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

The car was quiet, with a faint, bitter woody scent unique to Lu Zhiheng floating in the air.

Wen Song sat upright ever since she got into the car. The more silent the man next to her was, the more awkward and embarrassed she felt.

Zhu He glanced at the rearview mirror and spoke up to explain for Lu Zhiheng, "Ms. Wen, Mr. Lu didn't mean to overhear you talking to that male classmate. Our car was parked there earlier, and we only spoke up to help you out when we saw him harassing you."

Wen Song lowered her eyes even further, her voice so soft it seemed to dissipate into the air, "I know."

She kept rubbing her fingers, and Lu Zhiheng noticed that she would do this whenever she was nervous or at a loss.

His gaze slowly moved along her fingers to her slender wrist. Her skin was already fair and delicate, and the rosy mark left by the gripping motion looked like a blot of red ink spreading on a piece of flawless white jade.

Lu Zhiheng felt inexplicably stung by the sight, and his brows furrowed involuntarily. "Find a pharmacy nearby to park."

Lu Zhiheng, who hadn't spoken a word since Wen Song got into the car, finally spoke his first words, but they were directed at the driver in the front seat.

Just then, they passed a pharmacy, and the driver pulled over. Zhu He immediately asked, "Mr. Lu, what do you need? I'll get out and buy it."

Lu Zhiheng's finger was already on the car door unlock button. With a "click," the car door opened, and the man's long legs stepped out. In the air, only a deep, slow voice remained: "No need, I'll go by myself."

The man's tall figure walked around the car and into the pharmacy on the side of the street. A little while later, he returned carrying a transparent plastic bag.

The biting cold briefly dispelled the bitter woody scent in the car. Lu Zhiheng sat down next to Wen Song again and handed her a bag containing ointment and cotton swabs. "Rub this on your wrist. It has a soothing and repairing effect."

Wen Song then realized that Lu Zhiheng had gotten out of the car to buy medicine for her. Following Lu Zhiheng's gaze, she looked at the red mark on her wrist and was somewhat flattered. "It's just a little red, it's nothing serious, it will be completely healed by tomorrow morning."

Lu Zhiheng's gaze remained unmoved, his tone exceptionally firm, "If it can be done today, why wait until tomorrow?"

Wen Song: "..."

She pursed her lips gently and reached out to take the bag of medicine.

Under the reading lamp, the girl lowered her neck, her slender fingers pinching a cotton swab with ointment, and gently applied it to the red marks around her wrist.

Because she was holding the cotton swab with her left hand, she was not very flexible when applying it to certain areas. Lu Zhiheng wanted to take the cotton swab and apply it for her several times, but considering their relationship, he eventually gave up.

The ointment melted quickly upon contact with the skin, and the cool sensation indeed soothed the slight discomfort. Wen Song raised her eyes, her clear gaze meeting Lu Zhiheng's unseeing look. "Thank you, Uncle. This ointment is indeed very effective."

Her thanks came from the bottom of her heart, her eyes clear and untainted, yet Lu Zhiheng felt as if he were burned by those bright, clear pupils.

He subtly averted his gaze, his tone utterly calm and indifferent. "The news has reported more than once cases of men retaliating against women after their confessions of love are rejected. In the future, if you encounter a similar situation, try to avoid the risks as much as possible, and it's best not to meet them alone."

Wen Song's eyelashes fluttered. She felt extremely embarrassed to be discussing being confessed to by an older man of the opposite sex. "You mean Zeng Xia? He might have been a little emotional just now, but he shouldn't be the extreme person you described. Also, I didn't meet him alone. Tonight was a dinner party with my clubmates, and he just walked with me for a bit after the party."

Lu Zhiheng was somewhat displeased that Wen Song was still speaking up for that reckless boy. "Bad people don't have the word 'bad' written on their faces. In many heinous crimes, the perpetrators are trusted acquaintances of the victims."

His eyes behind his glasses were sharp and profound. "After we left, he went back the way he came. This shows that what you called 'going the same way' was just an opportunity he deliberately created to be alone with you."

Wen Song's pink lips parted slightly, clearly not expecting Zeng Xia to take a detour to accompany her. What surprised her even more was that Lu Zhiheng was so meticulous that he noticed even this small detail.

Her shoulders, which had been tense just moments before, slumped slightly. "I understand, Uncle. I'll be more careful in the future."

Zhu He listened silently to their conversation. He didn't quite understand why a man pursuing a woman would tell some white lies to create opportunities for them to be alone together.

How did it come to the level of a major heinous case committed by an acquaintance in President Lu's mouth?

Furthermore, as far as he knew, Miss Wen and Mr. Lu's nephew had already broken up. Even if Miss Wen was dating someone else now, let alone just being confessed to, it would be perfectly acceptable.

However, when President Lu overheard their conversation in the car, the atmosphere around him visibly became less tense.

Zhu He felt that President Lu was behaving strangely tonight, but he couldn't immediately figure out the reason for his unusual behavior. Just as he was pondering this, a soft exclamation suddenly rang out in the car, "Oh no!"

They were almost at Yunjin Pavilion when Wen Song suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to bring noodles for Wen Miaomiao.

She turned to face Lu Zhiheng anxiously, "Uncle, could you please stop the car here?"

Lu Zhiheng rarely saw Wen Song so easily startled, and felt that this kind of behavior was more in line with the liveliness of her age.

"Is there something you need?"

Wen Song nodded in annoyance, "Uncle, I actually went to the noodle shop near the school to buy noodles for Miao Miao, but then..."

Later, Zeng Xia interrupted me, and I was also frightened by Lu Zhiheng's expression at the time, so I completely forgot about it.

Wen Song already felt guilty for leaving Wen Miaomiao alone and going out for a big meal by herself. In any case, she had to keep her promise to her.

She took out her phone and opened a ride-hailing app. "Just pull over to the side of the road."

Just as the ride-hailing interface popped up on the screen, a hand with distinct knuckles briefly covered hers, and Lu Zhiheng's deep, resonant voice seemed to echo in her ear, "No need for that trouble, I'll just turn back and take you there."

After saying that, he immediately instructed the driver to turn around.

Zhu He glanced at his watch, then turned to look at Lu Zhiheng with concern. "But Mr. Lu, the time we agreed on with Mr. Li is almost here."

Wen Song didn't want to trouble Lu Zhiheng in the first place, but when he heard Zhu He say that, he quickly spoke up to dissuade him, "Uncle, I'll get off here. It's very convenient to take a taxi around here. Don't let me delay your important business."

Both she and Zhu He were filled with anxiety, while Lu Zhiheng looked relaxed, resting with his eyes closed in his chair. "It won't take long to come and go. If he can't even wait this long, there are many other companies lining up to take my project."

This composure is the calm and confident composure honed through years of navigating the ups and downs of the business world, and it stems from one's own strong capabilities, revealing an inner and outer confidence.

Wen Song unconsciously raised her eyes to examine Lu Zhiheng's features. This was the first time she had observed him from such a distance, and the first time she had lingered on Lu Zhiheng's face for more than five seconds.

Lu Zhiheng has thick eyebrows, a high and straight nose, and well-defined lips with a healthy pink hue.

It is said that nephews resemble their uncles. At first glance, Zhou Shijing and Lu Zhiheng do have some resemblance in their eyes and brows. However, upon closer inspection, their temperaments are completely different. Zhou Shijing is flamboyant and passionate, with a sharp edge, while Lu Zhiheng, beneath his aloof exterior, tends to have a coldness that keeps strangers at bay.