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

When Wen Miaomiao carried the cake into the private room, she just happened to rescue Shang Yang from that deep sense of frustration.

He chuckled dryly as he got up to greet her, "Miaomiao, why are you so late?"

Then, she subconsciously looked behind her, "Where's your sister Songsong?"

Unbeknownst to Shang Yang, another gaze subtly shifted towards the direction behind Wen Miaomiao.

"Sister Songsong didn't come."

As soon as Wen Miaomiao finished speaking, the gaze that had been fixed on her back was quietly withdrawn.

"Didn't come? Why? You promised last night!"

Wen Miaomiao spoke without any restraint, "I don't want to see Zhou Shijing, but although she didn't come in person, she asked me to bring her gift."

As Wen Miaomiao spoke, she walked up to Lu Zhiheng and respectfully handed him the cake, "Uncle, happy birthday! This cake was made for you by Sister Songsong."

She emphasized the words "personally." Lu Zhiheng glanced at the black and gold cake box, reached out and took it. "Thank you, and please thank her for me too."

"You should tell her yourself."

Wen Miaomiao sat casually next to Lu Zhiheng, effectively blocking Zheng Shuang's affectionate gaze.

She should have sent you a congratulatory text message.

Lu Zhiheng doesn't have the habit of always having his phone with him. Hearing Wen Miaomiao say that, he took out his phone, opened it, and sure enough, he found the tempting little cake avatar among a bunch of people who had sent him congratulatory text messages.

Songsong: Happy Birthday, Uncle! Thank you for your care and support all this time. Wishing you a carefree and prosperous future, with success in your career and peace and happiness year after year! I specially made a low-sugar cake; I hope you like it!

Strangely enough, when Lu Zhiheng silently recited this message in his mind, he imagined the voice from Wen Song's food video, so sweet and soft, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

"It's a pity that you, Sister Songsong, put in such good intentions, but our Lao Lu is known to dislike desserts."

As Shang Yang spoke, he helped Lu Zhiheng unwrap the cake. When he saw the exquisite design, his eyes widened in surprise. "This skill is on par with a professional pastry chef!"

He gestured to Lu Zhiheng, "Just for Songsong's kind intentions, you should at least try a piece today."

He had only said it casually and didn't really expect Lu Zhiheng to agree, but the man, who was focused on looking at his phone, unexpectedly hummed in agreement and said nonchalantly, "Cut me a piece."

Shang Yang: ...

Wen Song was editing videos at home when a message suddenly came in on her phone. She opened it and found that the message was from Lu Zhiheng.

L: Thank you, the cake tastes good.

Wen Song's lips unconsciously curled up; it seemed the sweetness level was just right today.

Songsong: Okay, I've remembered your taste. Next time I make desserts for you, I'll make them this sweet.

After reading the message, Lu Zhiheng didn't reply, but unknowingly finished the cake in his hand.

Zheng Shuang hadn't found a chance to strike up a conversation with Lu Zhiheng, but now she finally found a topic. "It seems that people's likes and dislikes really do change over time. I remember the year we graduated, our classmates ordered a huge cake, and everyone ate it with great relish, except for Zhiheng, who didn't touch it at all."

Seeing that Lu Zhiheng had no intention of paying attention to her, Shang Yang continued along with Zheng Shuang's words, "Let alone more than ten years ago, just recently he was disdainful of these sweet and cloying things. I don't know why he suddenly changed his mind."

"Perhaps it's because the cakes were made by different people?"

Zheng Shuang asked tentatively, "I just heard this little girl say that the cake was made by her older sister. Who is her sister? Do I know her?"

"You don't know her? Her sister is..."

"Shang Yang".

Lu Zhiheng subtly interrupted Shang Yang, "Bring in some snacks that the kids like."

There was only one child here, so it was obvious who the order was for. Shang Yang quickly raised his hand and called over the waiter in the private room.

Lu Zhiheng rarely takes special care of anyone. Zheng Shuang had just heard Wen Miaomiao call Lu Zhiheng "little uncle" and subconsciously assumed that she was a junior member of Lu Zhiheng's family.

Her eyes darted around, and a little scheme formed in her mind. While everyone was chatting, she sat down next to Wen Miaomiao and asked, "Little sister, how old are you this year?"

Wen Miaomiao crunched on a potato chip and replied nonchalantly, "Fourteen."

"Fourteen? So you're in your third year of junior high this year?"

Wen Miaomiao glanced at her, didn't answer, but raised her phone and took a picture of her.

Zheng Shuang immediately became alert, "Why are you taking pictures of me?"

Wen Miaomiao looked down and fiddled with her phone. "I think you're good-looking. Send this to my uncle's sister."

Zheng Shuang knew that Lu Zhiheng had an older sister, and she didn't doubt it at all. She was even secretly happy, as she had at least made an impression on Lu Zhiheng's family.

Her desire to curry favor with Wen Miaomiao intensified. Glancing at Wen Miaomiao's clothes and the row of earrings on her ears, an idea came to her. "Miaomiao, this is fruit wine. It's very sweet. You won't get drunk if you drink a little. Would you like to try some?"

At fourteen, she was in her rebellious phase, and the girl in front of her was clearly a rebel among rebels, and would definitely be interested in these things that represent things that only adults can enjoy.

As expected, after hearing her words, Wen Miaomiao hesitated for only a few seconds before nodding, "Okay, thank you, sister."

Wen Song was halfway through editing the video when her phone rang again. She thought it was Lu Zhiheng replying to her message, but when she opened it, it was Wen Miaomiao.

Miaomiao: Image.

Miaomiao: Miss Wen, your husband's admirer's hoe has already dug up my place.

Wen Song read the message several times before she could roughly understand what Wen Miaomiao meant, and sighed softly in resignation.

Clicking on the picture again, the woman in the photo is very beautiful. Judging from her appearance alone, she and Lu Zhiheng are quite a good match.

Songsong: That's proof enough of your dad's charm! Thumbs up.gpj

Wen Miaomiao: Being a father is too lucrative, and mothers don't feel any sense of crisis. There's no other way but to ruin the daughter.

Wen Song: ? What do you mean?

Wen Miaomiao: In order for my safe delivery in the future, I have manually sped up the progress bar...

Wen Song really didn't understand Wen Miaomiao's meaning, but she had a bad feeling. This child was unconventional in her thinking and acted as she pleased.

I was just about to call her when her phone rang first.

It was an unfamiliar number. As soon as Wen Song answered, a deep voice came from the other end, "Wen Song?"

Wen Song was slightly taken aback, and tentatively called out, "Uncle?"

Lu Zhiheng responded quickly but clearly, "It's like this, Wen Miaomiao ate something and seems to have an allergic reaction. She has developed a lot of red rashes all over her body, and I'm taking her to the hospital right now."

"Allergic reaction? Is it serious?"

Wen Song's voice immediately rose several octaves, and at the same time, he quickly walked towards the door, "Which hospital are you going to? I'm coming right now."