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

Wen Song was worried about taking up Lu Zhiheng's time, so when buying noodles, she basically ran back and forth.

Lu Zhiheng gazed at her quietly through the glass. The girl carefully protected the takeout box, afraid that the soup inside would spill, and also afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait, so she walked quickly and hurriedly.

The car door opened, and the sweet aroma of cream wafted in before she could.

Lu Zhiheng's nose twitched almost imperceptibly, and the next second, a carton of milk appeared in front of him.

"Uncle, drink some milk before drinking alcohol; it can effectively reduce the burden on your stomach."

While waiting for the shop owner to cook the noodles, Wen Song glanced at the milk in the refrigerator and casually took a few cartons. It wasn't anything expensive, but it was a small way to thank him for going out of his way to bring her back.

The person in the front row smiled and turned slightly to the side, joking, "Ms. Wen, even someone of Mr. Li's caliber isn't enough for Mr. Lu to personally accompany him for drinks."

Wen Song hadn't considered this. His hand, which was halfway up, froze. He blinked, somewhat dazed. "If you don't drink alcohol, drinking some milk shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Lu Zhiheng met that innocent expression, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly. He reached out and took the carton of milk. "You can drink it, thank you."

Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief and handed the other two boxes from the bag to Zhu He and the driver, saying, "You two will inevitably be busy with social engagements later, so have some to tide you over."

The driver was surprised to receive one and thanked him profusely.

While offering his congratulations, Zhu He's mind was entirely focused on Lu Zhiheng's fleeting smile. He almost thought he was seeing things. When did his iron-fisted, cold, and taciturn CEO Lu ever show such a gentle expression?

Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic on the road at this time, and the noodles were still warm when they reached Wen Miaomiao's hands, though they were slightly clumped together.

Wen Miaomiao, with her sharp nose, noticed something amiss the moment Wen Song returned home. Following the scent through the air, she followed it to Wen Song and stared at her with a gossipy gaze. "Miss Wen, why do I smell Lu Zhiheng's scent on you?"

What does Lu Zhiheng taste like?

Wen Song raised his arm and smelled it. Perhaps because he had been in his car for a long time, it had indeed picked up some bitter woody scent.

There was really nothing to hide, but she was worried that Wen Miaomiao would overthink it, so she subconsciously omitted the fact that Lu Zhiheng had specially driven her back to buy noodles, and explained to Wen Miaomiao in one sentence, "I ran into him near the school and took his car back."

Wen Song said "Oh", but the teasing on his face only increased. "You two are really lucky. Even though I live on the same floor as you, I rarely run into him, maybe once every ten days or half a month."

Wen Song reached out and pinched her chubby cheek. "Want to bump into her? That's easy. Why don't you go out for a bit?"

Wen Song noticed that Wen Miaomiao had become increasingly lazy lately, like a small animal hibernating, staying at home all day and never going out.

She felt that things couldn't go on like this forever, so after thinking for a moment, she softly suggested, "I heard that a large amusement park has just opened in Yicheng. How about I take you there during the New Year's holiday?"

"New Year's Day holiday?"

Wen Miaomiao paused for a second, then murmured, "Who knows if I'll still be around after New Year's Day?"

Her voice was too soft for Wen Song to hear clearly. "What did you just say?"

Wen Miaomiao concealed the dejection on her face and mumbled a reply, "I said I'll listen to you. I haven't been to an amusement park yet."

He's fourteen years old and has never even been to an amusement park?

Wen Song felt a surge of guilt welling up inside her. "Was I really that bad before? I never even took you to an amusement park?"

Wen Miaomiao lowered her head to eat her noodles, then let out a soft "ah," her voice sounding aggrieved and pitiful.

"When I was little, I was so envious of other kids. They all had their parents taking them to amusement parks, but I didn't."

She looked up, a few noodles still dangling from her mouth, "If you could be with Lu then..."

"No, don't even think about it."

Wen Song was still blaming herself, but when she heard Wen Miaomiao's words, she immediately knew what she was going to say next. Before she could finish, she quickly interrupted her, "He's very busy with work, and I don't have that much face to lose."

Wen Miaomiao blinked her dark eyes. "How would you know if you haven't even tried? If you can get Lu Zhiheng to come out someday, it would make up for a regret I had when I was a child."

Wen Song let out a soft sigh, her tone tinged with helplessness, "Miao Miao, my relationship with him isn't that close. At most, he's an elder who takes care of me. Asking him to come out with us to the amusement park, do you think that's reasonable?"

Wen Miaomiao didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all. "Elders taking younger people to an amusement park, what could be more reasonable than that?"

It would be strange for a twenty-year-old adult like her to be taken to an amusement park by a proper elder, let alone someone like Lu Zhiheng who is not related to her at all.

She knew perfectly well that his current favor towards her was entirely due to Lu Yun's sake.

Seeing Wen Song's troubled expression, Wen Miaomiao sighed deeply, lowered her head in frustration, pushed away the bowl of noodles she had barely eaten, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Fine, I knew I couldn't count on you. If you don't want to talk, then don't."

She got up, listlessly rubbing Wen Song's shoulder, and slowly moved into the room. "I knew it! I'm not that lucky. I should be grateful that someone is willing to stay with me. How could I be so greedy and expect so much?"

Wen Songming knew that she was deliberately playing the victim to gain sympathy, but her words still made her heart ache. Before her brain could process it, she compromised with her mouth, "Okay, I'll talk to him about it when I have the chance."

"Really? You said it? You can't take it back!"

Wen Miaomiao immediately shook off her dejected look, and her eyes lit up when she turned to look at her.

Wen Song helplessly instructed, "Just tell him. If he doesn't want to go, don't blame me later."

"Mmm, whoever blames you is a little dog."

Wen Miaomiao usually has a sharp tongue, but when she's in a good mood, she can be quite charming and persuasive. "However, I have complete faith in my mom. As long as you ask, there will be absolutely no problem."

Just as Lu Zhiheng sat down at the banquet with his congratulations, several beautiful women dressed in matching cheongsams filed into the private room, their exquisite figures and alluring eyes captivating.

One of the most striking-looking women immediately stood next to Lu Zhiheng and greeted him sweetly, "Hello, Mr. Lu~"

The overwhelming scent of perfume made Lu Zhiheng frown.

Zhu He's eyes remained fixed on Lu Zhiheng the entire time. Noticing his disdainful look, she quickly raised her hand, indicating that the woman didn't need to serve him so closely. She then subtly reminded President Li, "President Li, President Lu doesn't like other people present when he's discussing business."

President Li had heard rumors that Lu Zhiheng was indifferent to women, but he always believed that there was no man in the world who was not interested in women. If there was, it was because the women were not to his liking.

He quickly waved his hand, signaling the group of beauties in cheongsams to leave.

Zhu He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down again when the door to the private room was pushed open once more. This time, all the guests were pure and innocent-looking female college students.

They all had long, straight, black hair, and their faces were only lightly made up. When they looked up at the people at the table, their eyes were timid and shy.

The familiar aura and attire instantly reminded Zhu He of someone. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked up at Lu Zhiheng. Sure enough, the man who had just shown disdain and impatience now had a layer of cold mist covering his face.

However, President Li was completely oblivious to the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Lu Zhiheng, and instead approached him with a fawning expression, saying, "President Lu, if you don't like the innocent type, I also have sexy, intellectual, and bright and dashing girls... or you can just tell me what type you like, and I'll have someone arrange it for you right away."

"No need!"

Lu Zhiheng frowned coldly, abruptly stood up, and said in a chilling voice, "Since President Li has no intention of negotiating cooperation, this matter ends here!"