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

Wen Song looked closely and realized it was Lu Yun, who was wearing a very formal suit and standing next to a shiny black car.

"Sorry, my aunt is here to see me, I have to go now."

After saying this, Wen Song left Zeng Xia behind and walked straight towards Lu Yun's direction.

"Aunt Yun, what brings you here?"

"I just finished a meeting and was passing by the school when I thought I'd stop by and see you."

Lu Yun turned her gaze away from the tall boy across the street, looked Wen Song up and down, and clicked her tongue. "You've lost weight again. Songsong, how can Aunt Yun be at ease with you like this?"

Wen Song lowered her eyelashes. "I've been busy with school classes and internships lately, so my meals haven't been very regular."

Lu Yun glanced at her, "That won't do. Irregular eating habits are the worst thing for your stomach."

Wen Song obediently replied "Yes," adding, "I will pay attention to the future."

Lu Yun was finally satisfied. She touched Wen Song's soft cheek and asked, "Which company are you planning to intern at?"

"Lu's Group".

Wen Song answered truthfully, "Thank you, Aunt Yun, for mentioning me to my uncle before. He said that the group has set up a new department that is very suitable for me, and I plan to submit my resume and give it a try."

"Ugh, what's the point of trying this?"

As she spoke, Lu Yun took her phone out of her bag, "Whether it works or not is just a matter of your uncle's word."

Wen Song knew Lu Yun would say that, and before she could dial Lu Zhiheng's number, she quickly grabbed her hand, "Aunt Yun, I want to try on my own. I've already talked to my uncle about it."

"Have you already spoken to your uncle?"

Lu Yun sighed helplessly, looking at her with heartache in her eyes, "You, you're just so stubborn. Do you know how many people want to pull strings but can't find the right way?"

Wen Song's eyes were gentle, but his tone revealed an undisguised clarity: "The protection and relationships of others cannot be relied upon for a lifetime. Only by relying on one's own abilities can one always feel secure and at ease."

Having worked in the business world for a while, Lu Yun immediately understood Wen Song's unspoken meaning: "Silly child, I can't guarantee whether you can rely on other people's relationships for a lifetime, but with me, you can always rely on me with peace of mind."

These words brought tears to Wen Song's eyes. There had been a time when she had considered Zhou Shijing as someone she could rely on for the rest of her life.

But that trust could crumble in an instant.

Seeing Wen Song's mood suddenly turn somber, Lu Yun gently patted her shoulder. "Alright, let's not talk about that. There's something else I wanted to tell you today."

Wen Song looked up again. "What is it?"

"Next Tuesday is Grandpa's birthday. Please arrange your time in advance and come with us."

Although Wen Song had only met Zhou Shijing's maternal grandparents a few times, the two elderly people were always very patient and caring towards her during the few times they did meet.

Logically and emotionally, Wen Song should definitely attend her maternal grandfather's birthday banquet. However, considering that it might upset Zhou Shijing, or that she might simply avoid attending her grandfather's birthday banquet to avoid him, Wen Song could only politely decline.

"Aunt Yun, my schedule is very full that day, so I won't be able to go."

Lu Yun had already guessed that she would refuse, so she used the excuse she had prepared beforehand, "It's just a dinner party, it won't interfere with your classes much. Besides, your grandfather's chess addiction has flared up again. He called me a few days ago and insisted that I bring you along no matter what."

Wen Song persisted, but this time she directly stated the reason: "Aunt Yun, Grandpa's birthday banquet is supposed to be a joyous and happy occasion. Don't let me ruin it for you."

"How could it be unpleasant? No matter how willful and mischievous Shi Jing is, he wouldn't dare to do anything outrageous at Grandpa's birthday banquet. It's only if you don't go that Grandpa will be unhappy."

"Songsong, you can't let your anger over Shengshi Jing cause you to distance yourself from even Aunt Yun and your grandparents, can you?"

"No, I just..."

Since Lu Yun had already said so much, it would seem too heartless for Wen Song to refuse again. She gently bit her lower lip, slumped her shoulders with a helpless expression, and softly agreed, "Okay, I'll go with you then."

Upon learning that Wen Song was going to attend Zhou Shijing's grandfather's birthday banquet, Wen Miaomiao reacted strongly, "Wen Song, you yourself promised before that you would stay away from Zhou Shijing, and it hasn't been that long, and you can't wait to see him again?"

"I don't want to see him."

Wen Song was also troubled. "Aunt Yun persuaded me repeatedly, and my grandfather is indeed very good to me, so I really can't refuse."

"Nobody's holding a knife to your throat. If you really don't want to go, nobody can force you. It's clearly your own lack of resolve!"

Wen Miaomiao was right. It was true that her attitude was not firm enough, but the other party was Lu Yun, the elder who filled the role of mother after she turned twelve, taking care of her and loving her. She really couldn't harden her heart.

"Don't worry, given how much Zhou Shijing dislikes me, even if I try to talk to him, he'll just ignore me."

After saying this, Wen Song slumped back to his room.

Wen Miaomiao stood in the living room for a few seconds, then chased after him, "No, you went back on your word, and now you're giving me the cold shoulder?"

Wen Song silently opened his notebook and began to do a final check on the resume.

Wen Miaomiao stepped forward and slammed Wen Song's notebook shut.

"Every time Zhou Shijing comes up, you get like this. Tell me honestly, are you still hung up on him?"

Wen Song lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm not Zhou Shijing. I don't have the ability to forget everything overnight. Those memories are real in my mind. You want me to forget so many years in just a few days? I really can't do that."

"If I could, I would rather not go to my grandfather's birthday banquet than anyone else. I don't want to see Zhou Shijing, I don't want to see the look of disgust in his eyes. He wasn't like that to me before..."

A warm drop suddenly fell from the back of Wen Miaomiao's hand, which was resting on the notebook. Then came a second drop, a third drop…

Her knuckles trembled slightly, and it took her several seconds to realize that it was Wen Song crying.

"Hey, why are you crying? I'm just telling the truth, I'm not wronging you."

"Although your attitude wasn't great, you were the one who gave me the cold shoulder first."

Wen Miaomiao's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, "You're such a grown-up, how can you cry in front of your own daughter?"

Wen Song looked up, her doe eyes wet and red. "If I were to travel back in time to my mother's side, I would never dare to say a harsh word to her."

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "Are you trying to sarcastic me? I can't help it, that's just how bad my temper is, you're my own daughter."

Wen Song's lips pursed even more. "So, if I don't marry Lu Zhiheng in the future, will I not have a child with such a bad temper like you?"

Wen Miaomiao's eyes flashed. "Don't even think about it. If you dare make me disappear from the future world, you're finished!"

"You're threatening me? Aren't you trying to please me and treat me better?"

Wen Miaomiao casually tore off a piece of paper and pressed it against her wide-open eyes, wiping them haphazardly. "Fine, I'm being nice to you, wiping your tears, you crybaby."