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

Since adding Lu Zhiheng on WeChat at the restaurant, he had been dormant in his contacts. When Wen Song suddenly received his message, she was a little puzzled and for a moment thought he had sent it to the wrong person.

However, when she opened the chat window between the two, the message Lu Zhiheng sent clearly showed several messages that "she" had sent first.

The first one was the food video she sent to Wen Miaomiao.

The second message followed immediately: "Uncle, I've tried it for you, and it's hard to believe that she actually replicated it so perfectly..."

Article 3: "A bet's a bet. Are you free this weekend? I'd like to invite you to dinner with Sister Songsong!"

Then, five hours later, Lu Zhiheng replied with this message: "I'll treat you all when I get back to China."

After reading it, Wen Song felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She slipped on her slippers and went to Wen Miaomiao's room. "Miaomiao, why did you use my phone to send messages to so many people?"

Wen Miaomiao was lying on the bed playing games. Hearing this, she didn't even look up. "Lu Zhiheng replied to you? What did he say?"

Wen Song: "That's not the point!"

"So what's the key point? I sent him a message using your phone?"

Wen Miaomiao said nonchalantly, "Although I used your phone, it was in my name. Besides, the last time you two added each other on WeChat was because of this bet, so how could I be wrong to keep my bet?"

Wen Song only said one sentence, but Wen Miaomiao rattled off a whole bunch of things in a very clear and logical manner, leaving Wen Song unable to refute a single word.

Her pink lips opened and closed repeatedly, then she exhaled a breath of fresh air. "In short, don't use my phone to send him messages anymore."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, then, as if remembering something, turned back and said, "Give me the phone."

Amidst her busy schedule, Wen Miaomiao glanced up at Wen Song. "Why would I give it to you? Can't you see I'm playing a game? I'm busy."

Ignoring Wen Miaomiao's lapse in attention, Wen Song knelt on one knee on the bed and snatched her phone away. "You're only fourteen. Normally, you're still a middle school student. You need to use electronic devices responsibly. From now on, hand over your phone to me promptly before 10 p.m. every night."

Wen Miaomiao stared blankly as Wen Song walked out of her room. It took her several minutes to react before she pounded the mattress and protested loudly, "What? Wen Song, why did you confiscate my phone! Why are you controlling me?"

Through the wall, Wen Song's gentle and calm voice came unhurriedly. "Because I bought you the phone, and more importantly, because I'm your mother."

"Ha, 'Mom'... Have you ever heard me call you 'Mom' even once? You're already so eager to get into character!"

Wen Song in the other room: ...

Yes, thinking back carefully, it's been almost a month since Wen Miaomiao transmigrated here. She keeps saying that she is her daughter, but whenever she's in a good mood, she calls her "Miss Wen," and when she's angry, she calls her by her full name. It seems that she has never called her "Mom" even once from beginning to end.

Wen Song pondered in silence, a pang of sadness rising in her heart. She realized that it must be because her future self had truly lacked companionship and care for Wen Miaomiao, which led to the strained relationship between the mother and daughter and their growing estrangement.

As for Wen Miaomiao's disrespectful behavior of using her phone to send messages to Lu Zhiheng, Wen Song was originally so angry that her chest felt tight. She thought it was another trick Wen Miaomiao was playing to bring her and Lu Zhiheng together.

But then a sudden inspiration struck, and a completely new interpretation came to mind—

Perhaps Wen Miaomiao misses her father, but she's stubborn and refuses to admit it, so she tries every day to create opportunities to have more interaction with Lu Zhiheng.

The anger in my chest dissipated completely, replaced by a faint sense of guilt and heartache.

Wen Song thought for a moment, then opened her phone and sent a message to Lu Zhiheng in their chat.

Songsong: "Uncle, when you return to China, I'll treat you and Miaomiao to a meal together."

Worried that the text would be too stiff, Wen Song also selected a cute, smiling cat emoji from the resource library and sent it over.

After waiting for a while, Lu Zhiheng did not reply. Wen Song guessed that he was busy. She tossed and turned in bed several times, unable to sleep. She got up again and tiptoed to the next room to check.

Wen Miaomiao was still a child at heart. Just a moment ago she was sulking and being fierce, but now she was asleep, curled up like a little shrimp, clutching the rabbit doll she had taken from Wen Song's room.

Wen Song bent down and carefully covered her with the blanket, then squatted by the bed and gently rubbed her furrowed brow with a finger.

The next day, Wen Song and Wen Miaomiao arrived at the Lu Group building half an hour early.

Wen Song had passed through here by car many times in the past.

The skyscraper, standing tall in the city center, has the four gilded characters "Lu's Group" above its main entrance, which are solemn and eye-catching. Its majestic presence inspires awe in people from afar.

When Wen Song actually stepped into the lobby, he truly felt the grandeur of a century-old enterprise blending with cutting-edge technology.

The marble floor is as smooth as a mirror, the high ceiling is spacious and grand, and the people coming and going are all doing their jobs in an orderly manner, which shows the foundation and strength of the industry leader.

Wen Song straightened her back silently, while Wen Miaomiao looked relaxed, as if she were strolling in her own backyard, her head darting around.

Wen Song gently squeezed her fingers. "What are you looking at?"

Wen Miaomiao gave an "Oh," her tone nonchalant, "I came here, of course, to see if I could bump into your future husband."

Her voice wasn't quiet, drawing the attention of several passersby. Wen Song's already tense heart was thrown into chaos by Wen Miaomiao's words, her cheeks instantly turning red and hot. She quickly covered Wen Miaomiao's mouth, warning her with a forced yet weak tone, "Miaomiao, mind your manners, don't say things you shouldn't!"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

With Wen Miaomiao's impatient expression, Wen Song realized she meant "I know..."

He then released her, lowering his voice, "Lu Zhiheng is abroad, he's not at the company."

Wen Miaomiao looked up, her face filled with utter disappointment. "Huh? You went abroad? How did you know? Did he tell you?"

Wen Song was now certain that Wen Miaomiao missed her father. Her feelings were inexplicably complicated, but she still told her the truth, "He texted you yesterday, saying he'll treat you to dinner when he gets back to China."

Upon hearing this, Wen Miaomiao perked up again. "That's good. Did he say when he's going back to China?"

Wen Song shook his head. "No."

Worried that Wen Miaomiao would keep asking questions, Wen Song tapped the watch on her wrist and whispered, "Time's almost up. I'll go up first. You sit there and wait. I'll come down as soon as I'm done."

"Go ahead, no need to rush down. I'm a grown man, I won't get lost."

He glanced at Wen Song's serious expression, chuckled, and patted her shoulder. "Relax, Miss Wen. You're going for a job interview, not to your execution."

The interview went fairly smoothly.

Besides the professional questions and answers, the interviewer posed an impromptu copywriting question midway through the interview. The other two job seekers competing with him gave mediocre answers, but Wen Song's idea fit the tone of short video promotion and was well-organized, which immediately won the interviewer's approval.

As Wen Song stepped out of the office, her tense nerves finally began to relax, and she felt more confident about the outcome of the interview.

After leaving the Lu Group, the two walked to a nearby shopping mall.

This time, Wen Song didn't wander around aimlessly. She took Wen Miaomiao directly into a trendy women's clothing store. Instead of asking the sales assistant for recommendations, she put together a few outfits that were suitable for Wen Miaomiao's everyday style and had her try them on.

While she was choosing the clothes, Wen Miaomiao kept looking at her with a strange gaze. She was surprisingly satisfied with the final result. "Not bad, Miss Wen. Looks like you did your homework beforehand?"

Wen Song couldn't hide her smugness. "Yeah, I looked at some fashion and styling information."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on her face. "Miaomiao, I don't know what will happen in the future that will turn me into the irresponsible, pleasure-seeking person you describe. But at least for now, I want to be a good and qualified mother as much as possible."