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

As soon as Wen Song got home, she went straight to the kitchen. Behind her, Wen Miaomiao's gossipy nature reached its peak at this moment. "Hey, what did you just see? Why did you suddenly react so strongly? And you were facing away from the front door, I could see your face turning red even from that far away."

"It's nothing."

While busy tending to the vegetables in the pool, Wen Song blushed and replied, "Maybe it's because I suddenly saw him in his pajamas that I felt a little uncomfortable."

Wen Miaomiao gave a light "humph." "Miss Wen, it's very unethical to deceive children. I don't believe that a piece of loungewear could make you feel so uncomfortable, like you've seen a ghost."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Wen Song's ear, "Unless, it's a handsome male ghost, the kind with disheveled clothes..."

With a "crack," the cucumber in Wen Song's hand was abruptly broken in two.

Wen Miaomiao saw this and chuckled, "Such a big reaction! What's wrong? Did I really hit the nail on the head? Lu Zhiheng really opened the door for you disheveled?"

"no."

Wen Song felt that if he didn't explain, Wen Miaomiao's little brain would soon be filled with all sorts of messy images.

"He wasn't disheveled, he was just wearing a bathrobe, and the collar was... slightly open."

Wen Song's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, the images replaying in his mind simultaneously as he spoke them aloud.

"Oh...so, you're so shy because you saw something you shouldn't have?"

Wen Miaomiao nudged Wen Song's shoulder teasingly, "Lu Zhiheng is a discipline maniac. He works out every day, so he must have a great physique, right?"

"No! I didn't see anything."

Wen Song just wanted to end the topic as soon as possible, so she turned around and pushed Wen Miaomiao to leave, saying, "You should leave now, don't affect my work progress here."

Wen Song specially bought a hot pot with two broths and personally prepared two broths: one side was a sweet and sour tomato broth, and the other side was a fresh and light mushroom broth.

When Lu Zhiheng and Shang Yang knocked on the door and entered, all kinds of ingredients had already been washed, cut, and prepared, and were neatly arranged on clean white porcelain plates.

The hot pot, divided into two sections, was bubbling and preheating on the induction cooker, releasing a rich aroma that instantly filled the entire living room with warmth.

Shang Yang brought over a bottle of Lu Zhiheng's wine and gave it to Wen Song, saying, "I came in a hurry, so this is just a way of offering my congratulations. I wish you a prosperous new home and all the best!"

Wen Song politely thanked her and had just accepted the gift when Wen Miaomiao casually remarked from the side, "Sister Song is allergic to alcohol and cannot drink."

Shang Yang was unaware of this. He paused for a second, then turned to look at the composed Lu Zhiheng. "Old Lu, you know Songsong is allergic to alcohol, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Lu Zhiheng had just finished looking around the room. He had personally decided on the hard decoration here back then. It was all in cool black, white and gray tones, just like the style of the house he usually lived in, full of aloof and cold feeling.

But now, thanks to Lu Yun's arrangement, the room is filled with a soft and warm atmosphere, completely devoid of the original blandness and coldness, and exuding warmth everywhere.

He silently withdrew his gaze and replied to Shang Yang nonchalantly, "You didn't ask me."

The way he spoke was exactly like Wen Miaomiao's. Wen Song thought to himself, the two were indeed father and daughter.

She laughed and spoke up to defuse the situation, "It's okay, Miaomiao and I don't drink, but you and your uncle can. We don't have any wine prepared here."

Shang Yang still felt quite apologetic. "Songsong, I'll make up for it with a gift next time."

Then, looking at Lu Zhiheng, who had come empty-handed, she said, "Even if I delivered it to the wrong person, at least I knew not to show up empty-handed. But what about some people? They were even called 'little uncle' by Songsong, how could they have the nerve to come with nothing but their mouths?"

This was the first time Wen Song had witnessed Shang Yang and Lu Zhiheng's way of getting along. She was surprised, yet secretly a little amused.

But she dared not actually laugh out loud. She secretly glanced at Lu Zhiheng's expression, afraid that Shang Yang's words would make him feel embarrassed.

He quickly said, "It's alright, it's just a casual meal, there was no need to bring gifts."

Lu Zhiheng's face remained as calm as ever. He glanced sideways at Shang Yang, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Who told you I came empty-handed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a red envelope, and handed it directly to Wen Song, his deep voice slowly saying, "Congratulations on your housewarming! May everything go smoothly for you."

Shang Yang: "...No, Lao Lu, when did you prepare red envelopes? How come I didn't know?"

Lu Zhiheng said calmly, "At that time, you were busy robbing my liquor cabinet."

Wen Song was slightly taken aback. This was just a temporary place for her to stay, not her own home, and it couldn't really be considered a housewarming.

She could accept the bottle of wine Shang Yang sent, but Lu Zhiheng's red envelope was far too heavy.

After careful consideration, Wen Song gently pushed the red envelope back, saying, "Uncle, it's just a simple meal, you don't need to be so polite."

There's no reason for Lu Zhiheng to take back what he's given away. "Take it. It's not much, just for good luck."

One of them was unwilling to accept it, while the other insisted on not taking it back. Wen Miaomiao couldn't stand it anymore, clicked her tongue, and took it for Wen Song, stuffing it directly into her pocket. "It would be impolite to refuse your uncle's kind offer."

Wen Song: "..."

Shang Yang found this little girl interesting. "Songsong, is this your sister?"

Wen Song exclaimed "Huh?" and quickly shook her head. "No, she's my classmate's younger sister, but she's about the same age as my sister."

Shang Yang looked the two of them up and down. "But I think you two look alike, especially your eyes, they're like they were made from the same mold."

Shang Yang hadn't mentioned it, and Lu Zhiheng hadn't noticed it yet. But after taking a look, he realized that, just as Shang Yang had said, the two had some similar facial features.

"Maybe this is fate." Seeing that Wen Song didn't know what to say for a moment, Wen Miaomiao took the initiative to continue the conversation, "Sister Song and I even have the same surname."

She smiled at Shang Yang and Lu Zhiheng, "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Wen Miaomiao."

Shang Yang smiled in response, "Shang Yang, you are a friend of your sister Songsong's uncle. According to seniority, you and your sister Songsong should call me uncle, but I don't like being called that old. So, let's address each other separately. You can call me brother."

Wen Miaomiao greeted him generously, "Brother Shang Yang."

The atmosphere seemed to liven up instantly, and Wen Song gradually became less reserved, inviting everyone to sit down at the dining table.

Wen Miaomiao's words were all aimed at winning her favor, "Brother Shangyang, Uncle, don't be fooled by the fact that these ingredients were bought ready-made. The broth was personally cooked by Sister Songsong. How does it smell? Doesn't it smell especially delicious?"

Lu Zhiheng didn't know that Wen Song could cook in addition to making desserts. He tried a piece of green vegetable and found that it tasted pretty good.

Shang Yang's emotional value was much higher than his, nodding and praising her repeatedly. He said that the hot pot base she cooked was better than any hot pot restaurant he had ever eaten at, and he also praised Wen Song, saying that it was rare to find a girl who was so young, beautiful and could cook.

Lu Zhiheng looked at Wen Song through the rising steam. The girl had her eyes lowered, a faint smile on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the steam or from being shy after being praised by Shang Yang, two faint blushes appeared on her face.

Wen Song had been listening silently to Wen Miaomiao and Shang Yang talking. Feeling that she hadn't heard Lu Zhiheng's voice for a long time, she quietly looked up at him.

He didn't eat any food; he held a clear glass in his hand, staring at the liquid inside, lost in thought.

The warm light shone on his profile, making his superior features even clearer in Wen Song's eyes. Her gaze unconsciously lingered on his high, straight nose, which seemed to look exactly like Wen Miaomiao's.