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

After a moment, Wen Song's emotions finally calmed down a bit. She used the act of drying her hair to quietly wipe away the tear stains on her cheeks.

Lu Zhiheng, who was standing next to her, then quietly instructed the driver to take her home first.

"Not going to Xinglan Bay!"

Wen Song said urgently, "Uncle, please take me to A University."

She knew Lu Yun would see her like this when she got back, and might even interrogate her about everything. But right now, she was in a state of confusion and didn't want to talk to anyone about what happened tonight.

In the dimly lit carriage, Lu Zhiheng met the girl's red, pleading eyes. After a few seconds, he glanced at his watch and said, "At this hour, the school dormitories should already be closed, right?"

Wen Song hadn't expected him to consider such a detailed issue. He lowered his gaze slightly and said, "I have a classmate who lives in an apartment near University A. I'd like to stay at her place for one night."

Wen Song was worried that Lu Zhiheng would continue to press for the reason, but fortunately, he did not. He simply looked away and said, "Give the apartment address to the driver, and I'll take you there directly."

The car quickly arrived at the apartment building. Wen Song thanked him again and was about to get out of the car when Lu Zhiheng called her back.

"Congratulations, umbrella."

Lu Zhiheng handed the black umbrella to Wen Song, saying, "When you get to your classmate's place, remember to send a message to your Aunt Yun so she won't worry."

Wen Song responded softly, "I know, I will."

The car door closed, and the girl was no longer in the silent car, leaving only some slightly damp air.

Lu Zhiheng closed his eyes again, feigning sleep, but the scene reflected in the car window kept replaying in his mind—

The girl's eyes were lowered, and a stream of tears flowed continuously from her thick eyelashes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

But she didn't make a sound from beginning to end. Occasionally, she couldn't help but twitch her shoulders slightly, but she quickly suppressed it again.

Lu Zhiheng was surrounded by young ladies from aristocratic families who had been pampered by their families since childhood. Although these girls were well-mannered, they were always free-spirited and frank. They would speak their minds when they were unhappy and cry loudly when they were wronged. They never had to be so restrained and stoic, and they would even try their best to hide their tears.

Pinching his brow bone, Lu Zhiheng closed his eyes and instructed, "Congratulations. Go and find out who Zhou Shijing was with at the club today, and whether anything happened during that time."

"Yes, Mr. Lu."

Wen Song held up his umbrella and stood by the roadside watching the Maybach leave before turning around and walking into the apartment.

She thought that Wen Miaomiao must have been asleep by now, but when she opened the door, Wen Miaomiao was lying on the sofa playing games.

Hearing the noise, Wen Miaomiao briefly lifted her eyelids. Still holding a grudge from last night and not wanting to talk to Wen Song, she narrowed her lazy eyes slightly when she saw Wen Song's wet appearance. "Oh, what's with your look? Did Zhou Shijing kick you out of the Zhou family in the middle of the night?"

Ignoring Wen Miaomiao's gloating, Wen Song went straight to another room. "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to take a shower first."

When she went shopping last time, she bought some daily necessities for herself and kept them here for future use.

As the dense jets of water fell from above, Wen Song's icy body gradually regained some feeling.

She closed her eyes, letting the hot water wash over her entire body.

In her mind's eye was the scene in the private room where Zhou Shijing was embracing the curly-haired woman, looking at her with disgust and saying that she was haunting her. Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, just a door away, Wen Miaomiao's sarcastic remarks were also creeping into her ears.

"I mean, could I have guessed right? You really got kicked out by Zhou Shijing?"

"I even argued with my own daughter about him last night. Now that I think about it, don't I feel incredibly stupid?"

"I advise you to quickly abandon the darkness and embrace the light. The rich, handsome, and charming Lu Zhiheng is waiting for you to fall into his arms."

As Wen Miaomiao was speaking enthusiastically, the bathroom door was pulled open from the inside, and Wen Song appeared in front of her with a deathly pale face.

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

Her bedding wasn't ready yet; there was only a bare mattress in the room.

Wen Miaomiao originally wanted to say a few more sarcastic remarks, but seeing Wen Song's miserable appearance, as if she was about to faint, she shut up. "Go to sleep then. You rented this house, how could I refuse?"

After saying that, she walked out while muttering impatiently, "Could you please take a packet of cold medicine before bed to prevent it? Your face is as white as a ghost."

Perhaps the cold medicine contained sleep-inducing ingredients, because Wen Song fell asleep soon after lying down on the bed, but kept having all sorts of dreams.

Sometimes she dreamt of the time when she first arrived at the Zhou family, and because she was too introverted and quiet, Zhou Shijing would come over every day with various small toys to coax her; sometimes she dreamt of her eighteenth birthday party, where Zhou Shijing held her hand and said he would take care of her for the rest of his life; sometimes she dreamt of the time Zhou Shijing won the racing championship, excitedly hugging her and spinning her around; and finally, she dreamt of standing alone in the rain, her vision blurred as she watched the silver-gray sports car disappear before her eyes…

The icy rain poured down on her, chilling her from the inside out, and in an instant, it pulled her back to the Lu family pond from when she was twelve years old.

This time, no one came to her rescue. Her body sank deeper and deeper, her consciousness slowly fading. Before the last glimmer of light disappeared above the water, she heard someone calling her name repeatedly, "Wen Song? Wen Song? Wake up! Wake up quickly!"

Like a fish that had been stranded for a long time regaining oxygen, Wen Song suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

Before her was Wen Miaomiao's suddenly enlarged face, her gray-blue hair piled messily on top of her head, and she was frowning as she gently patted her cheek.

Seeing that she was awake, Wen Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, but then her impatient tone returned, "I knew you wouldn't give me a break. Miss Wen, you have a fever of 39.7 degrees Celsius. Get up quickly and go to the hospital for an IV drip."

Wen Song felt weak all over and had no strength at all. She raised a finger and said, "There are fever reducers in the first-aid kit. Just give them to me."

"I've already given it to you once before; this medicine won't work if you take it repeatedly."

After saying that, Wen Miaomiao got up, grabbed a set of clothes and changed, then turned back and helped Wen Song up from the bed, hurriedly helping her to put on her clothes.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Wrapped up tightly, Wen Song was half-supported and half-carried by Wen Miaomiao as they staggered to the hospital's emergency room.

After a series of examinations, the doctor diagnosed it as a severe cold caused by getting caught in the rain and chilled, prescribed medication, and arranged for an intravenous infusion.

Wen Song slumped back in the IV chair, watching Wen Miaomiao, with a sour face, go back and forth to pay for her and get her medicine. Finally, after the nurse successfully inserted the needle, she plopped down next to her. "It's the middle of the night, she's really making things difficult for me."

Wen Song pursed her lips and looked weakly at Wen Miaomiao, "I'm sorry, and thank you. I will be good to you in the future."

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "If you really want to be good to me, then hurry up and dump that scumbag Zhou Shijing."

Wen Song lowered her eyes, her slightly reddened eyes drooping downwards, making her look especially innocent. "I don't need to dump him, he already doesn't want me anymore."