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

Wensong's fever was very recurrent; he often had no symptoms during the day, but developed a high fever that wouldn't subside at night.

She already had a small appetite, and when the food was too strong, she lost her taste in her mouth and ate even less. After three days, she visibly lost a lot of weight.

While having lunch with Wen Miaomiao that day, Lu Yun called her and asked when she was coming home.

That night, when she came to Wen Miaomiao's place, she sent a message to Lu Yun, lying that she was going to stay at a classmate's house for a few days to finish a group project assignment.

Wen Song unconsciously poked at the rice grains in her bowl, remained silent for a moment, and then replied softly, "Aunt Yun, I'll go back this afternoon."

"Okay, I'll ask Aunt Tian to cook a few more of your favorite dishes."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Miaomiao snorted coldly, "I thought you had a high fever and would at least be more clear-headed, if not completely enlightened. But in the end, you still want to go back to the Zhou family after just one phone call."

Wen Song silently put down her chopsticks, her already meager appetite completely gone. "Even if I'm leaving, I should at least go back and tell everyone in person."

She lived in the Zhou family for eight years. During those eight years, everyone in the Zhou family treated her very well, especially Lu Yun. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they treated her like their own daughter.

Wen Miaomiao hadn't expected that Wen Song had already made up her mind. While surprised, she also added with concern, "Then you'd better be firm in your attitude, and don't compromise just because someone says a few soft words to you."

In the afternoon, Wen Song took a taxi back to the Zhou family home.

Aunt Tian was preparing dinner when she heard a noise at the door. She came out with a smile and said, "Songsong is back! Madam specially asked me to make a lot of your favorite dishes today."

Wen Song smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Aunt Tian."

Aunt Tian sensed something was wrong. She looked Wen Song up and down, her brows furrowing deeply. "Oh my, you've only been away from home for two or three days, how come you've lost so much weight?"

Wen Song lowered her eyes slightly, "I have a bit of a cold, I don't have much of an appetite, and I haven't eaten much."

"You silly child, you finally gained some weight, and it's all gone in just a few days."

Aunt Tian sighed, "Then starting today, Aunt Tian will cook more of your favorite dishes, and we'll try our best to gain back the weight we lost."

A slight sour feeling welled up in Wen Song's heart, and she awkwardly looked away. "Aunt Tian, ​​I'll go upstairs first."

Lu Yun was still at the company and wouldn't be back until dinner time, so Wen Song took the opportunity to go back to her room and pack her things.

Over the course of eight years, the once empty guest room has been filled with her various belongings.

A dreamy pink princess bed, covered with various plush toys, a whole wardrobe of clothes, and a desk piled high with books…

Wen Song's gaze swept over the various items, finally settling on the championship medal Zhou Shijing had given her. It was hung in the most prominent position on the bookshelf, and she could see it whenever she sat down at her desk to do her homework.

Wen Song kept everything related to Zhou Shijing, and in the end, all the items she packed were packed into just one suitcase.

When Lu Yun and Zhou Yongqian returned home, Wen Song had just come downstairs. She was wearing a dress that Lu Yun had bought for her not long ago. It had fit her perfectly then, but today it looked noticeably looser around the waist.

Lu Yun noticed it almost immediately and quickly walked up to her. "Songsong, how come you've lost so much weight in just a few days?"

Wen Song used the same excuse he had used to deal with Aunt Tian to explain again.

Lu Yun touched her cheek tenderly, "You've lost weight, your chin is even sharper, there's not a bit of soft flesh left on your face. Don't stay out overnight unless absolutely necessary, it's really worrying."

Wen Song did not respond directly, but smiled and told Lu Yun to go wash her hands and get ready to eat.

Lu Yun patted Wen Song's hand and winked at her, "Just wait a little longer, Shi Jing will be here soon."

Is Zhou Shijing coming back too?

Wen Song was surprised, even though he had clearly expressed his unwillingness to be in the same place as her last time.

Just as Wen Song was considering whether to say goodbye to Zhou Yongqian and his wife before he returned, a loud sports car roared outside the villa.

"Songsong, Shijing is back. Come on, let's go out and greet him."

In a daze, Wen Song was pulled to the door by Lu Yun.

The silver sports car stopped, and Zhou Shijing, wearing a white flight jacket, nimbly opened the door and got out. However, he didn't even glance at Lu Yun and Wen Song who were waiting for him at the door. Instead, he went around to the passenger side and helped a woman out of the car.

As the two walked side by side, Wen Song finally realized that the woman next to Zhou Shijing was the curly-haired beauty from the private room that day.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today; her figure was graceful, her eyes sparkled, and even her hair exuded elegance.

Upon seeing Lu Yun, he greeted her politely and generously, "Hello, Auntie."

From the moment Zhou Shijing helped that woman out of the car, Lu Yun's face darkened. Suppressing her anger, she coldly questioned Zhou Shijing, "Shijing, didn't I tell you today was a family dinner? Why did you bring an outsider home?"

Zhou Shijing stood a few steps away, his expression indifferent, not even glancing at Wen Song out of the corner of his eye. "This is my friend, not an outsider. If you don't welcome her, I can take her away now."

Lu Yun had finally managed to coax Zhou Shijing back, so how could she let him go so easily? She had already mentally given this unfilial son a good beating, but on the surface she still held back. "Alright, come in and eat first."

Zhou Shijing went inside with the woman first, while Lu Yun quietly comforted Wen Song from behind, "Shijing said they're just friends, Songsong, don't overthink it. After that woman leaves, Aunt Yun will give Shijing a good talking-to and tell him not to bring all sorts of random friends home!"

Each person ate the meal with their own thoughts on the matter.

Lu Yun desperately tried to signal Zhou Shijing to serve food to Wen Song and talk to her, but Zhou Shijing seemed not to hear her and was only focused on taking care of the curly-haired woman he had brought.

Enraged, Lu Yun slammed her chopsticks down and said, "Zhou Shijing, serve Songsong a bowl of soup."

Zhou Shijing didn't even look up. "Isn't the soup with you? If you want some, you can get it yourself."

Lu Yun took a few deep breaths. "Then put a piece of spare rib in her bowl. The spare rib is right in front of you."

Zhou Shijing remained unmoved, saying, "I'm busy. If you want some, help yourself. If you don't have enough, stand up and get more."

Before Lu Yun could say anything more, Wen Song had already put down his chopsticks. "I'm done eating. Please enjoy your meal."

What did she eat?

Lu Yun glanced at her spotless bowl, which, apart from a few grains of rice, hadn't been touched by a drop of oil or meat; she hadn't eaten any vegetables at all.

Lu Yun had practically watched Wen Song grow up. This girl was gentle and obedient, and had always been loved by everyone. Zhou Shijing used to protect her very well, but now he was leading the bullying against her.

Lu Yun grew increasingly angry. Once Wen Song silently got up and left the restaurant, Lu Yun immediately confronted Zhou Shijing, "Zhou Shijing, have you lost your mind? Why did you treat Songsong like that?"

"How did I treat her?"

Zhou Shijing's face was cold and hard, completely ignoring Wen Song sitting on the sofa in the living room. His tone was defiant, impatient, and indifferent. "I already said I don't remember her and don't want to see her. You forced me to come back for this so-called family dinner. Now that I'm back, you're finding fault with me in every way. Just because I didn't serve her any food, you're throwing a tantrum and getting angry at me!"

He kicked the chair away with a "whoosh" and stood up, his eyes filled with antagonism, his words sharp and cutting, "You know, sometimes I really wonder, am I your son, or is she your daughter?!"