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

When she woke up again, she was in a side hall of the Lu residence. A servant saw that she had woken up and quickly went out to call the doctor.

"Doctor, Miss Wen is awake."

The Lu family's doctor came in upon hearing the commotion and asked in a low voice, "How are you feeling? Any better?"

Wen Song roughly understood what was going on and nodded, "Much better."

The doctor shook his head. "It seems you know you're allergic to alcohol. If that's the case, why are you playing with your health like this?"

Wen Song lowered his head in shame. "I didn't joke around with my health. I didn't realize it was alcohol when I was drinking it. I only realized it after I finished and was thinking of taking some allergy medication later."

After she finished speaking, she added in a low voice, "I've had allergies before, but I've never fainted."

"It might not just be due to allergies; perhaps your emotional fluctuations at the time could also cause you to faint."

Wen Song nodded quietly, her memory returning to the scene at the banquet when Zhou Shijing forced her to break off the engagement.

Her heart felt like it was being bitten by a thousand ants at once. She tried to calm herself. "Doctor, I feel much better now. Can I leave?"

"Can."

The doctor, still concerned, reiterated, "Observe the symptoms further after you get home. If the allergy symptoms haven't subsided, you'll need to go to the hospital for another injection."

Wen Song responded, and just as she stepped out of the side hall, a broad and tall figure suddenly caught her eye from under the eaves.

The man had one hand in his trouser pocket, and dappled moonlight filtered through the branches onto his shoulder.

When he stands still, he is like a majestic mountain, exuding a restrained and oppressive aura.

Hearing the noise, the man turned around first, his gaze falling calmly on her face. "Feeling better?"

Wen Song nodded, feeling extremely ashamed when she thought about how she had fainted after Zhou Shijing publicly broke off their engagement.

"Much better."

"Then I'll take you back."

"Uncle!"

Lu Zhiheng stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow to ask, "What's wrong?"

Wen Song's clear eyes shimmered like shattered silver in the moonlight as she softly asked, "Where are Aunt Yun and the others?"

Lu Zhiheng hesitated for two seconds, then said, "In the front hall."

Wen Song pursed her lips. "Could you take me to find them?"

Lu Zhiheng disagreed, "Your Aunt Yun wants you to go home as soon as you wake up."

"But I want to go."

Although Wen Song's face was still pale, she was calm and composed, completely unlike the panic she had shown at the birthday banquet. Her gaze towards Lu Zhiheng held a newfound determination. "Uncle, please take me there."

The tranquil night enveloped the vast Lu residence. The shadows of the trees swayed in the courtyard, and the evening breeze carried the faint fragrance of flowers and trees. The two walked slowly and silently through the wide and secluded courtyard, one after the other.

Wen Song felt that the scene was familiar. When Lu Zhiheng returned from abroad, he lent her his only umbrella and led her through the courtyard to the front hall in the drizzle. The path was exactly the same.

The front door was wide open, and before anyone even got close, they could hear Zhou Shijing's deep roar, "I don't remember! I know nothing about what you're talking about!"

"You don't know because you've forgotten, not because it doesn't exist!"

Lu Yun patiently persuaded him, "Shi Jing, we should have a conscience. If it weren't for saving you, Song Song wouldn't have become an orphan!"

Zhou Shijing refused to compromise in the slightest, saying, "There are many ways to repay a debt of gratitude, why must I sacrifice my marriage?"

"How can it be a sacrifice? You used to really like Songsong. If you hadn't admitted it yourself, your father and I wouldn't have arranged your engagement in the first place."

"You said it yourself, that was before. But now, I really don't like her at all. Not only do I dislike her, I hate her. I hate that she's always in front of me, I hate that she's so close to everyone around me, as if she's showing off to the whole world that she's about to become mine!"

Zhou Shijing became increasingly agitated as he spoke, "If what you say is true, that Wen Song's father died saving me, and I must marry Wen Song to repay that debt of gratitude, then I would rather be the one who died in the first place!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap made Wen Song outside the door tremble.

The argument inside the room abruptly stopped. A few seconds later, Zhou Shijing gave an incredulous sneer, "Mom, you hit me for her? You actually hit me for an outsider?"

Lu Yun was both angry and anxious. "Yes, I hit you. The car accident damaged your brain. I was just trying to see if a slap could wake you up."

She spoke with a tone of disappointment and frustration, "Shijing, you've never been like this before. You used to be so good to Songsong. How come you've suddenly become..."

"I haven't changed! Maybe the Zhou Shijing who was nice to Wen Songhao before was the fake one!"

Lu Zhiheng stood by Wen Song's side the whole time. Ever since Zhou Shijing asked why he had to sacrifice his marriage to repay a debt of gratitude, he had wanted to go in, but his cuff was tightly held by a small hand.

As the argument inside grew more intense, the grip on his sleeve tightened, her slender fingers digging into his fabric until they began to tremble slightly.

Lu Zhiheng looked down at Wen Song's face. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was almost transparently white under the moonlight. Her lips had also lost their usual warm color and turned pale.

Lu Zhiheng suddenly couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he simply turned around and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Wen Song shook her head and gently loosened her grip on his sleeve.

The standoff inside continued. Lu Yun gritted her teeth and said, "Even if you want to cancel your marriage with Songsong, it shouldn't be now. Let's wait until you regain your memory. I don't want you to regret it later."

"I'll say it again, I'm perfectly clear-headed right now, and I will never regret it!"

"Zhou Shijing, why are you so stubborn!"

Lu Yun stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Shijing by the collar, and was about to make a move when a very soft voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.

"I agree."

Wen Song stood in the doorway, facing the light. She didn't even intend to take another step forward, and just stood there quietly.

The warm yellow light from inside the room fell on her thin shoulders, but it couldn't warm her from the slightest bit of coldness. The tears she had just held back had all been wiped away, but her eyes were still red. Those eyes that used to hold a gentle tenderness when she looked at Zhou Shijing were now devoid of all passion and affection, leaving only a silent peace, so clean as to be almost empty.

"Aunt Yun, please stop pressuring Shi Jing. I agree to break off the engagement."

With that one sentence, the previously tense front hall suddenly fell silent.

Lu Yun, who had just been scolding Zhou Shijing with a stern face, suddenly turned her head and looked at the girl at the door with a look of astonishment.

Zhou Shijing's tense body also froze instantly. He looked up at Wen Song outside the door, trying to figure out whether she genuinely wanted to agree to break off the engagement or was using some kind of feigned retreat as a tactic.

But Wen Song's gaze was calm and open.

"My father saved Shi Jing Ge out of basic human instinct. He is not the kind of person who would take advantage of someone's kindness, and I, as his daughter, am even less likely to do so."

Wen Song gave a self-deprecating smile as she said this, "I always thought that my relationship with Shi Jing was a natural progression, and I never thought that it would be a shackle that trapped him and caused him so much pain."

"In that case, the engagement is off."

Finally, Wen Song looked at Zhou Shijing one last time, a look that showed both letting go and resolve. "Brother Shijing, you know I've always wanted you to live a happy and free life. So, even if your happiness and freedom come at the cost of removing me from your life, I will grant your wish without hesitation."