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

Upon hearing this, everyone else in the private room turned to look at the door, including Zhou Shijing, who had a cigarette in his mouth. Through a thin layer of smoke, he met Wen Song's gaze in the air.

"Who is this?"

The woman next to him smiled and asked, "You look so well-behaved, you must still be a student, right?"

"I don't know him."

After Zhou Shijing finished speaking, he looked away expressionlessly.

"What do you mean you don't recognize me?"

Zhong Man couldn't help but step forward, "Shi Jing, it's okay if you've temporarily forgotten about Wen Song, but how could you cheat on her with other women?"

She pointed to Wen Song standing in the doorway, "She's your fiancée!"

Zhou Shijing chuckled roguishly, his tone casual, "You said yourself it's your fiancée, but we're not married yet, are we?"

"That's because you were in a car accident, otherwise..."

"Manman!"

Zhong Ze was surprised that Zhong Man would suddenly bring Wen Song over, and even more surprised that a woman had stuck to Zhou Shijing's side in the short time he was not paying attention.

He was worried that Zhong Man would make things worse if she continued talking, so he quickly stopped her and at the same time gave a wink, signaling the woman next to Zhou Shijing to leave immediately.

The woman wasn't stupid. Seeing that things were going wrong, she got up to leave, but as soon as she lifted her buttocks, Zhou Shijing hooked her shoulder and pressed her back into place.

Why are you running away? Stay here and keep me company.

That short sentence froze everyone present, even Zhong Ze felt a chill in his heart.

They were all aware of Wen Song's engagement to Zhou Shijing, and had witnessed countless times how Zhou Shijing doted on Wen Song.

What is Zhou Shijing trying to do?

This isn't amnesia, is it? Are you sure it's not insanity?

After a brief moment of shock, all eyes turned to Wen Song, who was standing at the door.

The girl was slender and stood quietly and stubbornly in place.

Those sympathetic, pitying, and regretful gazes were like sharp blades piercing Wen Song's body.

Zhong Ze couldn't bear it any longer and took the initiative to invite Wen Song in, "Little Sister Wen, please come in and sit down."

But the knife that truly pierced Wen Song's heart, causing her unbearable pain and difficulty breathing, was handed to her by Zhou Shijing himself.

He tossed the cigarette butt into his glass in utter frustration. "I leave as soon as she comes! Isn't that annoying? She's like a ghost that won't leave me alone all day long."

Wen Song's eyes almost instantly turned a thin layer of red.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. The sharp, piercing pain was enough to keep her shaky mind afloat.

She heard her own voice, soft and trembling slightly, "I'm not going in. Can you come out for a moment? I have a few words to say to you, and then I'll leave."

Zhou Shijing didn't even spare her a glance, coldly and firmly rejecting her, "I have nothing to say to you, and I have no time to listen to your reminiscing about the past."

Wen Song, who is usually a very gentle and compliant person, was unusually stubborn today. "I'll be in the lobby of the club and wait for you until you arrive."

After Wen Song finished speaking, he nodded slightly to the rest of the people in the private room, then silently turned and left.

When they reached the elevator, Zhong Man chased after them, her cheeks puffed out, and she spoke in a tone of indignation on behalf of Wen Song, "Sister Song, what else do you have to say to Brother Shi Jing? He just treated you like that."

Wen Song lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on his toes. "In any case, some things need to be said face to face."

I want to ask him why he suddenly started to hate her so much?

She wanted to tell him that there was absolutely no need for her to avoid him and stay away from her home; it was his home, and she was about to move out.

Zhong Man was furious. She was angry at Zhou Shijing's fickleness and Wen Song's cowardice and inaction. If she were Wen Song in that situation, she would have rushed in and slapped Zhou Shijing a few times.

But seeing Wen Song's distraught appearance, Zhong Man's anger instantly dissipated, leaving only deep worry. "But he made it clear in the private room that he wouldn't come down to see you at all."

Just then, the elevator dinged and the doors slowly slid open. Wen Song froze for a second before stepping inside. "It's alright, he won't stay overnight at the club."

Wen Song rarely acted so stubbornly. She refused Zhong Man's offer to keep her company and sat alone on the sofa in the lobby area to wait.

Tea was changed cup after cup, and guests left in waves, but Zhou Shijing was nowhere to be seen.

It started raining heavily outside sometime earlier. In the hazy mist, a flashy silver sports car cut through the rain and sped away without a second thought.

Wen Song recognized the car at a glance and instinctively got up and chased after it.

"Shi Jing! Zhou Shi Jing!"

She ran very fast, and the heavy rain couldn't stop her.

She only stopped, disheveled and desperate, after the sports car rounded a bend and completely disappeared from her sight.

Her dress was completely soaked, and strands of her hair clung to her cheeks. Cars kept passing by, casting curious glances at her.

But Wen Song didn't care at all; everything she cared about abandoned her one by one...

Twenty-year-old Wen Song was abandoned once again.

Lu Zhiheng had just finished a social engagement and was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, resting, when the driver suddenly whispered in surprise, "In such heavy rain, why didn't that young girl use an umbrella?"

Since it was none of his business, Lu Zhiheng didn't even lift an eyelid.

Suddenly, the assistant exclaimed, "Oh, Mr. Lu, that young lady looks like your niece!"

Niece?

Lu Zhiheng's thoughts were momentarily confused. After a couple of seconds, a pair of timid, doe-like eyes flashed through his mind.

He frowned and looked up, his gaze passing through the car window and landing on the girl walking alone with her head down in the rain.

She wasn't holding an umbrella, and was soaked to the bone by the heavy rain. Raindrops streamed down her chin, but she was oblivious to it. Her shoulders slumped, like a young animal cruelly abandoned by its owner and left homeless.

Wen Song was walking aimlessly when two blinding headlights suddenly shone on her.

The sudden light made her squint instinctively, and before she could react, the black Maybach had already come to a steady stop beside her.

The passenger door opened, and a tall figure stepped out quickly, holding an umbrella, and walked straight up to her.

"Ms. Wen, please get in the car, Mr. Lu."

"President Lu?"

Wen Song raised her eyes, her wet gaze meeting the deep, calm eyes revealed by the slowly lowering car window in the back seat.

The rain was heavy, and the man's voice was deep. He only said two words, "Get in the car."

Brief and unquestionable.

But it seems he has this ability: no matter what he says, no one dares to question or oppose him.

Wen Song was the same.

She bent down and sat in the car, her body soaked with cold rain. The car's warm air hit her face, and only then did she belatedly realize that her limbs were already frozen stiff and numb.

She was dripping wet, and in a moment, a large dark water stain spread across the leather seat and floor mats. She shrank her shoulders awkwardly and subconsciously moved closer to the door.

A thick, soft cashmere blanket was then handed to him, and Lu Zhiheng's deep voice sounded softly, "Wipe yourself."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Wen Song kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look up at Lu Zhiheng. She took the wool blanket and haphazardly wiped her dripping hair.

The crisp, slightly bitter woody scent entered her nostrils. As she inhaled it, a bitter feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, and her eyes began to sting.

Afraid that Lu Zhiheng would see her embarrassment, she hurriedly turned her head to face the car window.

But at that moment, she was in a state of confusion and completely forgot that the car window at night was like a mirror, which would only reflect her rabbit-like red eyes more clearly, leaving all her suppressed sadness nowhere to hide.