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

When Wen Song and Lu Zhiheng arrived at the front hall, a group of people were already waiting at the door to greet them.

Wen Song was surprised to see Lu Yun there. She had always regarded Lu Yun as her closest elder, and she felt somewhat guilty for keeping Lu Yun's relationship with Lu Zhiheng a secret from her.

After greeting everyone, the group went directly to the dining room.

This time, Wen Song did not sit next to Lu Yun; she was arranged to sit next to Lu Zhiheng.

It was at this moment that Wen Song suddenly realized that Han Qingya was no longer at the Lu family home.

The meal was very harmonious. After the banquet, Lu Zhiheng was called to the study by Old Master Lu for tea.

Wen Song was being held by Old Madam Lu's hand as she talked on and on.

"That's enough, Mom," Lu Yun said with a smile as she walked over. "You've been talking to Songsong all night. Aren't you tired of talking? She must be tired of smiling and keeping up with you."

Grandma Lu glanced at Wen Song with reluctance. She had always been particularly fond of Wen Song, and now that she was her daughter-in-law, she liked her even more.

"Then you can chat with Song for a while. I'm actually a bit tired, so I'll go back to my room to rest first."

After seeing off Old Madam Lu, Lu Yun turned to Wen Song and asked, "Want to take a walk in the yard?"

A thin layer of snow had accumulated in the yard, and shoes made a soft crunching sound when they stepped on it.

Lu Yun's first words were, "Shi Jing went to another city for training a few days ago. Don't worry, he shouldn't be back anytime soon, and he won't bother you anymore."

Wen Song felt a pang of sadness for no reason. "Aunt Yun, I'm sorry."

"Apologize for what?" Lu Yun exhaled a wisp of white breath. "Didn't you say last time that you and Zhiheng were in a normal relationship and that you didn't do anything wrong?"

Wen Song lowered her head even further. "You've always cared for me and looked after me so much. I shouldn't have hidden the fact that I'm with Lu Zhiheng from you."

Lu Yun sighed, "You grew up by my side since you were little. In my heart, you are no different from my own child."

"It's because I like you so much that I'm obsessed and always want to bring you and Shi Jing together."

She chuckled as she spoke, "But I'm quite satisfied with the current situation. A sister-in-law is still a sister-in-law, after all. At least the good things haven't gone to outsiders."

Seeing that Wen Song didn't speak, Lu Yun walked over and gently hugged her. "Songsong, don't feel guilty. Aunt Yun is now both your husband's family and your own family to you. If Zhiheng ever dares to bully you, just tell Aunt Yun, and Aunt Yun will make sure to get justice for you."

Wen Song's eyes instantly welled up with tears; the thing she feared most hadn't happened.

It seemed that her separation from Zhou Shijing had not made any difference to her life.

Those who love her still love her.

Even her beloved Aunt Yun did not distance herself from her because of this.

"You silly girl, why are you crying?"

Lu Yun wiped away her tears. "Could it be that Lu Zhiheng, that ice block, really bullied you?"

"No," Wen Song sniffed, "Lu Zhiheng is so good to me. He's not cold or fierce at all, really."

The two hadn't chatted like this in a long time, and before they knew it, they had walked to the vicinity of the pavilion.

Wen Song suddenly recalled the first time she met Wen Miaomiao here, as if it were just yesterday. She wondered how Wen Miaomiao was doing in the parallel world, whether she was wearing warm clothes, and whether she was following the doctor's advice and taking good care of herself.

"By the way, Aunt Yun, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you."

Lu Yun was completely unsuspecting. "What is it? Ask away."

Wen Song pursed her lips. "I want to know, what exactly happened on New Year's Day that I don't know about?"

Ever since hearing Zhou Shijing's half-finished words that night, Wen Song has been restless these past few days.

I always felt that the thing she didn't know was very important to her.

A fleeting look of shame crossed Lu Yun's eyes, and her drooping fingers trembled imperceptibly.

She seemed very conflicted, as if she found it extremely difficult to speak. After a long while, she finally took a deep breath and said, "Regarding this matter, Songsong, Aunt Yun wants to sincerely apologize to you first..."

Lu Zhiheng came out of the study and immediately saw Lu Yun waiting outside.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he walked over slowly. "Waiting for me?"

Lu Yun nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Songsong just asked me about what happened on New Year's Day, and I told her the truth. Her reaction was a bit strange, so I thought I'd tell you in advance."

Lu Zhiheng frowned, his eyes darkening. "Where is she now?"

"Pavilion".

Lu Zhiheng turned to leave, but after a few steps, he stopped, turned back, and said, "Sister, thank you for speaking up for me and Songsong in front of Mom and Dad."

On one side is her own son, and on the other is her own grandson.

Even though Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu had feelings for Wen Song, it was impossible for them to let go of their grudges and accept their relationship so easily in just a few days.

The only reasonable explanation is that Lu Yun, as Zhou Shijing's mother, took the initiative to back down and stop interfering, and tried her best to persuade the two elders not to feel any psychological burden.

Lu Yun smiled and said, "I've already sacrificed my son for you, isn't a simple 'thank you' too insincere?"

Lu Zhiheng raised an eyebrow. "So what do you want?"

Lu Yun's smile widened, "On the wedding day, you and Songsong will personally serve me a cup of tea."

Lu Zhiheng: "...Okay."

Lu Zhiheng found Wen Song alone in the pavilion, lost in thought.

He hadn't seen Wen Song like this in a long time, as if isolated from the world around him, his small figure huddled together, looking thin and fragile.

He slowed his pace and sat down beside her, immediately taking her hand in his. "Your hands are so cold, why don't you come inside?"

Wen Song slowly raised her head, her small face revealing a pair of vacant, dark eyes. "Lu Zhiheng, Miaomiao isn't coming back, is she? She's not my child with you, is she?"

Lu Zhiheng knew that, given Wen Song's intelligence, now that he knew the truth, he would surely have figured out the whole story.

On the way here, he was still thinking about whether he should keep it a secret for a while longer, so that she could at least have a happy New Year.

But at this moment, facing the girl with a sorrowful expression, he suddenly couldn't bear to deceive her anymore.

"Let's go home first. I have something to show you. After you see it, I'll tell you whatever you want to ask."

An hour later, Wen Song sat in front of the French windows in Lu Zhiheng's living room and opened the letter that Wen Miaomiao had left for her.

"Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. The best mother in the world, Wen Song."

"When you see this letter, it means you already know my true identity. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am not your daughter with Lu Zhiheng."

"Although I really don't want to admit it, it's the truth: I am indeed your and Zhou Shijing's child."

"I lied to you for some reason, but I never regret it, because no matter how many chances God gave me, I would still choose to do it."

"I admit that my initial purpose in deceiving you was simply to prevent my own birth from happening. But later, I genuinely wanted my mother to have a completely new and different life."

"When this thought crossed my mind, I realized that I had begun to love you."

"I love the cookies you baked for me, I love the red scarf you knitted for me, I love pushing you around in circles in the supermarket, I love how you argued with people to protect me, and then trembled with fear afterward..."

"Yes, those were every moment you showed me love as a mother."

"You said you would try your best to be a good mother, and you did."

"So, there are still some regrets. I regret that the time we spent together was too short, and I regret that I will never have the chance to call you Mom again."

"But like I said, I don't regret being able to personally guide my mother onto a bright and promising path. That kind of gentle and unassuming person was really cool, wasn't she?"

"Okay, that's enough. Otherwise, you crybaby will start crying endlessly again."

When Wen Song saw this, tears began to fall in a steady stream.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and she didn't want to anymore. Anyway, no matter how strong she became in the future, there would never be a girl named Wen Miaomiao to judge her.

She was too stupid and too slow to notice Wen Miaomiao's lie for so long.

She always spoke of Zhou Shijing with such disgust.

She let slip that her father was a playboy.

She said she absolutely could not go to the Zhou family on New Year's Day.

She said that with her there, no one could stop her from being reborn…

Those details hidden in everyday life—if she had paid even a little attention, how could she not have noticed the slightest clue?

The crying grew louder, and Wen Song's initial sobs turned into loud wailing.

"Lu Zhiheng, I will never see Miaomiao again..."

"That day I told you she wasn't a good daughter, but actually, I'm not a good mother either..."