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

After finishing their hot pot meal, Wen Miaomiao and Shang Yang had gotten along very well. When Shang Yang said goodbye and left, he specially invited her and Wen Song, "Tomorrow is your uncle's birthday. We're planning to celebrate for him. If you don't mind, you can come and join us."

Is tomorrow Lu Zhiheng's birthday? Wen Song really didn't know that.

She was thinking of how to politely decline, but Wen Miaomiao beat her to it and readily agreed, "It's my uncle's birthday? Then Songsong and I definitely have to go. Shangyang, can you send us the exact location later?"

Wen Song: "..."

She stood by the door watching Lu Zhiheng and Shang Yang leave. Only after closing the door did her smile fade. "Miaomiao, why did you agree to go to your uncle's birthday celebration with Shang Yang without my permission?"

Wen Miaomiao argued, "Miss Wen, you just received a red envelope from someone. Knowing it's their birthday, it wouldn't be right not to go."

Speaking of this, Wen Song was speechless again. "You accepted the red envelope and agreed to the invitation. In that case, go by yourself tomorrow."

Upon hearing Wen Song's words, Wen Miaomiao immediately became unhappy and chased after him, demanding, "Why aren't you going?"

Wen Song bluntly stated, "Didn't you tell me to stay away from Zhou Shijing? Zhou Shijing will probably be there for my uncle's birthday party. What would I do there? Just ruin his birthday celebration?"

Wen Miaomiao hadn't considered this issue, but she still didn't want to miss this opportunity. "Let him be, we'll be ours, let's just ignore each other, okay?"

Wen Song was adamant, "I'm not going tomorrow anyway. I'll bake a cake after get off work, and you can bring it to me."

The atmosphere was equally tense at Lu Zhiheng's home across the street.

Shang Yang looked at the man standing with his back to him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a puzzled expression. "Wait, why are you unhappy that I invited them? It's more lively with more people, isn't it?"

Looking down at the dazzling lights in the distance, Lu Zhiheng said, "Tomorrow, they'll all be friends of ours. Those two younger girls won't have much fun there."

Shang Yang chuckled. "Why do you always put yourself in a different generation? Why not treat people like peers? Wen Miaomiao is only fourteen this year, and I got along quite well with her tonight. Not to mention Wen Song, he's an adult. Besides, you yourself said that she and Zhou Shijing have already broken off their engagement. Since it's over, what kind of elder or uncle are you to her?"

These words left Lu Zhiheng speechless for a long time.

Shang Yang then joked, "Wen Song is beautiful and has a good personality. The more I get to know her, the more I like her. Anyway, Zhou Shijing doesn't know how to cherish her. Why don't I try harder and turn you, my nephew's wife, into my brother's wife?"

"Shang Yang!"

Lu Zhiheng and Shang Yang had been friends for decades, and it was rare for Lu Zhiheng to address Shang Yang by his full name like this. He turned around, his already cold and stern face now even more somber.

"Watch your words. How can you make jokes like that?"

Shang Yang was just joking, but seeing Lu Zhiheng suddenly get angry, he became interested and deliberately teased him, "Why is it just a joke? A beautiful lady is sought after by a gentleman, and I'm currently single, and I haven't dated anyone as well-behaved as Wen Song."

Shang Yang's tone was half-serious and half-joking, and Lu Zhiheng couldn't tell for a moment whether he was just saying it casually or if he really had something on his mind.

Struggling to suppress the unknown emotions surging within him, Lu Zhiheng tried his best to restore his normal tone.

"You two are not a good match."

Shang Yang pressed further, "What's wrong with it?"

Lu Zhiheng bluntly stated, "Age, experience, family background—none of them are suitable."

Shang Yang clenched his fist and let out a low laugh. "Old Lu, you've really gotten old. I didn't realize your thinking had become so outdated. These days, relationships between grandparents and grandchildren aren't unusual. A ten-year age difference is nothing to brag about. As for experience, while it's important, I think the most crucial thing for two people to get along is compatibility in personality. As for family background, it's even less important. I'm not some spoiled brat who lives off my family, and they don't need me to use marriage to build connections."

If this were a negotiation, Shang Yang's reasons would be more than enough to convince Lu Zhiheng.

However, Wen Song was not a bargaining chip for the two of them, and Lu Zhiheng would not allow Shang Yang to have even the slightest intention towards Wen Song.

As for the reason, he believed that Shang Yang was a womanizer and not worthy of Wen Song's lifelong commitment; it was because he carried the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by Lu Yun, and at the very least, he couldn't let the people around him steal Zhou Shijing's girlfriend...

"In short..." Lu Zhiheng said with unprecedented seriousness, "You are not allowed to make a move on Wen Song."

Wen Song got up early the next day and baked some cookies and cakes to take to the company.

When people saw how delicious the desserts looked, they couldn't believe that Wen Song had actually made them herself.

Xia Lang, in particular, immediately expressed his desire to learn from Wen Song, saying that next month was his sister's birthday and he wanted to bake a cake for her himself.

The two were still discussing the matter while sitting in the restaurant.

Wen Song explained everything to him in great detail, including the ingredients, proportions, and cooking time, so much so that he didn't even notice the group of people walking in at the restaurant entrance.

Lu Zhiheng accompanied a client on a project inspection throughout the morning. It happened to be lunchtime, and the client suggested that they have lunch at Lu's internal canteen.

The moment he entered, he spotted the girl by the window. She was wearing a soft beige sweater and had her hair loosely tied in a low bun. She was holding chopsticks but hadn't eaten a bite, listening intently to the young man across from her.

A barely perceptible ripple flickered in Lu Zhiheng's calm eyes, but his steps never faltered as he led the customers to the dining table.

"That's about it. You can try making it when you get home tonight. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me."

After Wen Song finished speaking, her phone suddenly started beeping with messages. She opened it and saw that they were all from Dong Wen.

Dong Wen: Image.

Dong Wen: Image.

Dong Wen: Oh my god! My crush actually ate lunch at the company cafeteria today?! What a rip-off! I didn't go to the cafeteria all day!! What did I do wrong that God is punishing me like this?

Wen Song clicked on the pictures, and several of them showed Lu Zhiheng's blurry profile. By comparing the backgrounds in the pictures, Wen Song quickly found Lu Zhiheng's location.

Today, he was wearing a charcoal gray suit and a matching matte tie, and was calmly conversing with his clients at the same table.

Some people are born to be in high positions. Even if they are sitting on an ordinary chair in the cafeteria, their imposing aura and innate nobility make them stand out from the noisy environment and easily capture everyone's attention.

Wen Song didn't dare to look any longer and sat up straight to reply to Dong Wen's message.

Wen Song: Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that last little cake today.

Because Wen Song's cooking was so good, Dong Wen couldn't stop eating. She only realized after finishing that she had consumed too many calories that day. After much agonizing thought, she decided to skip lunch to alleviate her guilt.

Dong Wen: Crying uncontrollably.gpj

Dong Wen: Who would have thought that President Lu, who would never even once in eight hundred lifetimes visit the company cafeteria, would actually descend from the heavens today and condescend to dine here!

Dong Wen: Is it too late for me to come over now?

Wen Song had just typed a message asking her to come over, but Dong Wen had already backed out before she could finish editing the message.

Dong Wen: Oh well, never mind. I'm on my period today, and I don't look too good.

Dong Wen: Songsong, could you take a few more close-up photos of my idol? The photos I just found in the company group are all too blurry. Those people who are terrible at taking pictures couldn't even capture a tenth of my idol's handsomeness!

Wen Song: "..."