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

Wen Miaomiao attributed her cuteness to her bright pink hair, so when she came out of the hair salon, her bright pink hair had been replaced by a bluish-gray color.

Because Wen Miaomiao has fair skin and delicate features, even flamboyant colors don't look out of place on her. Instead, she looks as beautiful as a girl who stepped out of a comic book.

Wen Song praised sincerely, "Miaomiao, you are so beautiful."

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "Are you indirectly praising yourself?"

Wen Miaomiao was self-aware enough to know that a large part of her appearance came from the woman in front of her.

In a parallel universe, everyone who has seen her, when their gaze falls upon her, is actually looking at Wen Song through that similar face.

Wen Song spent two days settling things with the apartment. It was a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment, not very big, but the apartment was clean and well-furnished, so there was no need for any extra tidying or furnishing.

After everything was sorted out, she took advantage of the holiday to take Wen Miaomiao to the mall to buy new clothes.

Throughout the entire process, Wen Miaomiao leisurely strolled around, leaving the task of picking out clothes entirely to Wen Song, giving a perfectly reasonable explanation so that she could experience what it's like to be a mother in advance.

She disliked all the styles that Wen Song had carefully selected for her, either complaining that the colors were too plain and dull, or saying that the designs were ordinary and had no highlights.

After shopping for two whole hours, Wen Song's legs were aching, and she managed to buy two or three sets of clothes.

She was starting to have doubts. "Miaomiao, are you sure all those clothes you wore before were picked out by me?"

She couldn't believe that more than a decade later, her vision would become so bold and avant-garde, dressing her daughter in such a flamboyant and individualistic way.

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "Nonsense, it's obvious that's impossible. I picked them all myself."

"You chose this yourself? Don't I care much about your future?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Wen Miaomiao's lazy eyes, but she quickly looked away without making a sound and replied casually, "Yes, I'm always traveling with my husband, I don't have time to pay attention to me."

Do you travel with your husband every day?

Was her married life with Lu Zhiheng really like that?

Because her parents neglected to spend time with her and there was no one to supervise her, Wen Miaomiao's rebellious and flamboyant way of dressing and behaving became the result.

While Wen Song was still in a daze, Wen Miaomiao's gaze suddenly fixed on a certain spot, and she gestured to Wen Song with great interest, "Look, your husband!"

Husband?

When Wen Song first heard this title, his heart skipped a beat. He paused for a moment before looking up in the direction Wen Miaomiao was looking.

In the bustling lobby of the shopping mall, a man was leading a group of senior executives on an inspection of the premises. He wore a well-tailored black suit, his posture was upright and dignified, and his unsmiling demeanor gave him an exceptionally cold and imposing aura.

Using the crowd as cover, Wen Song nervously yet boldly cast her gaze at the man's face for the first time.

She was actually subconsciously comparing Lu Zhiheng's and Wen Miaomiao's facial features.

Unexpectedly, this focused and attentive gaze presented a different kind of scenery in Wen Miaomiao's eyes.

"How about it? Isn't it super cool and stylish?"

Wen Miaomiao nudged Wen Song's shoulder and teased him.

As if burned by fire, Wen Song immediately and hastily averted his gaze. "I was just looking to see if you looked like him."

Wen Miaomiao didn't follow up on her words, but continued to say to herself, "Men with status and position like this are much more appealing than Zhou Shijing, that perpetually immature brat."

Wen Song never compared Lu Zhiheng and Zhou Shijing. Firstly, the two were completely different to her; one was her childhood sweetheart who had grown up with her, while the other was an elder of a vastly different generation. Secondly, their careers and personalities were worlds apart, so there was no reason to compare them.

But as if by some strange twist of fate, she looked up again. At that moment, as if sensing something, the man who had been walking slowly through the crowd suddenly stopped. At the same time, his usually indifferent and cold eyes, as if they were real, pierced through the crowd and locked onto her with perfect precision.

"Oops, I got caught peeping."

Wen Miaomiao wore a gloating expression, "Miss Wen, why don't you go over and say hello to your future husband?"

Before Wen Song could refuse, Wen Miaomiao curled her lips and grabbed Wen Song's hand, leading him towards the man.

"Hey! Wen Miaomiao! He's working, let's not disturb him!"

The more Wen Song resisted with fear, the more excited Wen Miaomiao became.

"Meeting is fate. If you don't greet your elders, people will say you're impolite."

Lu Zhiheng watched from afar as Wen Song was pulled toward him by the blue-haired girl.

He raised his hand to signal the marketing manager beside him to stop the report, until Wen Song was pulled so hard that she stumbled and stopped in front of him, her cheeks flushed as she called out, "Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng gave a faint "hmm," his gaze sweeping over the arrogant and flamboyant girl beside her, and asked in a flat tone, "Out shopping with friends?"

The girl looked quite young and couldn't possibly be Wen Song's classmate, but since they were holding hands and both carrying shopping bags from the same brand, he tentatively categorized their relationship as friends.

Before Wen Song could explain, Wen Miaomiao introduced herself, "Uncle, I'm Songsong's classmate's younger sister."

Wen Song's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Fortunately, Wen Miaomiao didn't act impulsively and immediately called Lu Zhiheng "Dad".

Lu Zhiheng was slightly surprised by this girl who was so familiar with him and addressed him more naturally than Wen Song did on their first meeting.

Upon closer reflection, Wen Song's criteria for choosing friends seems to have always been quite unique. The last time, the Zhong family's younger sister asked him for his contact information on the first meeting.

"We're just about to go eat, would you like to come along, Uncle?"

Wen Song's heart, which had just settled down, jumped again. She felt that Wen Miaomiao was a human bomb, and she didn't know when she would suddenly explode.

And she was that pitiful cannon fodder.

She looked at the man who hesitated for a second, like a startled bird, and at the group of respectfully waiting subordinates behind him, and hurriedly tried to cover it up, "Uncle, I know you're busy with work. If you don't have time, next time..."

"It's alright, it's almost lunchtime anyway."

Lu Zhiheng glanced at his watch, then turned to his assistant and instructed, "Congratulations. Arrange for everyone to have lunch first. The rest of the report will be held in the conference room at 2 PM."

Congratulations on accepting the mission. He then led a group of senior executives and left first.

Lu Zhiheng then looked at Wen Song and the other person again, "Let's go, what do you want to eat? It's on me."

Inside a very stylish Western restaurant.

Wen Song and Wen Miaomiao sat on one side, while Lu Zhiheng sat upright opposite them.

After the three of them ordered their food, while waiting for it to be served, the restaurant manager quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Lu Zhiheng, and said, "We were unaware of Mr. Lu's presence. We should have reserved a private room for you in advance."

Lu Zhiheng nodded slightly, "It's alright, the younger members of the family suggested coming over for a meal at the last minute."

The manager, quick-witted, glanced at the two girls at the table and immediately smiled, saying, "Our shop has launched a new specialty dessert that has received excellent reviews. I'll give the two girls a free serving to try later."

Lu Zhiheng accepted the offer readily, saying, "Thank you."

After the manager left, the waiter quickly brought the dessert. Wen Miaomiao took a couple of bites, then raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Hmm, it's really good."

Seeing that she was enjoying the food, Wen Song also took a spoonful and savored it. After a moment, he smiled and said softly, "I can make this too. I'll make it for you when we get home."

Wen Miaomiao was somewhat skeptical. "The restaurant hired a pastry chef at a high salary, and they went to great lengths to develop this new product. Sister Songsong, you only tasted it once and you say you can make the exact same thing? I don't believe that at all. Uncle, do you believe it?"