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

Wen Song had just put down the ingredients when Wen Miaomiao impatiently rushed out to knock on Lu Zhiheng's door.

To be honest, she felt quite helpless, especially as she got closer to that door, which was as cold and stern as Lu Zhiheng's expression, the stronger the invisible sense of oppression became.

There were moments when she even considered giving up, but when she turned around and saw Wen Miaomiao huddled behind her door staring at her, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue forward.

Lu Zhiheng had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom when the doorbell suddenly rang. He thought it was Shang Yang, so he casually tied the belt of his bathrobe and went to open the door.

Wen Song had already rang the doorbell three times, but there was no response from inside. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Wen Miaomiao, implying that Lu Zhiheng was not home, so it was not her fault for not coming to invite him.

However, just as she was about to turn and leave, the door opened with a click.

Wen Song was startled and looked up abruptly, only to be met with a shocking scene.

The man had probably just taken a shower; his black bathrobe was half-open, revealing his well-defined chest muscles. Tiny water droplets still clung to his skin, slowly rolling down the grooves and disappearing beneath his black belt.

"Little, little uncle!"

Not to mention Lu Zhiheng, even Zhou Shijing and Wen Song had never seen him like that before. In a panic, they quickly closed their eyes and turned around, their backs taut.

Lu Zhiheng was also caught off guard. He never expected that it would be Wen Song knocking on the door. His brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand to adjust his open robe, his fingertips deftly tightening the belt. After confirming that everything was in order, he coughed lightly and asked, "Did you need something?"

Wen Song still didn't dare to turn around, her fingertips fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her voice low and embarrassed, "Uncle, Miao Miao and I are planning to have hot pot tonight. We were wondering if you would like to come and eat with us?"

Lu Zhiheng's gaze could only see the girl's tense back, her round head, and the tips of her ears, which were flushed red with shyness.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't help but think that if her ears were already this red, her face would probably be even redder. Her skin was snow-white, and when her face turned red, it would make her doe-like eyes look even darker.

Lu Zhiheng's mind wandered for only a few seconds. Realizing that his thoughts had strayed, he calmly banished the fantasy from his mind.

"No need, a friend is coming over later."

As soon as Lu Zhiheng finished speaking, the elevator doors opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out.

The man had a pair of amorous, almond-shaped eyes. When he first saw a woman standing at Lu Zhiheng's door, his eyes and brows revealed a hint of surprise. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the woman looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a couple of seconds, he remembered.

"Oh, isn't this my nephew's wife? Wen..."

"Hello, my name is Wen Song."

Wen Song was incredibly grateful for the man's appearance; otherwise, she didn't know how much longer the awkward situation with Lu Zhiheng would have lasted.

She also remembered this man; on Zhong Ze's birthday, he sat with Lu Zhiheng the whole time.

"Yes, Wen Song."

Shang Yang struck up a conversation with her familiarly, "Are you here to see your uncle?"

Wen Song nodded, her face flushing again as she recalled what she had just witnessed. "I was originally planning to invite my uncle to my house for hot pot, but since he has guests..."

"How about hot pot?"

Shang Yang glanced at the poker face inside the door. It was nowhere near as interesting to look at him as it was to his obedient nephew's wife in front of him.

"Where do you live? Would you mind if we had an extra pair of chopsticks? I haven't had dinner yet either."

"what?"

Wen Song paused for a second, then, a beat slow, pointed to the door across the street, "My house is right across the street."

After saying that, she pursed her lips and added softly, "I just moved here a few days ago. If you and your uncle don't mind, you're welcome to come over for hot pot."

"Oh, you live right across the street."

Shang Yang deliberately dragged out his words and gave Lu Zhiheng a meaningful look.

When he first learned that the apartment across the street on the same floor also belonged to Lu Zhiheng, he approached him repeatedly, offering a high price to buy it, hoping to become his neighbor.

Lu Zhiheng remained unmoved, preferring to leave the house vacant rather than sell it to him. He even spoke with great conviction, saying that he disliked noise and never wanted to be disturbed by neighbors in his life.

It hasn't been long since then, and not only has he found a neighbor, but she's also a well-behaved and beautiful young girl. Even though the two are separated by status and generation, it doesn't stop Shang Yang from cursing him in his heart for prioritizing women over friends.

"Then your uncle and I will definitely go over there to help you with the housewarming party."

Shang Yang smiled and then glanced at Lu Zhiheng, who remained silent. "Neighbors should visit each other, right, Lao Lu?"

Since Shang Yang had already said that, how could Lu Zhiheng say anything to refuse? He nodded slightly to Wen Song and said, "I'll change my clothes before I go over."

Wen Song couldn't wait to escape. "Okay, I'll go back and get ready!"

Wen Song took quick, short steps, and Shang Yang watched with interest. "What did you do to your nephew's wife? Look how scared she is, her skinny legs are practically blurry from running away."

Lu Zhiheng subtly withdrew his gaze from the slender figure and turned to walk straight into the house.

Shang Yang didn't mind his cold face at all and followed him inside.

"Hey, what's going on? How did she suddenly become your neighbor?"

Lu Zhiheng could certainly tell that Shang Yang was joking, and explained in a calm tone, "I had some problems with Shi Jing, so my sister temporarily placed me here."

"Oh, I see."

Shang Yang pressed on, "Is the problem serious? Hey, don't blame me for being nosy, but you were abroad recently, so you probably don't know. Zhou Shijing has been acting a bit outrageously lately. What I mean is, why don't you talk to your sister? If she still wants to keep her nephew's wife, she'd better keep a close eye on her son."

"Is Zhou Shijing acting recklessly?"

Lu Zhiheng frowned. "How is it absurd?"

Shang Yang shared some information he knew with Lu Zhiheng: "He changes female companions every two or three days, with all kinds of women, from plump to slender, models and minor celebrities. He always brings them to crowded places, as if he's afraid people won't know that he, Young Master Zhou, is playing around with women outside of his fiancée."

After listening, Lu Zhiheng remained silent for a moment, then said, "Let him be. He's over twenty years old, not a child. He doesn't need anyone to teach him how to do things all the time."

Shang Yang raised an eyebrow. "You can't just let him bully people like this. The little girl looks so gentle and obedient, how can you be so heartless?"

Lu Zhiheng had just recalled certain scenes: that night in the pouring rain, her solitary figure walking alone; sitting in his car, her back to him, silently shedding tears; fainting from fear and panic when Zhou Shijing publicly proposed to cancel the engagement…

I wonder if Wen Song has heard about these things. If she has, will she hide somewhere and secretly shed tears again?

Thinking about all this, Lu Zhiheng's mind suddenly became somewhat agitated.

He reached over and picked up a glass of water from the coffee table, taking several sips in a row. The feeling of suffocation that he couldn't understand the cause of finally dissipated.

"Shi Jing and she have broken off their engagement. They are both free now."