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

Wen Song hurriedly stepped into the sedan chair, and at the same time, his face flushed and he respectfully called out, "Uncle."

Out of politeness, I pressed further, "Did you just get home from a business trip?"

Lu Zhiheng gave a casual reply, not probing at all about why she had moved here, his tone relaxed and natural: "Shouldn't you be at school at this time?"

Mentioning this, Wen Song's tense expression relaxed slightly. She gestured to the documents in her hand, "I just went to the school to complete the procedures for my off-campus internship."

Seeing Lu Zhiheng looking at her with a slightly questioning gaze, Wen Song's cheeks involuntarily flushed even hotter, and she reflexively wanted to lower her head.

But in that instant when she lowered her head, she suddenly remembered the promise she had made to Lu Zhiheng. She encouraged herself silently and resolutely raised her eyes to meet his gaze. "Uncle, I passed the interview. I'll be reporting to Lu's Group tomorrow."

She tilted her head back, trying to overcome her inner turmoil, and met his gaze with a resolute expression, but Lu Zhiheng could still see a hint of a "go-for-broke" mentality in her eyes.

Beneath his glasses, a hint of warmth softened in his deep eyes as he uttered two words softly, "Pretty good."

He had no intention of saying anything more, worried about putting unnecessary pressure on her, but seeing that the girl was still looking at him solemnly, as if waiting for his further guidance, he could only speak slowly again, "There are many rules in the company. If you don't understand something, ask your seniors. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. Just relax and get some experience."

"Yes, I've got it. Uncle, I'll work hard."

Wen Song nodded earnestly, and in Lu Zhiheng's eyes, she looked just like a well-behaved and obedient student in front of her teacher.

At this moment, the elevator had arrived at the floor where the two were. Wen Song stood near the door and stepped out first. He then stood upright outside the elevator and patiently waited for Lu Zhiheng to come out with his suitcase before softly saying, "Then, Uncle, I'll head back first."

Lu Zhiheng looked up at the door that had been empty when he left, but now it had become the home of the girl in front of him.

"Get some rest early, don't be late tomorrow."

After saying this, the two left in opposite directions at the same time. The combination locks popped open almost simultaneously. As soon as Lu Zhiheng opened the door, a sweet and gentle voice came from behind him, "Miaomiao, I'm back."

This voice was completely different from the low, soft tone she had carefully suppressed in the elevator, yet it perfectly matched the voice of the woman in the video who was dubbed "sweet girl" by netizens.

Lu Zhiheng was now certain that the voice in the video was her own, without any voice alteration or deliberate disguise.

The next day, Wen Song got up very early and made breakfast for Wen Miaomiao before leaving the house. Wen Miaomiao was still asleep.

She was dressed in simple and appropriate clothes, with light makeup, and was standing quietly in front of the elevator waiting. The door opposite her opened with a "click", and two men in smart suits walked out one after the other.

The one walking in front had a style of dress that matched his character – calm and reserved, with impeccable taste and impeccable tailoring, every detail perfectly tailored.

He had a calm expression as he patiently listened to his assistant's work report.

After the two walked up to her, Wen Song took a break while her assistant was talking and greeted Lu Zhiheng.

"Good morning, Uncle!"

Lu Zhiheng was only momentarily stunned by the fact that he had run into Wen Song as soon as he stepped out the door early in the morning. He quickly regained his composure and stood about a meter away from Wen Song.

"Good morning."

Wen Song turned slightly to the side and greeted Lu Zhiheng's assistant, "Good morning!"

She remembered him; it was during that heavy rain that he came down with an umbrella and invited her into Lu Zhiheng's car.

Zhu He was clearly still a bit taken aback by the fact that her boss had suddenly acquired a neighbor, and that the neighbor was actually his future nephew's wife. She hesitated for a couple of seconds before nodding and replying, "Good morning, Ms. Wen. I'm Mr. Lu's assistant, and my name is Zhu He."

Wen Song nodded, but before she could say anything, Lu Zhiheng said calmly, "Wen Song will be interning at the company today. When you see her at the company, just call her by her name."

Congratulations, but even more unexpectedly, the boss's nephew's wife is coming to Lu's for an internship? Which department exactly? Judging from the boss's words, are they trying to keep their relationship a secret?

As these questions flashed through her mind, Wen Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had originally planned to bring it up with Lu Zhiheng, but she didn't want to reveal their close relationship at the company.

Firstly, she has already broken off her engagement with Zhou Shijing, and her entanglement with Lu Zhiheng is difficult to discuss and is awkward at every turn. Secondly, she got the job through her own hard work and doesn't want to be criticized by others in the future for having connections with Lu Zhiheng.

Congratulations, and you responded with a steadfast "Yes."

The three of them entered the elevator at the same time. Lu Zhiheng stood at the front, while Wen Song pressed the floor button and stood slightly behind, next to Zhu He.

Lu Zhiheng glanced indifferently at the lit number "1" and asked, "How are you getting to the company?"

When Wen Song met Lu Zhiheng's gaze in the elevator mirror, she realized that Lu Zhiheng was talking to her. She quickly straightened up and replied, "I want to walk there. It's very close to the Lu Group. I've tried it twice before, and it only takes twenty minutes at a normal pace."

Lu Zhiheng hesitated for two seconds, then nodded, "Be careful on the road."

The words had barely left his mouth when they arrived at the first floor. Wen Song stepped out of the elevator, turned around and looked at the two people inside, "Goodbye, Uncle; goodbye, Assistant Zhu."

The elevator doors closed again, completely shutting out the oppressive atmosphere that had almost suffocated her.

Wen Song took a deep breath, and his shoulders slumped. He had just returned to the country last night, and they had already run into each other twice. If they were to run into each other frequently in the future, wouldn't she have to endure this torment every day?

Wen Song's new department has a total of six employees, four women and two men. After the manager introduced them to each other, he directly called out one of the men, "Xia Lang, you will be in charge of mentoring Wen Song during her internship."

The man named Xia Lang looked quite young, probably around the same age as Zhou Shijing. They were also similar in build, but compared to Zhou Shijing's cool and handsome demeanor, Xia Lang was more sunny and approachable. When he smiled, he had two dimples on his cheeks.

"Understood, Manager Lin!"

He put his index and middle fingers together, lightly touched his forehead, and made a salute. Then he called out to Wen Song, "Songsong, come here. Let me show you around your workstation."

The word "Songsong" immediately brought the two closer, and Wen Song's tense heart calmed down. After getting a general understanding of the daily work with Xia Lang, she began to slowly familiarize herself with the office software.

Midway through the delivery, a delivery guy came in carrying a huge pile of milk tea and desserts. "Excuse me, is Mr. Xia here? Your delivery has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Xia Lang stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Everyone, to welcome Songsong to our team, I'd like to treat you all to afternoon tea!"

"Wow! Brother Lang is so generous!"

"Wow, it's from Yipinxuan! Brother Lang really went all out!"

"Songsong, we're all thanks to you today."

Xia Lang laughed heartily, "That's right, since Songsong is the first intern I've ever mentored. You'll all have plenty of opportunities to benefit from her success in the future."

"Huh? Is that the reason? Isn't it because Songsong is too beautiful?"

The sounds of laughter and chatter instantly made Wen Song feel like she belonged in the group. A faint smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Brother Lang. I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight. I'm new here, so I'll need your help in the future."

"What are you treating me to?" Xia Lang waved his hand dismissively. "You're just an intern, you haven't even worked a full day yet, why are you wasting money like that?"

A girl with cute little tiger teeth slid her office chair over to Wen Song, put her arm on the edge of her desk, and winked at her. "That's right, Song Song, don't be shy. Our Brother Lang is a well-known rich second-generation in the company. He's loaded. This afternoon tea isn't even enough for him to buy a drink. You can just enjoy it without worry."

Wen Song blinked her long eyelashes. "Then I'll treat everyone when I get paid. Tomorrow I'll bring you some homemade desserts first."

She added softly, "That doesn't cost any money."

The girl with the small tiger teeth immediately exclaimed, "Wow! You can make desserts? You're so skillful!"

Wen Song was a little embarrassed by the praise. "It's just a hobby. If you like what you've had, I can make it for you often in the future."