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

Lu Yun is a woman of action; the very next day, she went to a master to calculate the auspicious date, which turned out to be the 9th of next month.

When Lu Yun excitedly called Zhou Shijing, Wen Song was right next to her. After confirming the time with him several times, Zhou Shijing's lazy voice came through the receiver, "I know, Ms. Lu. I promise I'll be back on time. I'm very busy right now, I'll hang up now, okay?"

His tone wasn't reluctant, and he even made a promise, but Wen Song still felt uneasy. She hadn't slept a wink last night, tossing and turning all night, her mind constantly replaying the girl's two sentences—

"Haven't you noticed? He has no intention of marrying you."

"Don't get your hopes up. No matter when you and Zhou Shijing set the date for your marriage registration, he won't show up."

She didn't believe in time travel or alternate dimensions, but those prophetic words were like tiny, sharp fish bones, stuck firmly in her throat, impossible to remove. Every time her emotions surged, they tugged at her chest, causing a feeling of tightness and stagnation.

Later that evening, after finishing his work, Zhou Shijing called Wen Song and said, "Songsong, it's Zhong Ze's birthday next week. Could you go and give him a gift for me?"

Zhong Ze is Zhou Shijing's good friend. When Zhou Shijing had small gatherings with them before, he would occasionally bring Wen Song along, so she and he were quite familiar with each other.

Wen Song immediately agreed, "Okay, send me the address, and I'll be there on time."

Sensing that Zhou Shijing was about to hang up the phone after saying that, Wen Song took the initiative to start a new conversation.

"Shi Jing, are you tired from training lately?"

Zhou Shijing: "What do you think? I'm exhausted."

Wen Song: "Then remember to rest well after your training."

Zhou Shijing hummed in agreement, his tone lazy yet slightly roguish, "Songsong, the day before we get our marriage certificate is the day of my competition. I'll definitely win first place and give it to you as a wedding gift."

A ripple spread through Wen Song's heart, as if a large hand had gently lifted her anxious heart and steadily placed it back in its place.

Zhou Shijing wanted to marry her, and he was already making preparations for the day they would register their marriage.

Wen Song seriously suspected that the girl from last night was a product of her own needless worry. She was completely relieved and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

Zhong Ze's family is involved in politics and has deep roots in Yicheng. Those invited to his birthday party are all prominent scions of prominent families in Yicheng.

He always took good care of Wen Song. Worried that she might not be able to find the place if she came alone, he sent her a message saying he would wait for her at the entrance of the private room.

From a distance, Wen Song could see the tall, slender figure at the entrance of the private room, his back to her, talking to a friend.

She walked over, tiptoed, and gently patted Zhong Ze's shoulder. "Hi, Zhong Ze, happy birthday!"

A smile still lingered on her lips, but when she met the man's face as he turned towards her, the smile froze on her face. She took a half-step back in a panic and called out, "Little...Little Uncle?"

Lu Zhiheng wasn't too surprised by her appearance. He slightly raised his chin to indicate behind her, "Zhong Ze is over there."

Before Wen Song could turn around, Zhong Ze had already walked up to her with a smile. "Little Wen, I see you have pretty big eyes. How come you can't tell your brother from your uncle?"

Wen Song pursed her lips shyly, wanting to explain, because Zhong Ze and her uncle were really about the same height.

But he swallowed the words and handed the gift to Zhong Ze.

Happy birthday, Zhong Ze!

Zhong Ze, holding the gift box, asked, "Why are you sending two sets?"

Wen Song extended a slender white fingertip, "The black gift box was sent to you by Shi Jing, and the blue one is a small token of my appreciation."

Zhong Ze chuckled and teased, "Oh dear, aren't you two family? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

Wen Song's face flushed slightly, and she shyly changed the subject, "These are cookies I baked myself, they're really delicious, Zhong Ze-ge can try some."

"You baked it yourself? I really have to try it."

As Zhong Ze spoke, he opened the cookie box, took one for himself, and gestured to Lu Zhiheng and Shang Yang next to him to take some as well. "I've heard Shi Jing say that Wen Xiaomei's dessert-making skills are top-notch. We're in for a treat today."

Lu Zhiheng didn't take it. He glanced down at the cute little cookies in the box, looking uninterested. "Thank you, but I don't like sweets."

Wen Song spoke up promptly, "It's not very sweet; I only added a tiny bit of sugar."

Lu Zhiheng remained unmoved, but Shang Yang was unceremoniously took a bite, then raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmm? It seems really good."

He nudged Lu Zhiheng with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Old Lu, I've known you for so many years, how come I don't remember you ever having a niece this big?"

Lu Zhiheng stepped into the private room. "Shi Jing's fiancée."

"Turns out she's not a niece, but a nephew's wife?"

Shang Yang turned around and beckoned to Wen Song, "There are a lot of people tonight, let's go in together, we can sit next to your uncle."

Wen Song quickly waved her hand, her gaze falling on Zhong Ze's sister. "I have a friend I know who's here. Just go with her."

As soon as Zhong Man saw Wen Song, she affectionately took her arm. "Sister Song, the dress you're wearing today is so beautiful. I saw you as soon as I came in."

Wen Song smiled slightly, praising Zhong Man from the bottom of her heart, "Yours is also very pretty, pink and tender, like a little butterfly."

Shang Yang took a sip of wine, his gaze seemingly casually drifting towards Wen Song's direction. "I must say, that girl has really been raised well by your sister. She's pretty and delicate, gentle and obedient, and her manners are impeccable."

Lu Zhiheng followed his gaze and saw two girls whispering and laughing close together. The girl in the pink dress was laughing so hard she was slapping her thigh, while Wen Song simply smiled faintly and reservedly.

He looked away and calmly concluded, "He's just too timid."

When Shang Yang invited her to sit with him, a fleeting look of panic and fear crossed her eyes, as if he were some kind of man-eating monster.

As Wen Song listened to Zhong Man speak, she felt a gaze fixed on her. When she looked up, she met Shang Yang's smiling eyes. She nodded politely, and when she looked away, her gaze inadvertently swept over Lu Zhiheng.

He was looking down and fiddling with a wine glass when a sexy woman in a deep V-neck dress tried to strike up a conversation with him while pouring him a drink. He didn't even look up and simply brushed her off.

"Sister Songsong, what are you looking at?"

Zhong Man followed Wen Song's gaze, and her beautiful eyes lit up instantly when she noticed Lu Zhiheng. "Wow, who is that person? His temperament is so outstanding! Cold and aloof, how come I've never seen him before?"

She grabbed Wen Song and made to go over and say hello, but Wen Song held her back tightly, saying, "You can go by yourself, I'm not going."

Why?

Wen Song was too ashamed to admit her fear of Lu Zhiheng, so she made up a reason: "He's Zhou Shijing's uncle. What would it look like if I went with you to chat up an elder?"

"Shi Jing's uncle? The one who's been making headlines in financial news both domestically and internationally, Lu Zhiheng?"

Zhong Man clapped her hands excitedly, "Then you have to come with me even more, and watch with your own eyes how I win over this unattainable beauty tonight."

A flower on a high mountain?

Before Wen Song could even process this novel title, Zhong Man was already pulling her forward.

Lu Zhiheng has never liked such noisy and chaotic occasions.

All sorts of people kept coming up to him and strike up conversations, with a constant stream of women approaching him. He had barely managed to get rid of a few when two small shadows suddenly loomed over his eyes.

Impatience grew stronger in his heart, and he frowned deeply. The moment he looked up, his cold and sharp eyes were completely concealed.

That cold, undisguised, and sharp gaze swept straight down, immediately causing the two girls in front of him, one in pink and one in white, to freeze and their pupils to shrink abruptly.

Wen Song reacted the most, instinctively taking a half step back, but her wrist was firmly gripped by Zhong Man, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Hello Mr. Lu, I'm Zhong Man, Zhong Ze's younger sister, and also a friend of Sister Songsong. Would it be convenient for me to add you in the contact information?"

Zhong Man was actually a little frightened by Lu Zhiheng's look, but she was always bold and quickly calmed herself down. She deliberately presented two layers of relationship, confident that Lu Zhiheng would not refuse her based on either layer of relationship.

Little did she know, she was far too confident, or perhaps it was because she knew very little about Lu Zhiheng.

When he wants to reject someone, he always acts solely on his conscience and never considers anyone else's feelings.

"Sorry, it's not convenient."