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

Wen Song had never secretly photographed anyone, especially not Lu Zhiheng—her uncle whom she had been afraid of since childhood, and now her boss.

But she simply couldn't resist the dozen or so "please" and "please" emojis that Dong Wen sent in a row.

After mentally preparing himself, Xia Lang saw Wen Song quietly raise his phone and point it at President Lu's table.

"Songsong, you've only been with the company for two days, and you've already become a fan of President Lu's looks?"

Face powder?

Wen Song quickly denied it, "No."

Feeling guilty, she lowered her voice and explained to Xia Lang, "Sister Dong Wen asked me to take some photos of President Lu for her."

Hearing this, Xia Lang nodded knowingly, then leaned closer to her and lowered his voice, mimicking her, "Then try to be as discreet as possible, and don't get discovered."

Wen Song had already pointed the camera at Lu Zhiheng. It has to be said that Lu Zhiheng's looks are indeed top-notch; any candid shot of him could be used as a screensaver.

Wen Song had already taken two photos of his profile and was just about to call it a day when the man on the screen suddenly turned his head, his sharp, cold eyes staring straight at her, as if trying to penetrate the screen and reach into Wen Song's heart.

Wen Song was so frightened that her hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone. She didn't dare to look Lu Zhiheng in the eye for even a second, like a student caught doing something wrong in class, burying her head deeply.

"Brother Lang, we're doomed, I think I've been found out."

"It's alright, it's alright. Mr. Lu may seem serious, but he's always been very kind to us junior employees..."

Xia Lang was speaking when he felt a scorching gaze. He instinctively looked up and met Lu Zhiheng's extremely oppressive eyes. The gaze was both warning and intimidating; in short, cold sweat poured down Xia Lang's back. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Damn it, why is it you who took the photos, but I'm the one who got warned?"

Dong Wen finally waited for Wen Song to return to the office, then excitedly slid her office chair over to her side. "How did it go? How did it go? Did you get the photos?"

Wen Song nodded, "We did get the photos."

Dong Wen exclaimed excitedly, "You got the picture? Hurry up and send it to me!"

Wen Song lowered her head, somewhat ashamed, "But I deleted them all, so, Sister Dong Wen, I can't send them to you."

Dong Wen's burning passion was instantly extinguished, leaving only a wisp of white smoke rising from it. "No, why?"

"You still have the nerve to ask why?" Xia Lang chimed in, "Songsong almost got caught by President Lu just now while trying to take photos for you."

"Huh? Mr. Lu found out about you?"

Dong Wen was shocked. "Didn't I tell you to take pictures discreetly? You shoved your phone right in someone's face?"

Wen Song: "..."

She also felt a little frustrated, "I was quite far away, maybe Mr. Lu is very vigilant and sensitive to cameras."

Xia Lang shuddered at the memory of that cold gaze. "Anyway, President Lu looked really bad. He probably didn't lash out because the client was there. We'd better be careful with our words these next few days and make sure we don't run into trouble."

Is Lu Zhiheng angry?

Wen Song's heart tightened. She had been so busy looking down in a panic that she hadn't paid any attention to Lu Zhiheng's expression. Now, hearing Xia Lang's words, she felt uneasy.

Actually, if you put yourself in their shoes, you can understand.

Even a normal person would be bothered if they were secretly photographed for no reason, let alone someone of his status. Every word and action represents the Lu Group. If the photos were to be leaked, it would indeed cause a lot of trouble for him or the company.

She silently exhaled a breath of stale air, secretly thinking that she needed to find an opportunity to apologize to him in person.

After getting off work, Wen Song hurriedly packed up and rushed home to make a cake for Lu Zhiheng. She remembered that he had mentioned not liking sweets, so she repeatedly adjusted the recipe, reducing the amount of granulated sugar and keeping only a light milky aroma.

Wen Miaomiao was still a little unhappy as she left with the cake. "Are you sure you really not coming with me?"

Wen Song nodded. "Agreed."

He also reminded Wen Miaomiao, "Don't drink any of the drinks there, some of them contain alcohol."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

Wen Miaomiao waved her hand, "Even if you don't go, remember to send Lu Zhiheng a birthday greeting text message."

This child has also been extremely worried about her and Lu Zhiheng.

Wen Song replied helplessly, "I will send it. Have fun."

Shangding Club, top-tier private rooms.

Lu Zhiheng sat in the center of the black leather sofa, casually swirling the amber-colored liquor in his glass with his fingertips.

Most of those who came to celebrate his birthday were children from wealthy families who grew up with him, a few were his and Shang Yang's high school classmates, and some were unfamiliar faces, who were friends of his friends.

In short, the room was filled with laughter and noise, and was very lively.

Shang Yang had just finished greeting everyone when he plopped down next to Lu Zhiheng. "Anyone who didn't know better would think it was my birthday. Hey, birthday boy, you should at least get up and move around a bit. Everyone here today came for you."

Lu Zhiheng remained unmoved, not even glancing at him. "I already said I wouldn't do it. You're the one who's making all the trouble."

Shang Yang chuckled, "How many times in a lifetime do you turn thirty? All this effort and care is for you to have an unforgettable birthday."

As they were talking, the door to the private room was pushed open. Shang Yang looked up and his smile widened. "Look, the highlight of tonight, the surprise I arranged for you, has arrived."

Lu Zhiheng was not interested in Shang Yang's so-called surprise at all. He took a sip of wine before slowly lifting his eyes.

What came into his view was a woman wearing a beige coat, tall and slender, with long, curly hair casually draped over her shoulders, swaying lightly with the rhythm of her movements.

Lu Zhiheng's deep eyes narrowed slightly, which, in Shang Yang's eyes, gave the impression that he was completely overwhelmed by surprise.

He was secretly pleased with himself. Just as the woman was about to walk up to them, he leaned close to Lu Zhiheng with a teasing look and said, "She just got back to the country, and I got in touch with her for you. You'd better remember this favor, brother."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman approached, giving Lu Zhiheng a generous smile. "Hi, Zhiheng, long time no see!"

In Shang Yang's imagination, the scene of two people who have been separated for many years and suddenly meet again should be one of joy, happiness, and tears of joy.

He was even prepared to get up at any moment to make room for them. However, just as he made the movement to stand up, his friend, after a moment of silence, posed a crucial question to the woman: "Excuse me, who are you?"

With a "smash," the woman's heart shattered into pieces.

Even more devastated than a woman's heart was Shang Yang's. He clutched his chest, looking at Lu Zhiheng in disbelief. "Old Lu, have you really forgotten or are you just teasing us? This Zheng Shuang, she's our high school classmate, your deskmate back then!"

Lu Zhiheng frowned, looking at the woman's unfamiliar face, and tried hard to recall the name. Finally, his expression relaxed a little.

"How is it? Do you remember now?"

Shang Yang let out a breath. Lu Zhiheng had always been averse to the opposite sex since he was a child. Zheng Shuang, the only one who was allowed to sit next to him, was an exception at the time. Especially later, when the Zheng family had a problem, Lu Zhiheng even used his first pot of gold to sponsor her to study abroad.

He always thought she was special to Lu Zhiheng, which is why he presented Zheng Shuang to Lu Zhiheng as a surprise this time.

"I remember now, it's been a long time."

Lu Zhiheng's answer was official and devoid of any emotion. Anyone with a discerning eye would assume that Lu Zhiheng was giving Zheng Shuang face so that she wouldn't be embarrassed in front of so many people in the private room.

Only Shang Yang understood that he hadn't even given Zheng Shuang face; at most, he just didn't want her to think he was being clever and that his busy work made him look like an idiot.