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

Thinking of Wen Miaomiao, Wen Song suddenly remembered something. Gathering her courage, she looked at Lu Zhiheng and asked, "Uncle, are you free during the New Year's holiday?"

Lu Zhiheng hadn't made any plans, but yesterday, his grandmother called him specifically to say that the Han family had returned from abroad for the holiday and asked him to accompany and entertain them.

The Han and Lu families are old friends. The Han family immigrated overseas many years ago, and they rarely come back. So, it is only right and proper for him to do his best to be a good host.

Lu Zhiheng answered truthfully, "An elder from a prominent family is returning from abroad, and we're having a welcome dinner for them."

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Wen Song's face. "Oh, okay then."

She mainly felt sorry for Wen Miaomiao; it seemed that she couldn't help the little girl fulfill her wish of so many years.

Lu Zhiheng noticed the disappointment in Wen Song's tone and asked, "Is there something you need?"

"Uh, it's nothing serious. There's a new amusement park that just opened in Yicheng. I was thinking of inviting you to go with me, but since you're busy, Miaomiao and I will go by ourselves."

After she finished speaking, worried that Lu Zhiheng might misunderstand, she added, "You've taken good care of me during this time, and I really don't know how to repay you. But I suppose you might not like the noisy environment of an amusement park, so I'll treat you to a meal when you have some free time."

Lu Zhiheng was indeed not interested in amusement parks and had never been one when he was a child.

He didn't actually take much care of her, but the girl always thought about him and wanted to repay him in any way she could.

She called him "little uncle" repeatedly, but always maintained a proper distance, as if she was always ready to draw a line between them and retreat to a position of no relation.

This thought made Lu Zhiheng feel uncomfortable for a moment, and his tone became slightly indifferent, "We'll talk about it later."

The two took the kitten to the property management office, which said they would immediately post information in various resident groups to help the kitten find its owner.

Wen Song was finally relieved. After seeing the kitten being properly taken care of by the staff, she left with Lu Zhiheng.

Lu Zhiheng walked in front, and she followed two steps behind. Without the kitten as a mediator, the two returned to their quiet and silent way of getting along.

Upon arriving at the building entrance, Zhu He, who was waiting there, quickly came over and said, "Mr. Lu, I bought you some hangover medicine. It will effectively relieve your headache."

Wen Song looked up at Lu Zhiheng. It turned out that he had just returned from a social event. Judging from his words of congratulations, he had drunk quite a bit and was already experiencing a headache.

Thinking about how she had troubled him to carry the kitten back and forth, she felt a pang of guilt.

"I told you it's not necessary, it's not that serious."

Lu Zhiheng didn't take the medicine from Zhu He's hand. "I don't need you here anymore. You should go home early."

Inside the elevator, Wen Song would occasionally glance at Lu Zhiheng. He said it wasn't serious, but his brows were furrowed and his face was slightly pale.

The elevator reached the floor, and the two stepped out of the elevator car one after the other. "Get some rest, goodnight."

After Lu Zhiheng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his house. Wen Song bit her lip, but still couldn't help but say, "Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng turned to look at her. "Is there anything else?"

Wen Song's dangling fingers clenched slightly. "I can make hangover soup. Would you like some?"

Lu Zhiheng sat on the sofa reviewing documents, his fingers on the keyboard having not touched the keys for a long time.

There was another person in the house, and that figure kept swaying back and forth through the frosted glass. She had already made her movements very quiet, but his heart still couldn't calm down.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't understand why he had agreed to Wen Song's request. He had indeed drunk quite a bit tonight, but he knew in his heart that the amount of alcohol was not enough to warrant drinking any hangover medicine or soup.

But at that moment, when he met the girl's clear, gentle eyes, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Wen Song could have easily made the hangover soup at home and brought it to Lu Zhiheng, but she didn't want Wen Miaomiao to see it and say something sarcastic, so she simply suggested coming to Lu Zhiheng's place.

This was her first time visiting Lu Zhiheng's home. The last time she came to invite him to eat hot pot, she only stood outside his door and didn't dare to look into his house even once.

She had just walked from the living room to the kitchen, and briefly looked around at the layout of his house. It was pretty much as she had imagined, with a minimalist black, white, and gray color scheme that exuded grandeur and sophistication.

She didn't wander around his house, and deliberately avoided being alone with him in the same space. While waiting for the hangover soup to cook, she stood quietly in front of the stove.

When she came out of the kitchen with the hangover soup, Lu Zhiheng was sitting on the sofa quietly handling his official business.

He had taken off his coat and was only wearing a white shirt, with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his pale, firm forearms.

"Uncle, the hangover soup is ready. I've put it on the table. You can drink it after it cools down a little."

Lu Zhiheng shifted his gaze from the computer screen to Wen Song, who had found an apron somewhere and tied it around her waist, making her already slender waist look even more delicate.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's alright, it's very simple. Back in the day, Shi Jing..."

Wen Song was halfway through her sentence when she realized something, and the light in her eyes dimmed for a moment. She took off her apron and said, "Then I'll go first. Don't work too late. Drink your drink and get some rest. Take care of yourself."

Lu Zhiheng automatically filled in the rest of Wen Song's words in her mind—when Shi Jing was drunk in the past, she would make him a bowl of hangover soup.

A vague sense of unease slowly rose in his heart again. He closed his notebook and deliberately adopted the gentle tone of an elder, "Wen Song, you and Shi Jing have already broken up. If there are suitable people around you in the future, you can try to get to know them."

Wen Song lowered his eyelids slightly. "I don't have any thoughts on that for now. I've just started my internship at the company, so it's better to focus on my work."

The meaning behind these words couldn't be clearer: she didn't have a boyfriend, and the news about Lu Yun was most likely just a misunderstanding based on hearsay.

Lu Zhiheng's mind, which had been churning all night, suddenly seemed to settle down at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of self-loathing enveloped him. He never imagined that one day he would be so shameful as to pry into a young girl's privacy in such a way.

"That's fine. You're only twenty. Just let things happen naturally in your love life. There's no need to rush."

Wen Song nodded gently, her tone obedient, "I know."

Its docile appearance was just like the kitten that had snuggled in his arms before—soft, cuddly, and making soft, babyish meows when touched.

Lu Zhiheng forced himself to look away from the top of her head, got up and walked in front of her.

"By the way, did you sign the property gift agreement that your Aunt Yun gave you before?"

"without."

Wen Song pursed her lips, her voice soft yet firm, "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle, but I cannot accept such an expensive gift."

Lu Zhiheng frowned, his tone becoming a bit more serious, "You don't need to feel guilty. There aren't many younger members in the Lu family to begin with. You and Shi Jing both call me Uncle, so what he has, you should naturally have too."

When Zhou Shijing turned twenty, Lu Zhiheng did not return to China to celebrate his birthday, but the birthday gift he gave him was a property worth eight figures.

Wen Song never expected that he would place himself on the same level as Zhou Shijing. The last sentence, "What he has, you should have too," almost instantly brought tears to her eyes.

Wen Song struggled to suppress the burning tears welling up in her eyes. She slightly curved her lips into a faint smile. "Uncle, I absolutely do not want the house, but I'm afraid I will have to continue to bother you until I graduate from university and stay here temporarily."