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

Wen Song had just said it casually, but she didn't expect Lu Zhiheng to offer to drive her home.

She felt bad making him wait, so she hung up the phone and told everyone that she had to leave first.

Dong Wen was sitting next to her and heard her call her "little uncle." She chuckled and teased her, "What's wrong? Did your elders set a curfew for you?"

Wen Song blushed and explained in a low voice, "No, my sister is home alone, so I need to go back to keep her company."

Dong Wen had seen Wen Miaomiao twice before, both times when she came to pick up Wen Song from get off work. She didn't get a good look at what the girl looked like, but she dressed quite uniquely and was particularly eye-catching when she stood at the company entrance.

"Your sister is home alone? Then you really need to go back early."

After saying that, Xia Lang picked up his car keys and stood up, "I'll give you a ride."

"Need not."

Wen Song hurriedly waved her hand to refuse, "I've already called a ride-hailing service, it'll be here soon, so I won't trouble you."

Seeing her resolute attitude, Xia Lang didn't press her any further and readily instructed, "Alright, be careful on the road, and send us a message when you get home."

Wen Songdu had already gone downstairs, but Xia Lang's gaze hadn't yet left the direction she'd left in. His colleague beside him coughed lightly, "Songsong is currently single. If you want to pursue someone, this is the perfect opportunity."

Xia Lang chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "What are you talking about? I just see that she's not much older than my sister, so I'm taking care of her a bit more. I don't have any of those weird thoughts."

Wen Song left the hotel and, sure enough, saw a Maybach parked near the intersection after walking only a few steps.

She looked around to make sure no one she knew was nearby before jogging over, opening the car door, and getting in.

"Uncle."

A cold wind blew in, carrying a faint scent of cream. Lu Zhiheng put away his notebook and glanced at the girl's slightly heaving chest beside him. "Why are you running? I said I'd wait for you here. I won't leave."

People wear thick clothes in winter, and Wen Song was slightly out of breath as she ran, saying, "I was worried about taking up your time."

Lu Zhiheng looked up and gestured for the driver to start the car, "I can handle my work in the car, it won't interfere with anything."

Wen Song said "Oh," and then fidgeted with his fingers without saying anything more.

After a few seconds of silence, Lu Zhiheng spoke again, "What are your plans for tomorrow? Are you going back to the Zhou family home for the holiday?"

Wen Song pursed her lips, shook her head, and replied softly, "I won't go back. Tomorrow, Miao Miao and I will cook at home and eat by ourselves. Afterwards, we might wander around the neighborhood."

She was actually a little afraid that Lu Zhiheng would press her for details, such as why she didn't go back to the Zhou family for the holidays.

Fortunately, after listening, Lu Zhiheng only remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "That's fine. It's not easy to have a holiday, so do whatever you want."

Zhu He, sitting in the front seat, glanced at Wen Song in the rearview mirror and said, "Ms. Wen, there's a New Year's Eve light show at Xinyang Square tonight. If you're interested, you can bring your sister to join in the fun."

A New Year's Eve light show?

Although Wen Song didn't like such crowded places, the thought of taking Wen Miaomiao out for some fresh air piqued her interest, and she quickly took out her phone, "I'll send her a message to ask her."

Taking advantage of his height, Lu Zhiheng could easily see the girl's slender fingertips dancing on the screen.

Songsong: Miaomiao, there's a light show at Xinyang Square tonight, do you want to come and see it?

After sending the text message, I even found a meme of a little rabbit happily spinning around in place in the meme library and sent it out.

Lu Zhiheng silently withdrew his gaze, recalling the kitten emoji she had sent him. He hadn't even noticed it himself, but a warm feeling melted into his icy eyes.

Wen Miaomiao replied quickly, "A light show? That sounds boring, but I'm even more bored at home, so I'll reluctantly come out and take a look."

Songsong: Okay, I'll come back to pick you up now. Put on your clothes, like the down jacket I bought you last time, it's a bit cold outside.

Judging from Wen Song's expression, her sister must have agreed to go.

Taking advantage of the red light, he turned to look at Lu Zhiheng, who was sitting quietly in his seat, and said, "President Lu, why don't you go and take a look? You've been busy for a whole year, it's good to relax once in a while."

Lu Zhiheng always avoided crowded places like the plague. He was about to refuse when his gaze inadvertently met Wen Song's expectant look, and the words he was about to say suddenly stopped.

Wen Song still hasn't found a suitable opportunity to tell Wen Miaomiao that Lu Zhiheng can't go to the amusement park with her.

Upon hearing the congratulatory suggestion, a thought suddenly struck me: if we can't go to the amusement park, celebrating the New Year together would be a great alternative!

She felt she needed to try again for Wen Miaomiao, and suppressing her awe of Lu Zhiheng, she softly advised, "Uncle, let's go together. If you're relaxed, you can work more efficiently."

Her eyes were bright, clear as a spring when she looked at people like that. Lu Zhiheng's fingers, which were resting on his knees, curled involuntarily. He took the opportunity to lift them up and tugged at the tie that was wrapped around his neck, making it difficult for him to swallow. "Then let's go take a look together."

When Wen Song was almost there, he sent a message to Wen Miaomiao in advance, informing her that Lu Zhiheng would also be going along.

Wen Miaomiao was indeed very happy. She had been waiting downstairs for a while, and the moment she sat in the passenger seat, she turned to Lu Zhiheng and called out, "Uncle."

Wen Song had been observing for a long time. Wen Miaomiao was usually casual and carefree, and she always addressed others by their names without any manners. However, she was exceptionally respectful and restrained in front of Lu Zhiheng.

She had heard others say that even the most aloof and dignified man would turn into a doting father after having a daughter.

It seems that Lu Zhiheng is an exception; otherwise, Wen Miaomiao wouldn't be so afraid of him that she wouldn't want to acknowledge him even after so long since she transmigrated.

When they arrived, the square was already packed with people.

Almost everyone was holding a balloon. Wen Miaomiao had been calm and collected before getting out of the car, but once she arrived, she was caught up in the atmosphere and couldn't hold back anymore. She instantly switched to a childlike state, like a little eel, pulling Wen Song through the crowd, "Quick, let's go buy a balloon over there too."

Wen Song couldn't keep up with her and almost got lost several times, so he shouted for her to slow down.

Wen Miaomiao thought she was too slow. Seeing that they were about to reach the balloon stall, she simply broke free from Wen Song's hand and ran towards the place on her own.

"Miaomiao!"

Wen Song felt her palm go empty. She watched as Wen Miaomiao nimbly ran forward through the crowded people. She was anxious and hurriedly chased after her. Suddenly, a boy darted out in front of her. Wen Song couldn't dodge in time. Just as the two were about to collide, her arm was suddenly pulled away.

Before Wen Song could react, her back bumped into a hard chest. Without looking back at the person behind her, she took another step to chase after Wen Miaomiao.

The large hand gripping her arm didn't loosen its hold, and Lu Zhiheng's deep voice had a particularly calming power at this moment, "Don't panic, I'll take you there."

It was only then that Wen Song realized that the person holding her arm was Lu Zhiheng.

Even though he was holding her forearm, and even though there was a thick sweater and down jacket between them, Wen Song still couldn't help but blush and feel her heart pound.

But reality didn't allow her to be bound by the distinction between men and women at this time. She was preoccupied with Wen Miaomiao and knew very well how difficult it would be to find her quickly among so many people on her own.

Lu Zhiheng held her firmly with one hand and pushed aside the crowd of passersby with the other, like a solid high wall, creating a safe little world for her.