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

Wen Song remained quiet throughout the journey back to the city.

It was so quiet that Lu Zhiheng didn't even realize there was someone sitting next to him.

She sat upright with her back straight, her slightly lowered gaze fixed intently on her fingers.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't help but recall the scene in the front hall just now. That timid and gentle girl who regarded Zhou Shijing as her whole world was so decisive and resolute when she cut off that relationship with her own hands.

"When was it discovered?"

It was a seemingly random sentence, but Wen Song instantly understood its meaning.

She looked up in surprise, and when she met the man's penetrating eyes, she remained silent for a moment before looking away with a sense of relief.

Yes, even she, who was directly involved in the situation, had seen through Zhou Shijing's deliberate act of feigning amnesia. How could Lu Zhiheng, who was deep-thinking and coldly observing from the sidelines, be completely unaware?

"It was probably from the day he threw my cookies in the trash can while he was in the hospital."

Zhou Shijing has always loved sweets. When she asked Lu Yun to take the box of cookies over, she specifically told her not to tell him that she made them. However, Zhou Shijing still left the box of cookies in the corner.

Zhong Man's later slip of the tongue merely gave him a legitimate reason to discard it.

Lu Zhiheng was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that Wen Song had already noticed so early on. He recalled the scene at the door of the ward that day, when she hurriedly fled with red eyes.

He even cruelly used the excuse that Zhou Shijing had suffered a head injury in a car accident to comfort her, telling her to be more patient and give him more time.

Looking back now, those words seem almost cruel.

"But the real confirmation came tonight."

Wen Song continued.

She actually heard Zhou Shijing say, "Idiot, you don't even remember you're allergic to alcohol."

Zhou Shijing's shifty gaze at that moment must have indicated that he realized his slip of the tongue.

"Uncle, when did you discover it?"

Lu Zhiheng was always upright and frank, but at this moment, facing Wen Song's overly clear and innocent eyes, he didn't dare to speak the truth.

"In the last few days."

Actually, much earlier than her, on the day Zhou Shijing was hospitalized after his car accident, he called an overseas neurosurgeon to consult about his condition.

Experts have stated that while amnesia caused by intracranial hematoma can indeed occur, the probability of forgetting only one person while retaining perfect memory of others is extremely low. After all, brain damage usually affects large areas, making it difficult to pinpoint the exact cause and erase all past connections with a single individual.

Wen Song's lips curved slightly, and he lowered his eyes again. "Uncle, Shi Jing's acting is really bad, isn't it?"

She paused, recalling the jokes online, and added softly, "In the entertainment industry, it's a bit over the top."

He was so afraid of revealing his true colors that he could only cover up his lies by repeatedly throwing tantrums and deliberately showing disgust.

Moreover, whenever he was about to say something hurtful to her, he basically didn't dare to look her in the eye.

"It's pretty bad."

Lu Zhiheng said, "If that's the case, why didn't you expose him sooner?"

Wen Song shook her head. Under the reading lamp, a very faint halo fell on the top of her black hair.

"I still held onto a sliver of hope. I kept thinking that maybe he was just temporarily annoyed with me, and that once he calmed down, everything could go back to the way it was before."

She was unwilling to break off relations, reluctant to sever the bond they had formed during their youth, and even less willing to turn their years of friendship into an awkward confrontation.

"I want to save him some face, and also leave myself a way out."

Lu Zhiheng looked at her calmly, "If that's the case, you should have gone straight home after leaving the side hall."

Wen Song understood the deeper meaning behind Lu Zhiheng's words. As long as she refused to agree to break off the engagement, given Lu Yun's protectiveness towards her, she could exert strong pressure to force Zhou Shijing to fulfill the engagement.

"Uncle, Aunt Yun was right about something. One should have a conscience. I grew up under the protection of the Zhou family. If I take advantage of Aunt Yun's kindness to me and gang up with her to bully her son, what would I become?"

She suffered all the injustices herself, but in the end, she made it sound like she was the one forcing others to do things against their will.

Lu Zhiheng's usually calm and composed expression shifted slightly, and his tone became a bit more serious. "It's a fact that your father risked his life to save Zhou Shijing back then. Even if he wanted to repay the favor, no one would dare to say anything about it."

"My father is my father, and I am me. The Zhou family took me in and raised me out of gratitude for my father's kindness. They have done more than enough over the years. I cannot be greedy anymore."

Wen Song spoke calmly, without a trace of resentment.

Lu Zhiheng was momentarily at a loss for words.

Just then, the car stopped in front of the apartment building. Lu Zhiheng looked out the car window and saw the flamboyantly dressed girl standing loosely by the green belt, kicking the pebbles on the ground with a bored expression.

"Your Aunt Yun said you're sharing an apartment with a classmate, and that classmate is her?"

Following his gaze, Wen Song also saw Wen Miaomiao. A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in her quiet eyes. "Yes, that's right."

After Wen Song finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and immediately added seriously, "It was Miao Miao's older sister who paid for the apartment to share with me, but it was Miao Miao who moved in with me."

Seeing Lu Zhiheng's puzzled expression, Wen Song had no choice but to explain further, "Miaomiao's older sister went abroad to study and was worried about Miaomiao living alone. I was also planning to move out, so she suggested that I share a place with her. Firstly, it would save on rent, and secondly, we could take care of each other if we lived together."

This explanation was something Wen Song had already prepared when he moved out, so when he said it now, his tone was particularly calm and fluent, and there was no trace of fabrication in his voice.

"Take care of each other?"

Lu Zhiheng looked out the window again. The girl was dressed in a jumble of ornaments, and her clothes and pants were either torn here or frayed there.

At such a young age, his brows were furrowed and his expression was world-weary. It was clear that he had been spoiled by his family since childhood, yet he was defiant of their discipline, had a bad temper, and could not bear the slightest hardship or loss.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Wen Song, his tone cautious, "Are you sure she can take care of you?"

"Yes, you can."

Wen Song nodded seriously, "Yes, she can. Last time I got caught in the rain and developed a fever in the middle of the night, she took me to the hospital and took care of me for several days."

It turns out that she had a fever after getting caught in the rain last time. No wonder Lu Yun was so worried about her on the phone that day, saying that she had lost a lot of weight after staying away from home for a few days.

I've asked everything I needed to ask, and I'll be able to give Lu Yun a proper explanation when I get back.

Lu Zhiheng raised his chin and let them in, saying, "Go in."

Wen Song hummed in agreement. As her slender white fingers touched the car door lock, she suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Lu Zhiheng, and cautiously asked, "Uncle, if I have the chance to see you again in the future, can I still call you Uncle?"

The girl is sensitive and knows when to advance and retreat; her maturity is heartbreaking.

distressed?

In the past thirty years of his life, Lu Zhiheng had almost never experienced such emotions, but he suddenly realized that tonight, he seemed to have experienced them twice, both times to the same person.

While he was still pondering the reason, the girl's eyes already revealed disappointment, as well as a hint of expected relief.

"I understand, goodbye, Uncle."

"What do you understand?"

Lu Zhiheng frowned, unaware that his tone had become more urgent, "Wen Song, no matter what happens between you and Shi Jing in the end, you can continue to call me that as long as you want."