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

Later that evening, Lu Yun arrived at Yunjin Pavilion carrying a large bag of things.

She placed the various sizes of food storage containers into the refrigerator one by one, and said to Wen Song with a smile, "Songsong, these are all semi-finished products that Aunt Tian prepared in advance. They can be cooked or simply heated up and eaten. You don't need to bother cooking."

A warm feeling welled up in Wen Song's heart. She stood awkwardly by the refrigerator and thanked Lu Yun, "Aunt Yun, I can take care of myself. You are busy with work, so you don't need to worry about me anymore."

"This silly child, what do you mean by 'it's too much trouble'? What, you haven't seen Aunt Yun for just a few days, and you're already treating her like an outsider?"

Wen Song quickly shook her head, "No, I won't treat you like an outsider. You will always be my favorite Aunt Yun."

Lu Yun found Wen Song increasingly obedient and gently touched her fair and smooth cheek. "Have you been in touch with your brother Shi Jing lately? I was away on a business trip a few days ago and didn't know where he went to play."

Wen Song shook his head in silence. "No contact."

After thinking for a moment, she said in a casual tone, "I did run into him at the mall a while ago. He seemed to be shopping with his girlfriend."

Lu Yun's heart sank. Sure enough, Songsong knew all about the ridiculous things that brat had done.

"What girlfriend? She's just a female friend."

Lu Yun comforted Wen Song, "Songsong, Shi Jing has been deliberately trying to spite me lately. Don't be angry with him. Don't worry, as long as Aunt Yun is here, no matter what kind of woman she is, she will never be able to step into the Zhou family's door."

Wen Song simply wanted to express that she had let go of her emotional entanglement with Zhou Shijing, but Lu Yun's explanation made it seem like she was complaining.

A helpless smile curved her lips. "Aunt Yun, I'm not angry with Shi Jing, really. From the day I broke off our engagement, he's been absolutely free. I have no right to interfere with who he wants to date or marry, and I'll unconditionally bless him. Please, please don't let me cause any more trouble with Shi Jing."

Lu Yun carefully observed Wen Song's expression. Although she could see some disappointment and sadness, she also felt a greater sense of relief.

This is definitely not a good sign.

She's a woman herself, so she understands women's psychology all too well. No matter how much a woman has loved someone before, once she's been completely heartbroken and wants to give up, nothing can bring her back.

That brat Zhou Shijing is causing all sorts of trouble these days. If she, as his mother, doesn't do something about it, this perfectly good marriage will be completely ruined.

She was anxious, but couldn't think of a better solution, so she could only suppress her feelings for the time being.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about something else."

Lu Yun took out the property transfer agreement that Lu Zhiheng had given her today from her bag. "Songsong, take a look at this first."

Wen Song took the document with suspicion, his gaze falling on the bold, enlarged font on the first page. He subconsciously read it aloud softly, "A property gift contract?"

"Yes, a property gift contract."

Lu Yun explained with a smile, "Actually, this house in Yunjin Pavilion originally belonged to your uncle. Aunt Yun decided to have you move here because she considered your safety and the actual situation of your commute. Originally, Aunt Yun planned to ask your uncle to buy this house and give it to you as a gift in the future. Unexpectedly, your uncle saved all the trouble and drafted a gift contract in advance to officially give this house to you."

"Give it to me? To my uncle?"

Wen Song's pupils trembled slightly as she quickly flipped through the black-and-white contract. When she saw her and Lu Zhiheng's names printed together as the recipient and donor in the terms, her heart skipped a beat. The next second, she hurriedly closed the document and waved her hand in refusal: "Aunt Yun, this is absolutely impossible. This house is too valuable; I absolutely cannot accept it."

She could distinguish between the care from her elders and such a valuable gift. She couldn't accept a gift without having done anything in return, and she dared not accept this generous present under any circumstances.

Lu Yun had anticipated that Wen Song would decline, and she gently and sincerely comforted him, "Your uncle said that you should at least call him 'uncle' all the time. Consider this house as a dowry he prepared for you in advance, and it can also serve as a source of security for you in the future."

A dowry? The confidence to settle down and make a living?

Those few words struck Wen Song's heart hard, stirring up a huge wave in her tranquil mind.

She couldn't help but picture Lu Zhiheng's aloof, noble, and unsmiling face. It turned out that beneath this cold and solemn exterior lay such a delicate and gentle side.

He saw through her inner confusion and helplessness, and pitied her lonely and helpless background, so he quietly prepared a way out for her, giving her a sense of security that no one could take away.

Wen Song held the thin sheets of paper between her fingers, but the bittersweet feeling in her heart was like a dam breaking, surging and spreading to every part of her body.

"Last time, Shi Jing said that when you first met your uncle when you were little, he scolded you so much that you cried. But now you should realize that he is actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He really cares about you younger generation."

As Lu Yun spoke, she patted Wen Song's hair. "Don't feel guilty. Since your uncle has decided to give it to you, of course he hopes you will accept it happily. Work hard, and when you get paid, treat your uncle to a meal as a token of your gratitude."

After Lu Yun left, Wen Song remained seated on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the documents in his hands.

Wen Miaomiao held a glass of milk, leaning lazily against the sofa. "How about it? Isn't the charm of a mature man irresistible? I advise you to assess the situation as soon as possible and run into the arms of your future husband as quickly as possible."

Wen Song ignored her and silently put the documents into the coffee table drawer.

Wen Miaomiao exclaimed "Eh," then frowned in confusion. "Why won't you sign? You're not really stupid enough to not want it, are you?"

Wen Song stood up, her gaze gentle but her attitude firm. "Of course not. This gift is too valuable. I cannot afford it, nor do I have the ability to reciprocate with something of equal value."

"Who told you to give him a gift in return? Lu Zhiheng has plenty of money; he wouldn't care about this at all."

Wen Song's eyes were clear. "No matter how much money he has, it has nothing to do with me. He is willing to give me confidence, and I am grateful to him from the bottom of my heart. But confidence is something that can be earned by myself, in addition to being given by others."

Wen Miaomiao simply couldn't understand this self-destructive arrogance. "You earn it yourself? As a mere office worker, even if you work day and night, you could never buy a bathroom in this house in your entire life."

"Isn't this the norm for most ordinary people in the world?"

Wen Song walked up to Wen Miaomiao and said, "Miaomiao, I'm just an ordinary person. Although I can't afford a mansion, even if I buy a small house, as long as we're together, we can live a comfortable and happy life through all four seasons."

She tilted her head and ruffled Wen Miaomiao's hair, teasing her on purpose, "Of course, if Miss is used to living in a big house and wants to continue staying in the mansion, she can choose to stay with your father."

"Who wants to follow him?"

In her haste, Wen Miaomiao blurted out, but then realized she had overreacted and awkwardly turned her face away, "Didn't I already say that a son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise his home for being poor? You'll never get rid of me in this lifetime."

Stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside!

A smile instantly appeared on Wen Song's lips, "Wen Miaomiao."

Wen Miaomiao replied impatiently, "What?"

Wen Song's smile widened, "You weren't angry when I ruffled your hair just now~"