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

From the moment Wen Song started reading the letter, Lu Zhiheng had been silently staying by her side. Seeing her cry uncontrollably, Lu Zhiheng felt waves of heartache spreading through his heart.

Without saying a word, he gently pulled her into his arms, his large hands patting her back lightly to soothe her.

Wen Song, like a kitten soaked by a downpour, curled up on his chest and sobbed incessantly.

"I'm so stupid, so incredibly stupid. If only I had realized it sooner..."

"If you had found out sooner, would you have continued to be with Zhou Shijing for Wen Miaomiao's sake, making the mistake along the way?"

Lu Zhiheng's deep voice slowly rose from above her head, carrying a gentle yet clear-headed strength, "Songsong, I understand that losing Miaomiao is really hard for you to let go of."

"But she did everything in her power to prevent that tragedy from happening and changed the fate of all of us. If you truly love her, you should cherish every day of your newfound life. That would be the best way to honor her."

"And what about you?"

Wen Song opened her hazy eyes and looked at Lu Zhiheng. "Miao Miao lied to me because she wanted to prevent the tragedy from happening, so why did you lie to me along with her?"

In other words, if something has already reached a predetermined outcome, then all the processes involved must be for the purpose of achieving that outcome.

They said they had to speed up their pace to ensure Wen Miaomiao's safe delivery.

He knew from the very beginning that Wen Miaomiao was not their child.

Tears welled up in Wen Song's eyes and streamed down her face. "Was it out of pity? You heard about my fate from her and couldn't bear it, so you cooperated with her and acted out this charade for so long?"

"How could it be acting?"

Lu Zhiheng frowned, wondering how this girl's thoughts had suddenly drifted so far.

"Songsong, can't you tell the difference between sympathy and love?"

Wen Song closed her eyes and shook her head, tears streaming down her face again. "At first, I thought it was responsibility. Later, I even thought it was love. But now, I really can't tell the difference..."

Faced with Wen Song's crumbling beliefs, Lu Zhiheng felt nothing but heartache.

He gently lifted Wen Song's chin, forcing her to look up. "Song Song, look at me."

His dark eyes held a calming power as he said, "Do you remember the question you asked me before? If Miaomiao's mother hadn't been you, but someone else, would I have treated that person this well?"

Wen Song remembered it perfectly, even repeating Lu Zhiheng's answer word for word. She sobbed, "You said there are no 'what ifs' in this world, because I am Miaomiao's mother."

Lu Zhiheng gently stroked Wen Song's cheek with his thumb. "That was just the most appropriate answer in that situation. The real answer is, no."

His expression was serious and solemn. "In this world, I will only be this good to Wen Song. It has never had anything to do with whether you are Wen Miaomiao's mother or not."

Wen Song blinked her teary eyes, her voice low and soft, with a heavy nasal tone, "Why?"

"Because a long time ago, I fell in love with a girl named Wen Song."

Lu Zhiheng gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his thumb.

"At that time, you hadn't completely moved on from your relationship with Zhou Shijing."

"This is the first time in my life I've liked a girl so much, but that girl happens to be my nephew's former fiancée."

"It hurts me to hear you call me 'little uncle' over and over again, but I've never dared to express my feelings because of societal norms and etiquette."

"I also forced myself to quit, to stay away from you, and not to get any deeper into this mess. But later, I realized that relationships aren't a transaction; you can't just call it quits and end it cleanly."

"It's deep in my heart, like a thorn that has taken root, constantly growing and sprouting new branches."

"It wasn't until later, when Wen Miaomiao fainted and was hospitalized, that she woke up and told me the whole truth, begging me to cooperate with her and act in the play together."

"But Songsong, I never intended to act with her. I didn't even have time to slowly plot against you. I just wanted to hold on to you and never let go until you knew the whole truth."

Wen Song lacked love and security, so he laid bare all the love in his heart to her without reservation.

He cupped her cheeks in his hands, his forehead gently touching hers. "Songsong, don't deny yourself, and don't deny the feelings between us. You are wonderful, and you deserve my wholehearted devotion."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

A surge of emotion welled up in Wen Song's heart, like layers upon layers of waves crashing against his chest.

She never expected to receive such a sincere confession from Lu Zhiheng under such circumstances.

Even more unbelievable, it turns out that Lu Zhiheng had already started liking her a long time ago.

Those sweet moments, every detail of his doting on her, flashed through her mind frame by frame.

Yes, acting skills can deceive, but the eyes cannot.

She let out a soft sob, her cheek gently cradled by Lu Zhiheng's hand, her lips slightly pursed, her voice trembling with intermittent tears: "Lu Zhiheng, I like you so much, I really like you so much."

After the New Year, Wen Song and Lu Zhiheng's work got back on track.

With the insistence of Mrs. Lu, the couple's wedding was officially put on the agenda.

The wedding date was set for a sunny, clear spring day.

Because she grew up in the Zhou family, Wen Song ultimately chose to get married here.

Lu Yun treated her like a daughter getting married, taking care of everything, big and small, with meticulous attention to detail.

The huge Zhou family villa was decorated with flowers and festive ornaments from top to bottom, exuding a lively and joyous atmosphere.

Zhou Shijing is said to have gone abroad for a competition, thus perfectly avoiding the wedding.

As the wedding day approached, Wen Song, dressed in a bright red Xiuhe dress, sat upright on the edge of the bed, her fingertips gently clutching a neatly folded letter, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Miaomiao, I'm marrying Lu Zhiheng today.

She silently recited it in her heart.

After reading that letter at Lu Zhiheng's house that day, Wen Song never had the courage to open it a second time.

At this moment, she unfolded the letter again and read through Wen Miaomiao's letter to her word by word.

This is the road to happiness that Wen Miaomiao paved for her with her own hands, and she wants her to walk it with her.

However, when she reached the end of the letter, she noticed a line of tiny print in the bottom right corner: "Mom, there's a surprise on the back of the letter!"

What lies behind the letter?

Wen Song suspiciously folded the letter over and, sure enough, saw that there was a piece of text left on the back.

"I have an incredibly awesome and incredibly handsome great-uncle."

"He is always very busy. Besides frequently appearing in major financial news, I only see him in person on his birthday each year."

"He looks very serious and rarely smiles, but every time his gaze falls on me, a layer of tenderness always fills his eyes, as if he is looking at someone else through me."

"Grandma said he loves me very much because he prepares different birthday gifts for me every year. Sometimes it's a limited edition figurine, sometimes it's a little dress covered in pearls and lace, sometimes it's a crown jewelry box studded with diamonds..."

"But without exception, he would bring a bouquet of white lisianthus. After celebrating my birthday, when we went to the cemetery to pay our respects to my mother, he would gently place that bouquet of white and green flowers in front of the tombstone."

"I think if there is anyone in this world who misses my mother as much as I do, it must be him."

"My 45-year-old great-uncle's career is booming, but he is still single. When interviewed, he was asked why he has always been alone. He replied that he once had a love in his heart, but due to many concerns, he ultimately missed the opportunity. When asked if he had any regrets, he said that he was willing to exchange his lifelong integrity for the chance to marry the one he loves in the next life."

By this time, Wen Song's vision had become completely blurred.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted downstairs: the roar of car engines mingled with the booming of celebratory cannons, and the cheerful shouts of children rose and fell: "Oh, the groom is here to pick up the bride!"

Wen Song slowly raised her eyes and saw Lu Zhiheng wearing an exquisitely tailored Chinese dress, holding a bouquet of flowers, walking slowly towards her surrounded by people.

At this moment, the world seemed to slow down, all the surrounding sounds quietly receded, and the two people's eyes met in mid-air, locked in a tight embrace.

She heard his voice clearly, gentle yet utterly resolute, each word resonating deep within her heart. He said, "Songsong, I've come to marry you."

—The End