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

On Tuesday, Wen Song went to the Lu family's old house with Lu Yun and Zhou Yongqian.

Zhou Shijing arrived earlier than them and was playing chess with Old Master Lu in the front hall. When he saw Wen Song, his face visibly darkened.

He held back his anger until Wen Song finished greeting everyone present and called out to him, "Brother Shi Jing," at which point he casually raised his head and asked, "What brings you here?"

He asked the question without any politeness, as if he was about to say something like, "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."

Wen Song tightened her grip on the gift box bag and said softly, "I've come to attend my grandfather's birthday banquet."

"Is he your maternal grandfather?"

Wen Song bit her lip and immediately changed her words, "I'm here to attend Grandpa Lu's birthday banquet."

Zhou Shijing snorted coldly, ignoring Wen Song's repeated concessions, and continued to press on, "As far as I know, everyone attending Grandpa's birthday banquet today is a member of the family; no outsiders were invited."

"Zhou Shijing!"

Lu Yun couldn't stand it anymore. "Songsong is someone I brought with me. What kind of outsider is she?"

Grandpa Lu subtly smoothed things over, saying, "Yes, how could Songsong be an outsider? I've been looking forward to this girl coming over to play chess with me for a long time."

"Okay, she's not an outsider, I am, I am, alright?"

Zhou Shijing jumped up. "Since Grandpa doesn't think much of me, I'll leave. Let her play chess with you!"

After Zhou Shijing finished speaking, he took a step and walked out. Just as he reached the middle of the hall, the light and shadow at the door suddenly dimmed, and a tall man with a calm and composed aura stepped in slowly. His tall figure blocked his way.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

His tone was casual, but the invisible pressure he exuded made Zhou Shijing's fierce aura freeze instantly. He took a deep breath, concealed all his sharpness, and respectfully called him "Uncle" before suppressing his emotions and replying, "It's stuffy inside, let's go out for some fresh air."

"You're so restless and irritable, you should go out and clear your head."

Lu Zhiheng said unhurriedly, "However, don't go too far. Remember to come back before the birthday banquet starts."

"I know."

After Lu Zhiheng slightly turned his body, Zhou Shijing felt the suffocating pressure disappear and silently walked quickly past Lu Zhiheng.

After Zhou Shijing left, Wen Song's tense body finally relaxed a little. At this moment, Lu Zhiheng walked up to her, and she immediately lowered her eyes and called out to him, "Uncle."

"Um".

Perhaps it was because of her height, or perhaps it was because Wen Song always kept her head down when she saw him, but Lu Zhiheng could only see the girl's soft hair and delicate, fair neck.

"Don't worry about what Zhou Shijing just said. This is the Lu family home. No one but me can make you leave."

Wen Song's throat tightened almost instantly. He took a deep breath to keep from choking and being unable to speak, but it took him two or three seconds to finally manage to say, "Thank you, Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng suddenly remembered a stray kitten he had fed before. When the kitten received a sausage from him, it called out to him softly and timidly.

He gathered his thoughts, moved to the seat next to Old Master Lu, and sat down. A servant immediately came forward and served him freshly brewed hot tea.

"Songsong, didn't you prepare a gift for Grandpa? Hurry up and take it out so he can see it."

Reminded by Lu Yun, Wen Song then remembered and quickly presented an exquisite gift box to Grandpa Lu, saying, "Grandpa, I wish you a long and healthy life."

Old Master Lu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Haha, good, good!"

Grandpa Lu examined the gift box in his hands from all angles, then carefully opened it. After seeing what was inside, his smile widened. "It's a chessboard! Song'er, this gift is just what I wanted. We'll play a few games with this chessboard later."

In fact, the old chessboard treasured by Grandpa Lu was made of precious materials and was of a much higher grade than the one Wen Song had sent. However, the genuine joy and praise in the old man's eyes still warmed Wen Song's heart, and the bad mood that had just been affected by Zhou Shijing was swept away.

She then took out another handbag and handed it to Grandma Lu, saying, "Grandma, this is a shawl for you. Your shoulders and neck are prone to getting cold, wearing this will keep you much warmer."

"Oh, there's even a gift for me?"

Grandma Lu smiled and patted Wen Song's hand, "You're such a thoughtful child."

Wen Song had only one gift bag left in her hand. She took a breath, looked up at Lu Zhiheng, slowly walked up to him, and carefully handed him the gift bag. "Uncle, this is for you."

When Wen Song returned home last time, she discovered that she had taken Lu Zhiheng's cashmere blanket with her. The blanket was soaked from the rain, and even if she washed it and returned it to Lu Zhiheng, he probably wouldn't use it.

Wen Song then thought of returning an identical one to him, but after searching the entire cashmere blanket, she couldn't find any brand logo. She only found an exquisitely embroidered letter "L" in an inconspicuous corner.

"L", land.

It seems to be a custom-made item. Wen Song had no choice but to find a similar one at the mall and bring it along with Grandpa Lu's gift, taking this opportunity to give it to him.

Lu Zhiheng was completely unprepared to receive a gift. His gaze fell quietly on the girl in front of him. This was one of the rare times she dared to look him straight in the eye.

Her deer-like eyes were clear and bright, but there was still a hint of evasion hidden in them, as if she subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze.

Lu Zhiheng suddenly realized that the girl was gradually suppressing her fear of him, just as she had promised.

Thank you.

Lu Zhiheng reached out and took the gift bag from Wen Song's hand.

"Zhiheng, you've really benefited from Dad's good fortune today! Quickly show us what Songsong gave you!"

Lu Zhiheng complied and satisfied Lu Yun's curiosity by taking the contents of the gift bag out.

Everyone could see at a glance that it was a thick and soft cashmere blanket.

Lu Yun immediately laughed and joked, "It seems that in Songsong's mind, you've reached the age where you need to keep warm."

Wen Song immediately waved his hand to clarify: "No, my uncle is still young, not old at all."

Everyone immediately burst into laughter, and Lu Yun laughed even harder, "Hey, everyone heard that, I didn't say it was Zhiheng, it was Songsong who said it."

Wen Song's pretty face instantly flushed red. She looked at Lu Zhiheng with a mix of nervousness and grievance, "Uncle, I didn't mean it that way."

Lu Zhiheng understood the girl's intention almost the instant he saw the blanket. She was very perceptive; she clearly wanted to return the blanket from the rainy night last time, but was worried that giving it to him alone would be too abrupt, so she gave a gift to each of the elders present.

Of course he knew that Wen Song didn't mean it that way. Judging from the way the little girl was so nervous that her eyelashes were trembling, even if she had ten times the courage, she probably wouldn't dare to say a single word teasing him about his age.

But for some reason, looking at her docile and timid appearance, he suddenly felt a bit like teasing a kitten. "I'm not old, of course, but I'm ten years older than you."

Wen Song felt a pang of panic and subconsciously replied, "Ten years old is actually not so bad."

Her mind was a complete mess, and she had no idea what she was arguing about. Hearing the laughter of the crowd, her face burned even hotter. "At my uncle's age, it's the perfect time for him to be mature and steady."