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

This commotion lasted until the early hours of the morning.

The food on the table never saw anyone enjoy it, but instead witnessed two figures entangled in a passionate embrace from beginning to end.

The cool moonlight streamed through the window, casting a hazy, dim glow over the room, making the silhouettes of the two people embracing each other appear even more tender and affectionate.

The next day, while Wen Song was still fast asleep in Lu Zhiheng's arms, the doorbell rang.

Afraid of waking her up, Lu Zhiheng carefully tucked her in, then grabbed a bathrobe to wrap himself in before going out to open the door.

Through the smart peephole, Lu Zhiheng saw Shang Yang's face zoomed in.

With a hint of displeasure at being disturbed, Lu Zhiheng opened the door with a displeased expression.

"Happy New Year!"

Lu Zhiheng turned and walked inside, "Thanks to you, I'm unhappy."

Shang Yang didn't mind Lu Zhiheng's cold face at all and followed him in with a grin.

"Don't be like that. I only landed in the middle of the night last night and slept for a few hours before rushing over to wish you a Happy New Year."

Lu Zhiheng coldly retorted, "Then there's no New Year's money either."

Shang Yang chuckled, "Did I come for your paltry sum?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he sensed something was wrong. His eyes scanned the living room like radar, then he eagerly followed him to the guest bedroom's bathroom. "Old Lu, are you hiding a woman in your house?"

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Lu Zhiheng casually tossed his hair back and glanced at Shang Yang leisurely. "Does a wife who's been officially recognized by the government need to be hidden?"

"National Cover..."

Shang Yang gasped, "No way, Lao Lu, you can't be serious, you really got a marriage certificate with someone?"

Lu Zhiheng ignored him and walked straight to the living room.

Shang Yang was so anxious that he scratched his head and followed closely behind him, "I'm really curious, which woman has such great abilities..."

Before he could finish speaking, the master bedroom door clicked open. Shang Yang instinctively shut his mouth and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a woman wearing a beige nightgown, her eyes half-open, yawning as she walked out.

"Lu Zhiheng, what time is it? Why didn't you wake me up?"

Wen Song's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of sleepy innocence. Lu Zhiheng reacted quickly, walking over in a few steps. His tall figure blocked Shang Yang's shocked and petrified gaze. "It's still early. Don't you always complain about not getting enough sleep? I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer."

Wen Song was completely unaware that there was another person in the house. She rested her forehead against Lu Zhiheng's chest and said in a soft and weak voice, "Then you will stay with me."

Lu Zhiheng responded softly, "Okay," and walked inside with Wen Song in his arms, while waving his other hand ruthlessly at Shang Yang behind him.

Shang Yang had barely sat down on the sofa when he was told to leave.

Today has been quite an eye-opener for him. In all the years he has known Lu Zhiheng, he has never seen him speak to anyone in such a gentle tone.

Most importantly, he rubbed his eyes. If he wasn't hallucinating, the person who just walked out of Lu Zhiheng's room was actually Wen Song?!

Two seconds later, Shang Yang slapped his thigh hard.

Damn it, that bastard Lao Lu actually went after his nephew's wife!

Lu Zhiheng had just returned to his bedroom when his phone started vibrating incessantly with message notifications.

He knew without even opening it that another man in the world had broken down.

Just as Lu Zhiheng had said, after calming down, the old master Lu quickly came to his senses.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the old family called and asked him to bring Wen Song back home.

Wen Song wasn't sure if the old man, once he came to his senses, would truly be unable to extricate himself from the joy of his son finally getting married at his advanced age.

But Lu Zhiheng had already started to put on airs, "Let's make this clear first, if it's about persuading people to break up, then don't bother."

Grandma Lu acted as the main spokesperson, saying, "Look at what you're saying! You've already got your marriage certificate, would we really encourage you to divorce Song?"

Lu Zhiheng rubbed the head of a girl who was perched on his shoulder, intently eavesdropping on the phone call.

"I don't want to listen to lectures."

Grandma Lu clicked her tongue. "What's with all the lecturing? I just miss Song'er. Last time I came over, I barely got to say a few words to her."

Lu Zhiheng hummed in agreement. "Alright, I'll ask Songsong if she wants to come over."

"Does that even need to be asked?"

Grandma Lu frowned. "Is Song'er next to you right now? Give her the phone, I'll talk to her myself."

Upon hearing this, Wen Song quickly stepped back and waved to Lu Zhiheng.

Lu Zhiheng silently curled his lips slightly, "She's afraid that if you and my dad have a disagreement, she'll have to send her abroad again, so she doesn't dare answer your call."

Wen Song didn't mean it that way at all. She was inexplicably "framed" by Lu Zhiheng, and her face turned red with anxiety. She quickly answered the phone, "Hello, Grandma."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wen Song felt an urge to die on the spot. His cheeks flushed red, and he buried his head in the sofa cushions.

Fortunately, Old Mrs. Lu didn't laugh at her. Instead, she said gently, "Song'er, now that you're married to Zhiheng, shouldn't you change how you address him?"

Perhaps because Wen Song had never had a mother since she was a child, she pursed her pink lips again and again, unable to bring herself to say "Mom".

Lu Zhiheng immediately noticed her embarrassment and came to her rescue, saying, "You can prepare the change of address fee on our wedding day."

"That works too, Song'er. How about we don't change our address today, and come back for dinner with Zhiheng tonight?"

Wen Song nodded, "Okay, we'll go back then."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Song buried her face in Lu Zhiheng's chest in frustration: "Waaah... Am I so bad with my mouth? I can't say anything when I'm nervous."

Lu Zhiheng let out a few indulgent chuckles from his chest, "It's the ugly daughter-in-law who gets nervous when meeting her in-laws. My Songsong is uniquely beautiful and adorable in the whole world. They should be the ones who are nervous."

When they arrived at the Lu family's residence, it was just getting dark, and fine snowflakes were falling from the sky.

They walked slowly along the cobblestone path, holding hands, without using an umbrella.

Wen Song suddenly thought of something, a faint smile curving her lips as she looked up at Lu Zhiheng, "Lu Zhiheng, do you remember? This is the third time you've taken me on this road."

The first time, Lu Zhiheng had just returned to China. The two met by chance at the guard post. At that time, she was full of awe for him and followed him quietly, holding her breath and not daring to say a word more than necessary.

The second time was on the day of Old Master Lu's birthday banquet. Zhou Shijing publicly proposed to cancel the engagement. She couldn't bear the shock and fainted on the spot. After she woke up, Lu Zhiheng offered to take her home. She decided to give Zhou Shijing her wish and begged Lu Zhiheng to take her to him.

Today is the third time, and now they are husband and wife, and he is taking her to meet his family.

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyes. The dimples on her lips seemed to have a magical power. Every time he saw them, the corners of his mouth would involuntarily turn up. "Including today, that's four times in total."

"Four times?" Wen Song frowned, trying hard to recall if there was any time she had forgotten, but she thought for a long time without success.

She shook Lu Zhiheng's arm. "Which other time is it? Can you remind me?"

She's now quite adept at acting cute in front of Lu Zhiheng, mainly because he always falls for it. She pinched her fingertips and said casually, "That time you fainted, I carried you to the side hall."

"What?"

Wen Song looked bewildered. She had never known that when she fainted that day, it was Lu Zhiheng who carried her to the hospital. No wonder he was standing under the eaves outside the house when she woke up later.

It turned out that while she was unconscious, he had been silently watching over her outside.

It turns out that the gears of their destiny had already begun to turn quietly at that time.