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

After she finished speaking, Wen Miaomiao didn't react for a long time. Wen Song tilted her head, blinked her clear eyes, and asked, "Miaomiao?"

Wen Miaomiao snapped out of her daze, a smile of complete disbelief curving her lips as she stared at Wen Song, saying each word clearly, "Then we'll wait and see, my dear, Mom."

Okay, Mom, Mom…

Rounding down, did Wen Miaomiao just call her "Mom"?

Although his tone was slightly dismissive, it still felt like a feather brushing against her heart. The feeling was wonderful, and Wen Song's fair cheeks involuntarily flushed with a light blush.

As the two left the clothing store, they were walking and discussing whether to have hot pot or grilled fish when a couple suddenly walked towards them.

The man was dressed casually, tall with long legs, and handsome yet aloof.

The woman was petite and delicate, with eyes that seemed to wish they could be glued to him. She sweetly pleaded, "Brother Shijing, I don't want to eat hot pot, or I'll smell like it."

This was the first time Wen Song had seen Zhou Shijing since the last time at the Lu residence. At this moment, it was too late to avoid him, so she could only hurriedly lower her head and pretend not to see them.

She didn't know if Zhou Shijing had seen her, but as they passed each other, she heard Zhou Shijing's indifferent yet meaningful voice say, "Then I won't eat. I suddenly feel like I have no appetite either."

Wen Song's fingers, hanging by his sides, trembled slightly. He suddenly lost his appetite. Was it because he had met her?

As she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a "ya" sound.

The woman who had been holding Zhou Shijing's arm looked angrily at the shopping bags scattered on the ground, then glared fiercely at Wen Miaomiao, "How do you walk? How could you bump into me on such a wide road?"

Wen Miaomiao glared at her with disdain. "We were both walking at the same time, it was just an accidental bump. How did it become that I bumped into you?"

"That's exactly right. You're walking over there, and suddenly you take a step towards me. In that situation, who can react in time to dodge?"

The new clothes that Zhou Shijing had bought for the woman were all luxury brands she wouldn't normally buy, for fear of them getting dusty if they fell on the ground. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pick them up!"

Wen Miaomiao stood lazily in place, not moving an inch. "What are you yelling about? It's so noisy. Don't you have hands?"

"you!"

The woman was furious and wanted to lash out, but with Zhou Shijing present, she could only maintain her composure. She tugged at Zhou Shijing's sleeve, swaying and acting coquettishly, "Brother Shijing, she bullied me..."

Zhou Shijing kept his eyebrows down, genuinely annoyed. Running into Wen Song on the way out was annoying, and being dragged into this kind of argument between women was even more annoying.

He gritted his teeth, his indifferent eyes glancing at Wen Miaomiao, "If you knock something over someone else's things, you should pick them up. Didn't your parents teach you this simple principle?"

Wen Miaomiao's gaze was even more indifferent than Zhou Shijing's, even carrying a hint of provocation, as she met his eyes directly. "You're right, I really didn't teach you."

Zhou Shijing frowned. He didn't remember when Wen Song had made such a friend. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, her clothes and speech were exactly like those of a rebellious teenage girl.

"Do you need me to teach you today?"

As Zhou Shijing spoke, he stepped forward, his towering figure, over 1.8 meters tall, looming over Wen Miaomiao, who was still slender and in the developmental stage, almost instantly.

But Wen Miaomiao showed no fear whatsoever, her aura unyielding, only coldly sneering: "You? You're not worthy."

This was the first time Wen Miaomiao had met Zhou Shijing since she transmigrated. Only now did Wen Song truly realize that the girl's dislike for Zhou Shijing was never just a few casual remarks.

Seeing that the two were on the verge of conflict, Wen Song was afraid that the petite Wen Miaomiao would be at a disadvantage, so she quickly said, "I'll help her pick it up."

As she spoke, she bent down and picked up the shopping bags from the ground one by one.

"Wen Song, put it down right now!"

Wen Miaomiao was extremely dissatisfied, and with a cold face, she yelled at her, "Who told you to pick it up? You're such a coward!"

Being scolded for being a coward in front of Zhou Shijing, Wen Song's face turned pale and then red. She pursed her lips and handed the shopping bag in her hand to the woman next to Zhou Shijing, saying in a low voice, "It was a misunderstanding. We didn't mean it."

The woman snatched it away impatiently. "What misunderstanding? She did it on purpose!"

After checking the clothes in the shopping bag again to make sure they weren't dirty or damaged, she tugged at Zhou Shijing's sleeve and said, "Brother Shijing, let's go. Don't bother with someone so rude. Look at her, dressed so messily and gaudy at such a young age, and she keeps saying she wasn't taught anything. Maybe she really is an orphan."

After she finished speaking, she looked smug and pulled Zhou Shijing to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The woman turned around in surprise and saw that the girl who had grabbed her was the same girl who had been helping her pick up her shopping bags earlier. She had very fair skin and looked gentle and harmless, but at this moment, her dark and bright eyes were filled with an unyielding stubbornness.

"Who did you just call an orphan?"

The woman, emboldened by Zhou Shijing's support, acted with impunity. "Isn't that right? She herself said she didn't have any parents to teach her that."

As she spoke, she pretended to shake off Wen Song's hand. That delicate, white hand looked fragile, but at this moment it was surprisingly strong. She tried to shake it off for a long time, but it was only squeezed tighter and tighter by Wen Song.

The woman hissed in pain, screaming, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"Apologize."

Wen Song said, word by word, "Apologize to her!"

"Don't even think about it!"

The woman tried to use the same trick again, drawing out her words and pleading with Zhou Shijing, "Brother Shijing, please help me pull this crazy woman away!"

Zhou Shijing, who had remained silent and indifferent throughout, finally showed a slight twitch in his expression.

He lowered his eyes to look at the two people facing off, his fingertips slightly raised, about to step forward to resolve the situation, but in the next instant, he unexpectedly collided with Wen Song's eyes.

It was a look Zhou Shijing had never seen in her eyes before. Gone was the usual forbearance, concession, gentle compromise; only a chilling wariness and an undisguised hostility and warning remained.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Shijing's heart sank, then plummeted. The feeling of his heart hanging in mid-air made his raised arm freeze in mid-air, and all his movements came to a standstill.

Seeing that Zhou Shijing made no further move, Wen Song withdrew his gaze and looked back at the woman who was shouting. "Apologize immediately! Otherwise, I'll call the police right now and sue you for verbal abuse and malicious personal attack!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried weight. The woman showed no fear, and quickly turned her hopes back to Zhou Shijing, "Brother Shijing..."

Zhou Shijing's face was already frozen. At this moment, passersby began to glance at him frequently. Zhou Shijing had never been so humiliated in his life. He couldn't tell whether he was angry at the woman beside him for being unreasonable or at Wen Song for being persistent. He shook off the woman's hand that was pulling him away. "Calling me won't do any good. Can I apologize for you? Or can I stop someone from calling the police?"

After saying that, he didn't look at anyone else present and left without turning back.

Seeing Zhou Shijing leave, the woman hurriedly chased after him, saying, "I apologize, I apologize right now."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?"

She said "I'm sorry" three times in Wen Miaomiao's direction before Wen Song let go of her hand.

After the woman had completely walked away, Wen Song belatedly realized that his hand had started to tremble, perhaps because he had used too much force, or perhaps because the tension that had been building up in his body had suddenly dissipated.

She gently clenched her fist, then relaxed it, clenched it again, and relaxed it again. After several times, she finally calmed down a little.

Wen Miaomiao, standing behind her, took in all of Wen Song's little actions. Her usually indifferent eyes showed a slight ripple, but in the end, she let out a soft "sneer" and said, "So that's why you suddenly changed your personality and became so brave. Turns out you're just a paper tiger."

Wen Song didn't say anything, but what kept echoing in her mind was Zhou Shijing's disgusted look when he left, and the word "other people" he uttered.

Yes, their engagement was called off, and he already has a new girlfriend. To him, she's "someone else."