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

Wen Song is indeed very sensitive to desserts. No matter what kind of dessert it is, as long as she tastes it, she can basically tell you about the ingredients and general method.

But now that Wen Miaomiao has said it, it sounds like she's exaggerating and making empty boasts.

Her cheeks flushed, and she whispered in defense of herself, "I wasn't bragging. You'll know once you taste it."

Lu Zhiheng looked at her quietly, a faint hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He increasingly felt that the girl was gentle, timid, and exceptionally shy.

It was as if there was a hidden switch on her body that could be activated at the slightest touch; a single word or glance was enough to instantly warm her cheeks and bring a light blush to them.

I will not make judgments before I have personally verified them.

Lu Zhiheng spoke in a deep, calm voice, "But perhaps some people are indeed exceptionally talented in certain areas, and we cannot generalize using conventional thinking."

Wen Song was slightly taken aback, never expecting Lu Zhiheng to speak up for her and elevate her insignificant little skill to the level of "extraordinary talent".

Wen Miaomiao naturally sensed the bias in Lu Zhiheng's words and casually said, "Then, Uncle, shall we make a bet? I bet that Sister Songsong can't replicate the dessert exactly, and you bet that she can. The wager is that the loser treats everyone to dinner."

How could Lu Zhiheng possibly gamble with a teenage girl? "No need to gamble. Whenever you want to eat, just tell Wen Song and have her contact me."

"You keep your word! Sister Songsong, quickly add your uncle on WeChat."

Even the slow-witted Wen Song finally understood Wen Miaomiao's little scheme to bring her and Lu Zhiheng together.

She wanted to remind Wen Miaomiao of the disastrous experience Zhong Man had when she asked Lu Zhiheng for his contact information last time, but before she could find a chance to speak, Lu Zhiheng had already brought up WeChat and gently pushed it in front of her.

Two low, concise words fell into my ears: "Add it."

Wen Song was completely stunned and couldn't react at all. She blankly completed the friend addition with Lu Zhiheng.

Wen Miaomiao helped him succeed. He ordered a casual meal, then excused himself to go to the restroom and slipped downstairs to the arcade.

Wen Song had never dined alone with Lu Zhiheng before. It would be impolite not to speak, but she didn't know what to talk about if she did, so she just kept eating with her head down.

Lu Zhiheng watched as the girl ate one bite after another, her cheeks bulging out, just like the little goldfish he had seen in his friend's fish tank.

"Aren't you afraid of indigestion if you eat so fast?"

Wen Song felt a bit indigestion and awkwardly swallowed the food in her mouth. "It's a little choking."

Lu Zhiheng remembered that he had reminded Wen Song last time, but now it seemed that it had no effect at all.

After a moment of silence, he pushed a glass of juice in front of Wen Song. "Wen Song, if you're still afraid of me because of what happened eight years ago, you don't need to."

He carefully chose his words, his tone calm and frank: "There were reasons why I was strict with you back then. Others may not know, but you should understand."

Wen Song was surprised that Lu Zhiheng would openly talk to her about that incident from back then. She looked up at him in surprise, then quickly lowered her head again.

"I know, Uncle."

She clutched the hem of her dress. "I will try my best to restrain myself in the future."

Lu Zhiheng nodded, acknowledging that resolving inner conflicts is something that cannot be rushed.

He subtly changed the subject, "Shi Jing will be discharged tomorrow, right?"

Wen Song nodded. She no longer felt happy about Zhou Shijing's discharge from the hospital; instead, she felt nervous. She was nervous about Zhou Shijing's attitude towards her and whether the two of them could get along as before.

Lu Zhiheng was adept at seeing through people's hearts; he could see through Wen Song's anxiety and entanglement with just one glance.

I can't say much more, but I can only stand in the position of an elder and try my best to be impartial. "Don't worry, just treat him the same way you did before. If he acts up again, tell your Aunt Yun. If your Aunt Yun can't handle him either, then come directly to me."

Wen Song's heart skipped a beat, and a dense, bittersweet feeling welled up in her eyes. Even though she knew that Lu Zhiheng was just casually comforting her, and even though she knew in her heart that Lu Zhiheng was actually Zhou Shijing's uncle, and that if she and Zhou Shijing were to completely separate one day, Lu Zhiheng would definitely stand on Zhou Shijing's side without hesitation.

At this moment, Wen Song was extremely grateful to Lu Zhiheng for being willing to support her, giving her a moment's reassurance to vent her grievances.

When they found Wen Miaomiao at the arcade, she was riding a motorcycle, weaving left and right.

His striking good looks, combined with his cool driving skills, attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Wen Song didn't go over to disturb her, and waited until the game was over before going up to call her.

Wen Miaomiao got out of the car, still seemingly unsatisfied, and asked casually with a hint of mischievous amusement, "So, any progress?"

Wen Song understood what she meant and shook her head. "Miao Miao, no matter what happens in the future, he is just Zhou Shijing's uncle to me now. I truly respect him as an elder. So, don't do anything inappropriate on your own in the future."

"Inappropriate timing? Without my help, you probably wouldn't even have Lu Zhiheng's contact information by now, would you?"

Wen Miaomiao's expression changed quickly. She sneered, "Wen Song, what kind of bewitching potion did Zhou Shijing give you that you're so fixated on him?"

"Zhou Shijing is not a crooked tree!"

Wen Song retorted instinctively, "He's the best person in the world to me!"

Wen Song and Zhou Shijing have known each other for eight years. Their sincerity over those eight years was genuine. During countless dark and gloomy days, he accompanied her every day, leading her step by step into the sunlight.

This was the second argument between Wen Miaomiao and Wen Song after Wen Miaomiao cut up the pants Zhou Shijing had given her. The argument ended with Wen Miaomiao slamming the bedroom door shut without saying a word, leaving Wen Song locked in the living room.

Wen Song didn't know what she had done wrong. She was just protecting someone who had been genuinely good to her, even if one day they parted ways, even if one day they would become strangers.

She sat blankly in the living room for a long time. After her emotions gradually calmed down, she went over and knocked on Wen Miaomiao's door. "Miaomiao, I'm leaving. I've ordered food for you at a nearby restaurant. Someone will deliver it to you on time every day. I've put some cash on the coffee table, and there's also a new cell phone. Just call me if you need anything."

There was no response from inside the room for a long time. Wen Song knew that Wen Miaomiao was not asleep; she simply didn't want to talk to her.

Wen Song pursed her lips in frustration. "After Zhou Shijing is discharged from the hospital, I will move out of the Zhou family home. Take good care of yourself these next few days, and don't open the door to strangers when you're home alone."