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

No, that's not it.

"I'm not shirking responsibility. It's just that Lu Zhiheng had ulterior motives. He had designs on you from the very beginning."

Zhou Shijing's temples bulged with veins, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "Songsong, you know absolutely nothing. If it weren't for Lu Zhiheng's split on New Year's Day, you and I would already be..."

Before Zhou Shijing could finish speaking, Lu Zhiheng and Lu Yun simultaneously shouted at him to stop.

"Enough, shut up!"

"Zhou Shijing, shut up!"

The two's sudden and intense reactions, on the contrary, aroused Wen Song's suspicions.

If she remembered correctly, on New Year's Day, she went to the Zhou family to visit Lu Yun, who was sick. Later, she suddenly suffered from hypoglycemia and was met by Lu Zhiheng, who happened to be visiting the Zhou family. He kindly took her to the hospital.

But at this moment, from Zhou Shijing's words, it seemed that there was another hidden story behind this matter, a hidden story that neither Lu Zhiheng nor Lu Yun wanted her to know.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her gaze fixed on Zhou Shijing. "Explain yourself clearly. What exactly happened to Lu Zhiheng on New Year's Day? If it weren't for him, what would our relationship be like now?"

Zhou Shijing's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and his fingertips pressed so hard they almost dug into the table.

I was so caught up in my emotions that I blurted out that thing without thinking. Now that I've come to my senses, I'm suddenly much clearer-headed.

What happened that day was too unbearable. If it were brought up in public, Wen Song might not be able to accept it, and it might even push her relationship with the entire Zhou family into an irrecoverable situation.

His clenched teeth and silent demeanor deepened Wen Song's suspicions.

Just as they were about to press further, Old Master Lu suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Alright, that's enough. This matter ends here. Not one of you here is allowed to tell anyone."

Old Master Lu was once a powerful and influential figure. Even in his advanced age, his dignified presence remains undiminished, brooking no dissent.

His gaze swept over everyone at the table, finally settling on Wen Song, and his tone left no room for negotiation: "As for Song, I will personally arrange for her to study abroad after the New Year."

In just one sentence, they forcibly brought their tense entanglement to a conclusion.

Everyone in the room was taken aback.

Everyone could understand that this was not a simple study abroad arrangement; it was clearly a way to use going abroad to completely sever the complicated ties between Wen Song, Zhou Shijing, and Lu Zhiheng.

Zhou Shijing froze, looking up at Old Master Lu with shock, anger, and disbelief in his eyes. "Grandpa, you..."

"That's probably not up to you."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a deep, powerful voice.

Compared to Zhou Shijing's panic, Lu Zhiheng remained completely unmoved.

He slowly stood up, his eyes deep and cold like a pool, every word he spoke carrying a heavy weight, neither humble nor arrogant, facing the old man's imposing presence head-on.

"Wen Song is not an object; her future should be decided by herself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Old Master Lu's face darkened slightly, and his brows furrowed tightly.

He knew that his son had been very opinionated since childhood, and after adulthood, he acted even more arbitrarily, almost never letting others manipulate him in the slightest.

But he clearly didn't expect that he would openly contradict himself for the sake of a woman.

Feeling embarrassed, he was about to say something more when Lu Zhiheng continued, "Furthermore, there's something I was planning to tell everyone publicly after the New Year at a suitable time. Since we've come this far, let's clarify it all at once."

His tone was flat, revealing little emotion, yet the aura emanating from him grew increasingly imposing.

Wen Song's heart trembled slightly, both because of his words of defense and because of what Lu Zhiheng was about to reveal.

She looked up at Lu Zhiheng, her gaze meeting his firm and resolute eyes. He tightened his grip on her hand slightly, conveying a sense of reassurance. Then he looked away, his intense gaze falling on Old Master Lu and Zhou Shijing in turn.

"Not long ago, Songsong and I registered our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau. In other words, we are now a legally protected couple. Unless we both agree, no one has the right or the right to forcibly separate us."

After Lu Zhiheng finished speaking, he nodded slightly, took Wen Song's hand, and left the group of people who were stunned into silence.

About four or five seconds after they left, the hall, which had been silent for a while, finally stirred up a commotion.

"What?! Zhiheng actually got his marriage certificate with Songsong?"

"Such a big thing, how come you didn't get a single tip beforehand?"

The people around him seemed to be frogs thrown into boiling water, but Zhou Shijing felt as if he were isolated in a completely sealed space. He couldn't hear or perceive anything; only one sentence kept repeating in his mind—

Songsong and I have already registered our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Songsong and I have already registered our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Songsong and I have already registered our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau...

After leaving the Lu family's old residence, Wen Song insisted that Lu Zhiheng go to the hospital to treat his wounds first.

Actually, the bleeding from the wound had already stopped, and he could have just gone home to treat it and disinfect it. But to put Wen Song at ease, Lu Zhiheng still drove the car to the hospital.

Wen Song watched the entire process as the nurse cleaned Lu Zhiheng's wound.

The wound wasn't large, but it was a bit deep. The more Lu Zhiheng endured the pain without uttering a sound, the more heartbroken Wen Song felt. She gently scolded, "Are you stupid? Why didn't you dodge back then?"

Lu Zhiheng squeezed her hand. "He's angry. If you don't let him vent, it'll only cause him harm, and that's not worth it."

Wen Song pouted, "But when you announced our marriage in public just now, he looked even angrier than you."

"That's different."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled, "What's done is done, the die is cast. Once their anger subsides, they'll quickly come to their senses and become completely absorbed in the joy of their son finally getting married at his age."

Wen Song knew that Lu Zhiheng's words were mostly meant to comfort her, as he was worried that she would feel guilty for disrupting tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

But she couldn't help but laugh at Lu Zhiheng's words, "Coming to the hospital during the Lunar New Year is bad enough, and you're deliberately teasing me."

The nurse had already applied the gauze to his wound and carefully explained the precautions he needed to take recently.

After she left, Lu Zhiheng gently pulled Wen Song onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, gazing at her tenderly with his deep eyes. His tone suddenly became serious, "Songsong, just be happy forever. Don't worry about anything. Remember, I'll always be there for you."

Wen Song, who had been smiling faintly, felt a sudden pang of sadness upon hearing this, her eyes welling up with tears. She pouted, wrapped her arms around Lu Zhiheng's neck, and buried her head in his neck. "Lu Zhiheng, I promised Miaomiao I wouldn't cry easily. Don't say such sentimental things, it'll make me break my promise..."

The two barely ate anything at the Lu family's house. After returning home, Wen Song personally cooked a delicious meal.

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, Lu Zhiheng's eyes were filled with admiration. He hugged Wen Song from behind and said, "I didn't just marry a wife, I married a fairy godmother."

His hot breath tickled Wen Song's ear, making her laugh and shrink her neck. "Alright, if you don't eat now, the food will get cold."

"No rush."

Lu Zhiheng's thin lips brushed against Wen Song's delicate earlobe. "Suddenly, I feel you're more delicious than the food. I've decided to eat you first..."