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

Wen Song flagged down a car nearby and urged the driver to take her home as quickly as possible.

Wen Miaomiao was idly helping Aunt Tian pick green beans when she heard the door open. She dropped the beans she was holding and got up to greet her.

"I've thought about it. You've completely forgotten, and only remembered after I reminded you. You don't need to say anything now; if you do, it will be considered an excuse."

Wen Song didn't even try to argue; he just smiled and looked at her quietly, making Wen Miaomiao feel a little guilty.

"What? Is there a grain of rice on my face?"

She frowned and rubbed her face haphazardly. "That's not right, I had noodles with soybean paste for lunch, I didn't eat any rice at all. Wait, Wen Song, what are you laughing at like that?"

"I wasn't laughing at anything."

Wen Song stepped forward and affectionately patted Wen Miaomiao's bright pink hair. "I suddenly realized that you're quite cute."

cute?

Is this a word used to describe her?

Wen Miaomiao strongly suspected that Wen Song had some misunderstanding about her, but then she thought of something even more serious. She yelled "Ah!" and stormed into the kitchen, "Wen Song, who told you to touch my hair? The thing I hate most in this life is having my hair touched by someone!"

When Wen Song received the electronic version of the appraisal results from the appraisal agency, she was in class.

Her heart tightened suddenly, she held her breath, and her hand trembled slightly as she opened the report.

She quickly glanced at the initial number and testing date, then swiped the page rapidly to the very end of the report.

The bold, black text clearly resolved all the doubts and anxieties of the past few days—

"Based on the results of this DNA typing, it is supported that Wen Song is Wen Miaomiao's biological mother."

So time travel really does exist in this world; so someone really did come from a parallel world for her.

After class, Wen Song immediately called home, "Miao Miao, are you going out to eat today? My treat."

Wen Miaomiao gave a light snort, her tone ambiguous, "Why are you being so attentive all of a sudden? What, the test results are in?"

Wen Song suppressed the flutter in her heart and gave a soft "Mmm". "I'm out. We'll talk about it in detail when we have dinner together later."

Wen Miaomiao wasn't very interested in food, so she told Wen Song to just pick a place she usually went to.

So Wen Song took her to a noodle shop near the school.

Although the shop is small, it is clean and tidy, and the owners, a husband and wife, are very welcoming.

Seeing Wen Song approach, he greeted her with a smile, "Little girl, you brought your little sister over for noodles?"

Wen Song gave a vague reply. Given Wen Miaomiao's current age, it seemed more reasonable to say that she was her younger sister.

So far, she has no intention of telling anyone about her relationship with Wen Miaomiao, and she guesses that no one would believe her if she did.

While Wen Miaomiao was eating noodles, Wen Song rested his chin on his hand and watched her silently.

Although she had known for a long time that they looked six or seven parts alike, she still found it a bit amazing when she confirmed that their resemblance was due to blood ties.

Her eyebrows are beautiful, and her eyes are gorgeous; she inherited all of that from her.

When Wen Song's gaze fell on her high, straight nose, she finally realized a very serious problem.

She hesitated for a while before finally asking, extremely embarrassed, "Miaomiao, you've been here for several days now, why haven't you gone to see your dad yet?"

Wen Miaomiao was focused on eating her noodles with her head buried in her bowl, and when she heard this, she didn't even bother to lift her head.

"Why are you looking for that playboy?"

"The playboy? Lu Zhiheng?"

Wen Miaomiao choked violently, coughing intensely until her cheeks turned bright red. Wen Song handed her tissues and water, asking suspiciously, "Why are you reacting so strongly? Didn't you say my future husband is…?"

Interrupted by Wen Miaomiao, she hesitated to say the name aloud.

After coughing for a while, Wen Miaomiao said, "Don't misunderstand. I reacted strongly because I think you're quite quick to accept things. Just a few days ago, you were vehemently denying any connection with Lu Zhiheng and wouldn't even let me mention his name."

Wen Song said "Oh". Actually, even now, she still didn't want to admit it, but she thought that since Wen Miaomiao was her daughter, she wouldn't just make up a story to deceive her.

Although she couldn't imagine how she ended up with Lu Zhiheng.

If she couldn't figure something out, she simply put it aside for the time being and gently reminded her, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Wen Miaomiao wiped her mouth clean, leaned back lazily in her chair, and said, "I don't plan to acknowledge him for the time being. He's always serious and controlling. I finally got rid of him, so I won't go back to him."

These words made Wen Song secretly breathe a sigh of relief. She was really worried about how she would face Lu Zhiheng in the future if Wen Miaomiao went to acknowledge him as her father.

"That's fine too."

Wen Song said, "Your current identity is that of my classmate's younger sister. It's not appropriate for you to keep living at the Zhou family's house. I was thinking about it on the way here. How about I rent you an apartment near my school?"

"Rent it to me?" Wen Miaomiao reacted quickly. "You mean, you want me to live alone?"

She looked completely unconvinced. "Ms. Wen, have you forgotten that I'm only fourteen years old? A minor! Please take responsibility as my guardian, okay?"

Wen Song felt ashamed after hearing Wen Miaomiao's words and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to abandon you. It's just temporary. I've lived in the Zhou family for so many years, and Zhou Shijing is currently hospitalized. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to suddenly suggest moving out now."

Wen Miaomiao rolled her eyes and muttered, "What do you mean it's not suitable? I think you just can't let go of Zhou Shijing."

Wen Song lowered her head and pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Wen Miaomiao shoved her chair aside and stood up with a "whoosh," exclaiming, "How unfortunate to have a mother like you, so obsessed with love!"

Wen Song:......

Wen Miaomiao's words were annoying, but she only sulked for a short while. She turned to look at Wen Song, who was silently following behind her, and then casually started negotiating with her, "Hey, you've hurt me so much, it's not too much to ask for a little compensation, is it?"

Wen Song was happy to make it up to her, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her, "Just tell me what you want."

Wen Miaomiao immediately replied, "Anything you want?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Wen Song's face as she honestly admitted, "I can't afford anything too expensive. Although I have some savings, I still need to use them to rent a place later."

Wen Song would never use the Zhou family's money to support Wen Miaomiao.

In fact, besides being a university student, she is also a somewhat popular food blogger who occasionally shares dessert recipes.

She doesn't show her face, but with her gentle and soothing voice, paired with heartwarming and adorable food images, she has gradually accumulated a large number of fans who like her, which is also the source of all her income.

Wen Miaomiao knew that her mother was a poor wretch.

Fortunately, she wasn't interested in those high-end options at all. She glanced around and pointed to a hair salon. "Let's go get my hair dyed first."

"Dyed again?"

Wen Song asked instinctively, "I remember you just changed this color not long ago, right?"

Wen Miaomiao clicked her tongue impatiently, raised an eyebrow and teased, "Miss Wen, you've adapted to your new role pretty quickly, haven't you? It's only been less than half a day since you became a mother, and you're already thinking about restricting me?"

Wen Song didn't intend to restrict her, and patiently explained, "I just think that dyeing your hair too frequently is bad for your health."

Wen Miaomiao snorted coldly, "Who told you to call me cute? I hate it when people call me cute!"