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

Wen Miaomiao had already arrived at the place the two had agreed upon. When Wen Song arrived, she was sitting on a stool, leisurely swinging her legs, with a straw in her mouth.

"That's excellent, Ms. Wen. You passed the interview so smoothly."

Wen Song gently pulled out the chair opposite Wen Miaomiao and sat down, a shy smile appearing on her lips. "Well, because it's related to my major, and the questions the interviewer asked happened to be ones I had encountered before."

When talking about her new job, Wen Song's face radiated confidence.

Wen Miaomiao was infected by her happy mood, "I told you before, every day you are away from Zhou Shijing, you will be radiant and dazzling."

Wen Song was initially quite happy, but after hearing Wen Miaomiao's words, she couldn't laugh anymore. After calling the waiter to order, she looked at Wen Miaomiao again and said, "Miaomiao, there's something I want to discuss with you. Aunt Yun just contacted me and said she was worried about me living alone in this apartment, so she found me a new place to stay."

After Wen Song finished speaking, she carefully observed Wen Miaomiao's expression. Sure enough, after hearing this, her face immediately darkened, and her lips tightened into a thin line. "So, you mean you're going to abandon me and move away alone?"

"Of course not."

Wen Song was surprised that Wen Miaomiao's attention was on this, and quickly waved her hand, "Even if we move, we will definitely take you with us. How could we leave you here alone?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Miaomiao's expression relaxed, and she said "Oh," "Then why are you still discussing this with me? If you want to move, then just move."

Wen Song tentatively said, "I'm worried you'll be unhappy. If you don't want to move, then I definitely won't move either."

Wen Miaomiao was clever enough to understand Wen Songming's unspoken meaning without him having to say it. A fleeting unease crossed her face, and she scoffed, "I just simply don't like Zhou Shijing, I didn't mean I hate everyone around him too."

Does this mean you agree to move in with her?

Wen Song's last excuse for going back on his word was gone.

Since that's the case, we can only accept it calmly.

After thinking it through, Wen Song wasn't so conflicted anymore. "The environment there is nice, you should like it. After we eat and go home, we'll pack our luggage."

The next morning, the moving company came to the apartment and loaded Wen Song and Wen Miaomiao's luggage into their car.

As the car entered the residential area, Wen Miaomiao's previously listless eyes suddenly lit up. "The new address Lu Yun found for you is in Yunjin Pavilion?"

Wen Song turned her head to look at her, "What's wrong?"

Wen Miaomiao smiled and looked at Wen Song mysteriously, "Your future darling husband lives here."

Wen Song has now developed a stress response to the word "husband." Every time she hears the word from Wen Miaomiao, the name Lu Zhiheng will uncontrollably flash through her mind.

The thought came unexpectedly, briefly yet intensely, followed by an inexplicable sense of unease and fear. A strange, presumptuous, and disrespectful feeling arose in her heart, causing her to become slightly flustered.

She didn't know that Lu Zhiheng lived in this neighborhood, but upon closer reflection, it wasn't surprising at all that someone of his status lived there.

"Vast and insignificant,"

"stop!"

Before Wen Song could finish speaking, Wen Miaomiao raised her hand to stop him, "I know, I'm not allowed to mention him in front of you."

Despite saying that, Wen Miaomiao didn't think that way at all, especially when they were standing in the familiar corridor of the floor, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

Wen Song was completely oblivious to the change in Wen Miaomiao's expression beside her. She followed Lu Yun on a tour of the house while listening to Lu Yun's detailed instructions.

"You can change the front door password yourself later. Use the things in the house for now, and just tell Aunt Yun if you need anything."

Wen Song nodded obediently, "Thank you, Aunt Yun. Everything here is complete, so there shouldn't be anything missing."

"What are you thanking me for? You're so polite with Aunt Yun."

Only now did Lu Yun feel at ease. She patted Wen Song's hand and said, "Alright, Aunt Yun has a meeting at the company, so I'll be leaving now. You and Miao Miao can get to know each other here slowly."

As she was changing her shoes and walking outside, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, your uncle lives right across from you. If there's anything important, just go and knock on his door. He may seem cold on the outside, but he actually cares a lot about you younger generation. Don't feel like you're bothering him."

Wen Song was completely dumbfounded. It wasn't surprising that Lu Zhiheng lived in this neighborhood, but living right across from her was... well...

Lu Yun had already left, but Wen Song still hadn't reacted when Wen Miaomiao slowly strolled up to her, waved in front of her eyes, and said, "Miss Wen? Are you overwhelmed by the surprise?"

Wen Song snapped out of her daze and looked at Wen Miaomiao with a resentful expression. "You knew your uncle lived here all along, why didn't you remind me?"

Wen Miaomiao chuckled, "The point is you didn't even ask, you wouldn't even let me mention their name."

She tilted her head, teasing her deliberately, "What's wrong? If you don't have anything for her, why are you so nervous for no reason?"

Wen Song's cheeks flushed. "Whoever is nervous is... unprepared."

Good heavens, she was still overcoming her fear of Lu Zhiheng, but now, living right across from him, the heavy sense of oppression had already enveloped her even before she saw him.

Lu Zhiheng had just finished a negotiation and returned to his residence abroad when he received a call from Shang Yang, "Old Lu, is that matter still unresolved?"

Lu Zhiheng loosened his tie as he walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice water, and said, "That's about it. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll head back the day after tomorrow."

He put his phone on speakerphone, placed it on the island counter, unscrewed the water bottle, tilted his head back, and took a sip. Shang Yang's laughing voice came from the other end of the line, "That's perfect, you can go back to China for your birthday! Everyone was just suggesting we throw you a birthday party."

Lu Zhiheng has never liked noise, and he refused without hesitation, "Thanks, but I don't need it, it's too noisy."

"In previous years, we could just have a casual celebration, but this is your thirtieth birthday. You've reached the age of thirty, so we have to make it a bit lively. You're not allowed to spoil the fun."

Lu Zhiheng leaned lazily against the island counter. "Want me to give you a megaphone so you can sing it to everyone? I'm thirty this year, aren't I?"

"No need for that. Anyway, it's settled then."

After saying this with a smile, Shang Yang mysteriously added, "There will be a mystery guest at the event. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised when you see him."

surprise?

This word was practically unheard of for Lu Zhiheng, who was emotionally stable and had never lacked anything growing up.

He didn't take Shang Yang's words to heart at all. After hanging up the phone, he casually checked the unread messages on his phone.

After processing a few work messages, he saw a message Lu Yun had sent him three hours earlier: "Zhiheng, Songsong and the others moved in today. Please take good care of them from now on. Smile, hug.gpj"

Lu Zhiheng pinched his brow bone, and the image of that fair and delicate face, as well as those dark and timid eyes, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

As Lu Zhiheng's finger unconsciously swiped across the screen, he suddenly noticed a small red dot above the contact name "Songsong" on WeChat.

He casually clicked on it and found several unread messages: "Uncle, when you return to China, I'll treat you and Miaomiao to dinner."

Below it is a cat emoji.

The kitten was so well-behaved, and the post-production effects even added two blushes to its cheeks. To be honest, it really did look a bit like the girl blushing.

Lu Zhiheng checked the time and saw that the message was from five days ago. He guessed that he had been dealing with too many work-related messages in the past few days and had suppressed this message.

Looking at the tone, it was Wen Song herself, no longer that little girl. Lu Zhiheng originally wanted to reply to the message politely, but after a little consideration, he felt that too much time had passed and there was no need to reply, so he simply gave up.

As for the video mentioned above, he hadn't watched it during the meeting last time. Judging from what the young girl said, it was probably a video of Wen Song making desserts. He couldn't say whether it was because he had some free time now or something else, but he suddenly became interested and clicked on it.