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

His reply was crisp and direct, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

Zhong Man: "Uh..."

At this moment, Wen Song just wanted to escape this awkward and suffocating atmosphere as quickly as possible. She quietly scratched Zhong Man's palm and whispered, "Let's go back."

Zhong Mancai wouldn't give up easily, especially now that she was observing the man up close and discovered that in addition to his excellent temperament, his facial features were also top-notch, which further strengthened her determination to win him over.

With a determined heart, he pulled Wen Song to sit next to Lu Zhiheng.

"Mr. Lu, you just came back from abroad, right? I often heard my brother and Shi Jing talking about you. They said you're incredibly talented, so young..."

"Miss Chung."

Zhong Man was interrupted by Lu Zhiheng halfway through her sentence.

She wasn't annoyed; a smile played on her lips, her eyes practically glued to Lu Zhiheng. "Yes, Mr. Lu, please go ahead."

Lu Zhiheng didn't even lift his eyelids. "I dislike two types of women the most: those who are noisy and those who are overly proactive."

Zhong Man's smile faltered, but she forced herself to ask, "So, Mr. Lu, which category do you think I fall into?"

She said, half-jokingly and in a lighthearted tone, "You're not going to say that I happen to be both, are you?"

Lu Zhiheng shook his head. "On the contrary, you don't belong to either of those categories."

His tone was casual, but his words were sharp and merciless: "You are about the same age as Wen Song. To me, you are not a woman at all, but at most a young girl who has just come of age."

Nothing could be more insulting than that...

The enthusiasm in Zhong Man's eyes cooled down instantly.

She pouted again and again, finally unable to hold back any longer, and let out a heavy snort, "What's wrong with you, little girl? Why are you talking so venomously? Be careful of karma; who knows, one day you might just fall victim to a girl like us!"

The two girls came swiftly like the wind, then vanished just as quickly.

Shang Yang couldn't help but chuckle, nearly spitting out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk: "Are all young girls these days so vibrant and interesting?"

Lu Zhiheng didn't take the earlier incident to heart at all, and shook his head helplessly: "He's just a naive and ignorant kid who doesn't even know what love is, yet he recklessly uses the guise of liking someone to act impulsively."

Shang Yang completely disagreed, and even seized the opportunity to mock him, "You're not a child anymore, you're almost 360 months old, let's do a quick interview, have you even tasted one of the bittersweet flavors of love?"

Lu Zhiheng shook his head, "I haven't tried it, but judging from how often you change it every month, it must be quite boring."

Shang Yang: ...

Zhong Man had never been so subtly insulted before, and she was so angry that she drank two iced drinks in a row. Wen Song really didn't know how to comfort her, so he gently patted her back and said, "Man Man, don't be angry. Your uncle wasn't targeting you. He's always this direct with everyone."

Zhong Man snorted, "I'm not angry at all. I'm saving my energy to curse him. I curse him to meet an incredibly cute girl the moment he steps out the door, and from then on, fall head over heels in love, unable to extricate himself. In the end, he'll be dumped by the girl for being too old!"

Wen Song: "..."

She really wanted to tell Zhong Man that, given Lu Zhiheng's own qualities and his almost strict standards for choosing a partner, this seemingly vicious curse was unlikely to happen. But after thinking about it, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to throw cold water on her hopes.

As Zhou Shijing's competition drew closer, his training became increasingly intensive, and Wen Song could barely chat with him each day.

It was mostly Wen Song who shared her daily life with him. Zhou Shijing would reply occasionally, but usually it was delayed and rushed. Often, by the time Wen Song saw his message and excitedly replied, she would only get a blank stare.

This intermittent loss of contact continued until the day Zhou Shijing's match ended, when he finally took the initiative to make a video call.

On the screen, he held a golden trophy high, his eyebrows and eyes radiant and dazzling.

"Songsong, look! I won the first place trophy!"

Wen Song was genuinely happy for him. "Yeah, I knew you could do it. Shi Jing is the best!"

Zhou Shijing kissed the trophy deeply, his gaze fixed intently on Wen Song in the camera's view, "On the day we got our marriage certificate, I gave it to you personally."

Wen Song blushed and immediately asked, "Have you booked your plane ticket? When are you coming back?"

"The motorcade has a celebration banquet tonight that I can't cancel, and I'm flying to Bincheng tomorrow to attend a classmate's wedding. I'll decide what to do then."

Wen Song paused slightly, then asked softly, "A classmate's wedding? I've never heard you mention it before?"

Zhou Shijing unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, gulped down several large mouthfuls, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said casually and perfunctorily, "I just received the invitation a while ago, but I've been too busy with training and forgot to tell you."

Wen Song responded softly, her fingertips gently tracing the edge of the screen, suppressing the slight disappointment in her heart. "Then, if we get our marriage certificate the day after tomorrow, will you be able to make it back?"

"able."

He answered crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

He had barely finished speaking when someone called his name from the side. He quickly ended the video call, saying, "I'll talk to you later, I'll text you later."

Before Wen Song could say goodbye, Zhou Shijing's image on the screen had already disappeared.

Wen Song stared blankly at the screen, lost in thought. The unease she had suppressed in the past few days seemed to be making a comeback.

"Songsong, who were you talking to on the phone just now? Was it Shijing?"

Wen Song turned around upon hearing the sound and saw Lu Yun coming down the stairs. To her slight surprise, Lu Zhiheng was also following behind her.

Wen Song had just returned home from school and was unaware that guests had arrived. He quickly stood up from the sofa and stood properly, saying, "Aunt Yun, Uncle."

Looking at Wen Song's restrained and respectful demeanor, which resembled a student facing a strict teacher, Lu Yun couldn't help but turn to tease Lu Zhiheng, "It seems that Shi Jing's words were true. You really scared this child back then. Look how frightened she is by you, she's almost standing at attention and saluting."

Lu Zhiheng's gaze lingered briefly on Wen Song's tense figure before turning to Lu Yun and saying, "Why don't you say it's because you raised her to be too timid?"

Lu Yun wouldn't take the blame for this. "Songsong may be a bit gentle, but that doesn't mean she's timid. She's clearly only afraid of you."

Feeling embarrassed by being discussed so openly by her two elders, Wen Song blushed and changed the subject, "Aunt Yun, Shi Jing won first place in the competition again."

Lu Yun had never really liked her son racing cars, and the results were irrelevant to her, but she still gave him a perfunctory compliment, "Really? That's pretty good."

"He's not just good, he's really amazing."

Wen Song spoke with particular seriousness, and even specifically instructed, "Remember to call and congratulate him later."

Just for winning first place in a race, she, as the mother, has to make a special phone call to congratulate her?

Lu Yun chuckled, but before she could say anything, Lu Zhiheng beside her said calmly, "Cowardly, but fiercely protective of her own, and quite vengeful."

"What did you say?"

Lu Yun didn't understand Lu Zhiheng's meaning for a moment, but Wen Song's cheeks suddenly flushed.

She suspected that she was transparent in front of Lu Zhiheng, and that he could easily see through her every little thought.

Indeed, she still harbored resentment over Lu Yun's words criticizing Zhou Shijing at the Lu family's old residence that day.

Lu Zhiheng is very outstanding, but in her heart, Zhou Shijing is definitely not bad either!

Fortunately, Lu Zhiheng did not expose her, and left directly after saying goodbye to Lu Yun.

After seeing Lu Zhiheng off, Lu Yun continued the conversation, "Now that the competition is over, did Shi Jing say when he'll be back?"

Wen Song shook his head, "They said they're going to a classmate's wedding tomorrow, and the exact time they'll be back hasn't been decided yet."

"What?"

Lu Yun's voice suddenly rose several octaves, "That brat! He's getting his marriage certificate the day after tomorrow, and instead of rushing home, he's going to attend some classmate's wedding?"

As she spoke, she scrolled through her phone, "You wait, I'll call him back right away!"

"Aunt Yun."

Wen Song stepped forward and stopped Lu Yun from dialing, "Shi Jing said he would be back on time, so please don't rush him."

Lu Yun couldn't resist Wen Song the most; his wet eyes looked especially endearing when he stared at people.

She sighed helplessly, "Songsong, Shijing is playful. After we get married, you'll have to keep him in check and not let him have his way anymore."

Wen Song took Lu Yun's arm and obediently replied, "I understand, Aunt Yun. I will definitely keep him in check from now on."

But she knew in her heart that it wouldn't happen.

She has always indulged Zhou Shijing without any limits.

She always remembered that in the early years after she arrived at the Zhou family, she was extremely withdrawn and timid, unwilling to speak or make friends. It was Zhou Shijing who accompanied her and helped her gradually come out of her shell and accept a new life.

Therefore, as long as he doesn't commit a fundamental mistake, even if they get married in the future, Wen Song will not interfere with any of his hobbies or interests.