guests were all silent, no one dared to utter a sound.

All eyes were fixed on Lu Zhiheng in the main seat, awaiting his response.

He calmly raised his eyes, his dark and sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present. His voice was steady and clear, without the slightest concealment, "Songsong and I are indeed together."

Upon hearing this, Wen Song suddenly looked up and met his firm and calm eyes.

Lu Yun beside him closed her eyes in despair.

In his mind, the familiar soft-soled leather shoes placed in Lu Zhiheng's house finally became synonymous with their owner.

The chopsticks in front of me rolled off the table and hit the ground with a crisp "crack".

Everyone at the table was surprised by Lu Zhiheng's candor, and they exchanged bewildered glances in silence.

Lu Zhiheng sat upright, his tone completely calm, and spoke again, "But Songsong and I are together cleanly and honestly. There has never been any question of me stealing anyone's girlfriend."

"You little rascal!"

Enraged, Old Master Lu grabbed a wine glass and threw it forcefully at Lu Zhiheng.

With a muffled thud, the wine glass smashed hard against Lu Zhiheng's forehead, then fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

No one expected Old Master Lu to make a move, and Wen Song was completely caught off guard.

Only when a thin trickle of blood appeared on Lu Zhiheng's forehead did she shudder, abruptly sit up, and rush over, her voice trembling, "Lu Zhiheng, are you alright?"

Ignoring the surprised looks of the crowd, she reached out to wipe away the streak of blood, but the blood kept seeping out and she couldn't wipe it clean no matter how she wiped it.

Wen Song felt a sudden panic, her eyes instantly reddening. She hurriedly grabbed a thick stack of tissues and pressed them against his wound, her voice choked with barely suppressed sobs, "Let's go to the hospital, let's go to the hospital now."

Lu Zhiheng remained calm throughout, but when he saw Wen Song's reddened eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. He gently took her wrist and whispered reassuringly, "It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

Grandma Lu loved her son dearly and had never spoken a harsh word to him since he was a child. Now, seeing his forehead covered in blood, she was filled with anxiety and immediately instructed the servant beside her to fetch the family doctor.

Old Master Lu snorted coldly, "No one is allowed to go. He did something wrong, and he still has the nerve to call a doctor? He deserves this lesson!"

The next second, a clear and stubborn female voice suddenly broke through the oppressive air, "He did nothing wrong."

Wen Song has always been timid and rarely speaks loudly, let alone talk back to his elders in public.

But at this moment, perhaps stimulated by the wound on Lu Zhiheng's forehead, a sudden surge of courage welled up in her heart.

Her eyes, misty with tears, looked firmly at everyone present.

"On the day of Old Master Lu's birthday banquet, here again, with the same elders present, everyone should have heard it: Zhou Shijing resolutely proposed to me to cancel the engagement."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "After that day, I had absolutely nothing to do with Zhou Shijing. Even after I got together with Lu Zhiheng, we were both single. As long as it wasn't illegal or against social morality, what did I do wrong?"

After Wen Song finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

The fact that a nephew and uncle turned against each other over a woman is, regardless of the reason, a family scandal that is difficult to cover up for the Lu family, and no one dares to speak up easily.

In the tense atmosphere, an elder reluctantly stepped in to smooth things over: "Since Songsong and Shijing broke up completely before they got together, then Zhiheng really can't be considered to have done anything wrong."

No sooner had these words been spoken than Zhou Shijing suddenly retorted, his tone both stubborn and sharp: "Who said he was right? He took advantage of my misfortune! He repeatedly interfered during the time when Songsong and I were having conflicts, and he had ulterior motives from the very beginning!"

"A conflict?"

Wen Song raised her eyes, and the last trace of affection she had for Zhou Shijing vanished completely.

She looked up at him, her gaze icy colder than ever before: "The conflict you're talking about, is it feigning amnesia under the guise of the car accident? Is it frequently seeing other women before breaking up with me? Is it unilaterally and forcefully annulling our engagement without regard for my feelings?"

Everyone at the table was astonished.

All they knew was that on the day Wen Song and Zhou Shijing registered their marriage, Zhou Shijing suffered a sudden car accident and lost his memory, ultimately missing out on the engagement.

But no one knew that his amnesia was a deliberate act from beginning to end.

In an instant, all the sympathy in the room vanished, and everyone's gaze turned to scrutiny and inquiry, fixed firmly on Zhou Shijing.

Zhou Shijing hadn't expected Wen Song to expose his true colors in public. Embarrassed by the intense gazes of the crowd, his brows furrowed tightly, his chest heaving, and he hastily explained, "There's a reason I pretended to have amnesia, and I've already explained it to you!"

"I've explained it, and then what?"

Wen Song's words were cold and ruthless, each sentence piercing the heart: "Even children know that 'I'm sorry' doesn't necessarily mean 'It's okay.' With your unwillingness to bear the shackles of morality and your unwillingness to marry someone you don't love, you force me to leave and let go in the most cowardly and irresponsible way."

"I spent countless hours trying to get over that relationship and start a new life, but you come back to me and tell me that you've thought it through, that you've always loved me, and that you want to force me to come back and accept you again."

A faint, mocking smile curved her lips, her eyes icy cold: "Zhou Shijing, no one will stay in the same place forever waiting for you. You created all of this with your own hands, so why do you feel at ease portraying yourself as the one who suffered all the injustice? Pushing all the blame onto Lu Zhiheng?"