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

Perhaps because Lu Zhiheng mentioned the events of that year during the day, Wen Song had a dream that night in which she returned to the year she was twelve years old.

At that time, she had just experienced the death of her father and was taken back to the Zhou family by Zhou Yongqian and his wife.

The sudden death of her loved ones and the completely unfamiliar living environment made her increasingly silent and introverted, rarely speaking a word all day.

That day, Zhou Shijing was going to visit the elders at the Lu family home. Worried that Wen Song would be lonely at home alone, he took her with him.

The Lu family mansion was spacious and secluded. While Zhou Shijing was chatting and laughing with the two elderly people in the front hall, Wen Song was attracted by a snow-white puppy and ran out after it.

The puppy ran very fast. When Wen Song caught up with it, it was lying by a lotus pond, stretching its head out as if to lick the water in the pond.

Wen Song quickly went over and hugged it, coaxing it gently, "Little puppy, the pool is dangerous. You'll die if you fall in."

After Wen Song finished speaking, he suddenly paused for a moment, and then his eyes involuntarily looked towards the water.

It was the height of summer, and the pond was covered with lotus leaves of all sizes, all emerald green.

A strange pull arose in her heart, and as if possessed, she lifted one foot and gently stepped onto the broad lotus leaf.

The thin, delicate leaves couldn't support the weight and swayed gently, but the inexplicable allure grew stronger, driving her to increase the force.

Just as half his body was tilting towards the water, a cold, sharp shout suddenly rang out from behind him, "What are you doing!"

Wen Song was startled and froze. When she came to her senses, she tried to pull her foot back, but in her panic, she lost control and fell into the water.

With a "plop," she suddenly sank into the icy water. Immediately afterward, the fishy-smelling pool water rushed into her mouth and nose, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her arm and lifted her out of the pool.

"Cough cough..."

She slumped helplessly onto the wet flagstone floor, coughing violently uncontrollably. Lu Zhiheng's white shirt was completely soaked, his face terrifyingly grim. "If you're so determined to die, find somewhere else. Don't cause trouble at the Lu family pond!"

Wen Song's eyes were red, whether from the cold water or from being frightened, it was hard to tell. She shook her head tremblingly and whispered in protest, "No, no, I didn't mean to die."

"You better not be!"

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyes to stare at the trembling, disheveled girl, his tone cold and hard, each word carrying a threatening edge, "Otherwise, you will become a drowned ghost, your body will be bloated and devoured by fish and shrimp, and your soul will be forever imprisoned in this pond, never to escape!"

The corpse will be bloated and devoured by fish and shrimp, and the soul will be imprisoned, never to escape.

These words were terrifying to Wen Song, who was only twelve years old at the time.

So, when Zhou Shijing heard the commotion and rushed over, little Wen Song was sitting on the ground, sobbing softly.

Before he could even ask what had happened, Lu Zhiheng's reprimand had already been directed at him.

"Bringing her here means taking responsibility for her. If anything happens, it'll be too late to regret it!"

Zhou Shijing was inexplicably scolded. Only after seeing the mess by the pond did he realize the seriousness of the situation. He glanced at Wen Song's soaking wet clothes and asked anxiously, "Songsong, did you fall into the pond?"

Wen Song nodded, then looked timidly at Lu Zhiheng with teary eyes. "I accidentally fell in while chasing a puppy, Shi Jing-ge, I'm sorry..."

That day, Lu Zhiheng did not expose Wen Song's lie, and the events of that day tacitly became a secret buried deep in their hearts.

That's why Lu Zhiheng said in the restaurant, "Others may not know, but you should understand in your heart."

Wen Song understood, of course. Zhou Shijing only saw Lu Zhiheng making her cry, but he didn't know that if it weren't for Lu Zhiheng, Wen Song might not exist in this world.

Wen Song got up especially early that day. Knowing that Zhou Shijing was going home for lunch, she went into the kitchen to help Aunt Tian.

They were busy until almost noon when the sound of a car engine finally came from the doorway.

Wen Song took off her apron and ran to the door to greet them, but apart from Zhou Yongqian and his wife, Zhou Shijing was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Yun looked at Wen Song with some apology in her eyes, "Songsong, have you been waiting long? Shi Jing has already gotten in the car. His friend suddenly called him and invited him out to dinner."

Wen Song's tense body suddenly slumped down, and a sense of loss gradually spread in her heart. "It's okay, he's just going out to have dinner with friends. It's not like he's not coming back."

However, Zhou Shijing unusually did not return home that night. When Lu Yun called him the next day in front of Wen Song to ask about it, she only got the answer that he was "tired of playing with friends and just booked a hotel room for the night."

Why would she rather stay in a hotel than go home? The reason is obvious to Wen Song, even without Zhou Shijing explaining it.

Throughout the day, Wen Song seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"Sister Songsong?"

Suddenly someone patted her shoulder, and Wen Song snapped back to reality. She turned around and saw that it was Zhong Man.

"Sister Songsong, what's wrong with you? I called you from behind so many times but you didn't hear me."

Wen Song forced a smile. "Sorry, I was just lost in thought."

Zhong Man then noticed that Wen Song's face was unusually pale. She frowned and asked, "Sister Song, are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?"

"I don't feel unwell, I probably didn't sleep well last night."

After saying that, Wen Song thought of something and looked at Zhong Man, "Manman, can you ask Zhong Ze if Shi Jing is with him?"

Zhong Man exclaimed "Eh?" with a surprised expression, "Has Shi Jing been discharged from the hospital?"

"He was discharged from the hospital yesterday morning, but he's been out the whole time and hasn't gone home."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Man roughly understood what was going on. She sighed and said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my brother right now."

Zhong Man was clever; instead of directly asking about Zhou Shijing, she subtly inquired about where they were playing today.

After obtaining the specific address, Zhong Man took Wen Song directly there.

It was at a private club where their group often hung out. When Wen Song followed Zhong Man into the room, there were men and women laughing and playing around, creating a very lively atmosphere.

Wen Song immediately spotted Zhou Shijing sitting in the middle of the sofa.

He leaned back lazily on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, while a curly-haired beauty was pressed close to him, whispering and laughing in his ear.

Unsure what amusing remark the other person made, Zhou Shijing's lips curled into a frivolous smile as he exhaled all the smoke he had just inhaled onto the woman's face.

The woman showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, she playfully scolded him with a coquettish laugh, "You're so annoying!" and gently punched Zhou Shijing's open-collared chest with her soft little fist.

Wen Song had never seen Zhou Shijing like this before, so unrestrained, frivolous, and dissolute.

He used to frequent such noisy and bustling places, but he always had a strong sense of propriety and was extremely self-disciplined, never allowing any other woman besides her to get close to him.

Someone once joked with Zhou Shijing in front of her, saying that he would be completely dominated by Wen Song for the rest of his life.

Wen Song still clearly remembers Zhou Shijing's reply. His arm was loosely draped over the back of the chair behind her, a smirk playing on his lips, looking rather roguish. "I'm happy, I'm willing, what's it to you?"

And now…

Wen Song was standing there, lost in thought, when someone in the private room, with sharp eyes, called out, "Hey, Manman, Little Sister Wen, what brings you here?"