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

Jiangyuan Hotel is a well-known hotel in Yicheng, and it is particularly difficult to book a private room. The group of people came on a whim, and Xia Lang had to pull several strings to barely get a window seat on the second floor.

The group got along well during work hours, and after work they were even more relaxed, chatting and laughing throughout the meal, creating a lively atmosphere.

Wen Song was the youngest and quietest among them, but she was not idle either. While eating snacks, she listened with great interest to Xia Lang and Dong Wen's daily bickering.

They're both incredibly talkative, and when they start teasing each other, neither of them wants to be the one to lose.

"Songsong, don't just listen, join us too."

Seeing that she hadn't said much, Dong Wen suggested they play games together.

"Let's play Truth or Dare. It's a bit cheesy, but it's really exciting."

Speaking of this game, a certain scene suddenly popped into Wen Song's mind.

When I went out with Zhou Shijing before, we played games with his friends. In one game, Zhou Shijing was chosen to play Truth or Dare, and the other party asked him to kiss a lady present for one minute.

Those present at the time basically knew about Zhou Shijing's relationship with her, and they were intentionally joking about the two of them.

Zhou Shijing didn't hesitate and directly cupped her face. The moment his breath approached, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

Before this, she had fantasized countless times about her first kiss with Zhou Shijing and imagined all sorts of romantic scenarios, but she never expected that it would be forced into the form of a game.

The scene wasn't exactly romantic; she felt awkward and uncomfortable, yet deep down she harbored an undeniable tension and a subtle sense of anticipation.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Zhou Shijing suddenly took a step back and casually picked up a wine bottle from the table: "Songsong is shy and has a thin skin, so let's not perform in front of everyone. I'll punish myself with a drink."

At that moment, an intense sense of loss gripped her.

Looking back now, it turns out the seeds of this were sown long ago.

It wasn't that he was being considerate of her shyness; it was simply that, deep down, he couldn't bring himself to kiss someone he didn't like.

The gurgling sound of the wine bottle spinning abruptly pulled Wen Song from her thoughts.

She stared intently at the table; the game had already started.

The first person to fall for it was Xia Lang, who chose truth. Dong Wen, who was spinning the bottle, immediately threw in a big one, "Mr. Xia, why did you leave your family's vast fortune to work like a slave in someone else's company?"

Xia Lang smiled and said, "That's because my family runs a farm. If I didn't go out to work, I would really have to deal with cattle and horses every day."

Everyone suddenly realized, and half-jokingly said, "Brother Lang, so you really are the master's son!"

Xia Lang clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, humorously brushing the matter aside, "Not much else, but there is quite a lot of land."

Next, Xia Lang spun the bottle. When it stopped, the bottle opening was positioned exactly in front of Wen Song. Wen Song thought for a moment and chose to tell the truth.

Xia Lang was equally blunt, "Is that guy on your phone's wallpaper your boyfriend?"

Phone screen saver?

Wen Songjing was reminded by him and then suddenly realized that she had completely forgotten to change the wallpaper she had used, which was a photo of her and Zhou Shijing.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she choked out, "He's already my ex-boyfriend."

"Oh, so it's your ex-boyfriend..."

The people at the table started making a fuss, their eyes shifting meaningfully between her and Xia Lang. One of them even joked, "Xia Lang, what's going on? You're actually peeking at Song Song's phone."

Xia Lang quickly denied it, "I really didn't mean to peek. That day, Songsong was looking at her phone next to me, and I just glanced at it unintentionally."

The man shook his head, his smile carrying a profound meaning. "You little rascal, you're not being honest."

Xia Lang clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, "Please, stop nagging me, let's play the next round, okay?"

Lu Zhiheng was entertaining guests at Jiangyuan Hotel today. After the cooperation was successfully finalized, he declined the suggestion from the boss of the partner company to continue the entertainment at Shangding Club.

As he walked downstairs with his congratulations, his gaze inadvertently swept over the table by the window.

The surrounding area was noisy with laughter and chatter. The girl sat upright in her seat, and the heat in the room made her cheeks blush slightly, making her look particularly eye-catching.

Lu Zhiheng stopped involuntarily, and just then, a loud commotion suddenly erupted from the table.

Xia Lang, who was sitting next to Wen Song, rubbed his cheeks, turned to face her, and said gently and affectionately, "I like you."

Lu Zhiheng's deep eyes narrowed instantly, and he exuded a compelling aura. Zhu He, who was nearby, naturally heard Xia Lang's words and immediately sensed the change in Lu Zhiheng's aura.

Cold sweat poured down his back. Just as he was thinking to himself that Xia Lang was really courting death, he saw the people at the table finish clapping and start spinning the wine bottle on the table again.

Congratulations were instantly understood. At the same time, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "President Lu, it's probably a department dinner. They were just playing games."

Lu Zhiheng didn't speak, his gaze subtly shifting from the girl's face, his expression remaining cold and stern, and he strode downstairs.

"Hey, look, isn't that our CEO Lu?"

Xia Lang was just drawn again and chose dare. The other party asked him to say "I like you" to the person on his right.

Wen Song happened to be sitting to Xia Lang's right. Even though she knew it was a game, she still felt awkward and uncomfortable when she was "confessed" to.

Her colleague's voice pulled Wen Song out of her previous emotions.

Wen Song followed the gaze of the crowd and looked into the distance.

From her angle, she was just in time to see that broad and tall figure disappear around the corner of the second-floor staircase.

With just one glance, she was certain that the person was indeed Lu Zhiheng.

Dong Wen recognized him too, her eyes instantly sparkling. "Oh my god, it's President Lu! It really is him!"

Her gaze followed Lu Zhiheng's figure until he completely disappeared, then she rudely pushed aside Xia Lang, who was sitting by the window, pressed herself against the glass, and stared intently at the restaurant entrance, excitedly whispering, "He's out! He's out! Oh my god, no wonder he's my idol, even his walk is so outstanding!"

Wen Song's eyes crinkled with amusement at Dong Wen's exaggerated words. She followed Dong Wen's gaze to the direction she was looking downstairs. Coincidentally, the man downstairs suddenly looked up and gazed at the second floor.

"Wow! He looked up. Is he looking at me? He shouldn't be able to see me from this distance, right?"

Dong Wen was both excited and nervous, chattering incessantly, while Wen Song's heart suddenly contracted a moment ago.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Lu Zhiheng's glance just now clearly landed precisely on her location.

The Maybach that came to pick him up slowly stopped in front of Lu Zhiheng. As soon as Lu Zhiheng got into the car, Wen Song's phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, and the feeling of dread intensified even more than before. In front of everyone, she answered the call and whispered, "Uncle."

The opposite carriage was quiet, and Lu Zhiheng's voice came through the static, sounding even deeper and more magnetic, "Is the department having a get-together?"

Wen Song answered truthfully, "No, it was a colleague who treated me to dinner."

Lu Zhiheng hesitated for two seconds, then asked, "How much longer until it's over?"

Wen Song glanced at the time. "It should still be early, but I might leave early."

Before leaving home in the morning, she promised Wen Miaomiao that she would go back and spend New Year's Eve with her.

"My car is parked at the intersection in front of the restaurant. When you come out later, just come over."