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

It was quite late when the IV drip ended.

Wen Song led the way with Wen Miaomiao in his arms, while Lu Zhiheng lagged a few steps behind.

She was only wearing a thin sweater, but she held Wen Miaomiao tightly to her side, shielding half of her shoulder from the cold wind, afraid that the little girl beside her would catch a cold. She was too thoughtful and considerate.

Lu Zhiheng stared at the thin figure, raised his fingertips, and touched the coat lapel. He wanted to take it off and hand it to the girl to keep warm, but then he suddenly came to his senses and restrained himself from taking his hand off.

He was merely acting on someone's behalf and fulfilling his duty; any further concern would be overstepping his bounds.

Once inside the car, Lu Zhiheng silently turned the air conditioning to its highest setting.

The warmth of the heater flowed continuously, dispelling the biting cold outside the car. His gaze inadvertently fell on Wen Song's slightly trembling shoulders, and he silently handed her a thick blanket.

Wen Song thanked him softly, and only after unfolding the blanket did she realize that it was the one she had bought at the mall and given to him as compensation. It had probably been in his car for a long time and had picked up some bitter woody scent.

Wen Miaomiao was probably really unwell, because she fell asleep leaning on her shoulder after getting in the car.

The two sat in silence in the back seat. Wen Song felt that if she didn't say something, it would seem like she was really treating Lu Zhiheng as a driver.

After thinking it over, she spoke softly, "Uncle, I'm so sorry to have kept you from celebrating your birthday with your friends today."

Lu Zhiheng kept his eyes straight ahead, his hands, with bulging veins, resting loosely on the steering wheel. "It's fine. I don't like noisy environments anyway, so this gives me a legitimate reason to get away."

Actually, even without Wen Miaomiao's sudden incident, Lu Zhiheng had planned to stay for a while and then leave.

Wen Song felt a little less guilty and took the initiative to talk about her internship at the company these past two days. "Today, the department solicited promotional copy for a new product, and one of my ideas was selected by the manager."

Lu Zhiheng spoke gently and praised her generously, "That's great. You've already shown your talent on your second day in the job. It seems this job suits you very well."

His gaze inadvertently swept across the rearview mirror, catching the slight upturn of the girl's lips, and he earnestly advised, "But don't be too complacent. The seniors in the department are all carefully selected talents, so you should humbly learn from them."

Wen Song immediately suppressed his excitement, sat up straight, and nodded earnestly: "I remember, Uncle. I will work diligently and learn more from my seniors."

Lu Zhiheng suddenly recalled certain images, and tapped the steering wheel lightly with his slender fingers. "I saw you having lunch with your colleagues at the restaurant at noon, and you seemed to be getting along quite well."

"You mean Xia Lang? He's the mentor the manager assigned to me."

When Wen Song talked about things at the company, his eyes lit up instantly, and his tone was light and sincere. "He's a really nice person. He takes good care of me, the newcomer. He patiently teaches me when I encounter problems I don't understand. Oh, by the way, he treated everyone in the office to afternoon tea yesterday."

Lu Zhiheng stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable, and simply reminded her, "It's good to get along well with your colleagues, but since they are of the opposite sex, you still need to be mindful of boundaries. There are many people in the company, and rumors spread quickly. You might cause unnecessary gossip, which will not have a good impact on you."

Wen Song was stunned. She really hadn't thought about these things. Recalling the conversation at the restaurant at noon, when several colleagues from other departments teased Xia Lang, saying things like, "The new apprentice is so pretty, you should take good care of her," she realized something was amiss.

"I understand, Uncle. I'll be more careful about this in the future."

Upon arriving at Yunjin Pavilion, the three parted ways in the corridor. As soon as Wen Miaomiao entered her home, her sleepy look vanished instantly, replaced by a tone of utter disappointment. "I went through all that trouble to create opportunities for you, and listen to what you talked about with Lu Zhiheng in the car!"

Wen Song put down the medicine in her hand. "I haven't even asked you anything yet, and you're already lecturing me."

She walked up to Wen Miaomiao, her expression more serious than ever before. "Wen Miaomiao, I don't need you to create opportunities for me! Knowing that you are allergic to alcohol, you still deliberately drank that glass of fruit wine. If I see you joking about your own life again, I will be absolutely angry, extremely angry, and I will never talk to you again."

Wen Song had been angry with Wen Miaomiao before, and most of the time she would indeed ignore people, but she rarely warned people in such a solemn tone, as if she had just committed some heinous crime.

Wen Miaomiao was intimidated by Wen Song's serious gaze. The words she wanted to say back got stuck in her throat, and she just pouted and muttered, "Fine, I won't ignore you then. Who are you trying to scare with that fierce look?"

The first thing Lu Zhiheng did when he got home was to take a shower. When he took off his coat, a gust of air was stirred up, and the slightly sweet scent of cream unexpectedly entered his nose.

He paused for a few seconds, then involuntarily recalled the moment the girl had bumped into him, like a light butterfly, soft and weightless.

After coming out of the bathroom, he went to the refrigerator and poured himself half a glass of iced liquor before sitting on the sofa to call Shang Yang.

Shang Yang was having a great time playing cards. He casually handed the cards to the woman nestled beside him and walked to a quiet place to answer the phone.

"Old Lu, how's Wen Miaomiao doing?"

When Wen Miaomiao was feeling unwell, he was the first to offer to take her to the hospital. It was Lu Zhiheng who offered to take her there himself, leaving him to stay and greet all the guests.

Lu Zhiheng took a sip of the liquor. "I'm allergic to alcohol. I just finished my IV drip and was taken home."

"An alcohol allergy? Did this kid secretly drink the alcohol in the private room?"

Lu Zhiheng's voice was solemn. "She said Zheng Shuang gave it to her to drink."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yang was momentarily bewildered. "Wait, what's wrong with her? Giving alcohol to a minor?"

Lu Zhiheng's tone was unusually cold and ruthless. "No matter what her motives are, I despise those self-righteous women who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. From now on, don't let that kind of person appear in my sight again."

Shang Yang also felt wronged, "Brother, I really didn't mean it today. Back then, you treated Zheng Shuang so specially, I thought you had feelings for her..."

"I had nothing to her. I tolerated her being my deskmate simply because she was quiet at the time. Later, I sponsored her to go to university because I had just earned my first pot of gold and couldn't bear to see her excellent grades being wasted due to her family's decline."

Fortunately, Shang Yang even imagined a whole drama of unrequited love, redemption, and a long-awaited reunion.

In the end, his turbulent speculations were easily put to rest by Lu Zhiheng's few words.

There was no deep emotional connection whatsoever; it was nothing more than a simple act of kindness from beginning to end.

Shang Yang leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. "Old Lu, since you're not exactly a chaste man, I really have to wonder if there's something wrong with your health. How can a normal man be thirty and not have the slightest interest in any woman?"

As he said this, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled. "Or is it that you don't like women at all, but rather... men?"

Lu Zhiheng raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples. "Don't worry, whatever I like, you're not one of my considerations."

Shang Yang did feel a moment of fear, after all, he was Lu Zhiheng's best brother and used to often come and go from his house alone.

His thoughts were exposed, and he chuckled awkwardly, "I was just saying it casually. I know you're not interested in men. After all, no man is as soft or as fragrant as a woman."

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As soon as those two words were uttered, a well-behaved and gentle face automatically appeared in Lu Zhiheng's mind.

Realizing he had identified with someone, he frowned abruptly, tilted his head back, and drank the entire glass of wine. He thought that it must be because he had been meeting Wen Song too frequently lately that he had developed some random, chaotic thoughts.