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

When Lu Zhiheng brought Wen Song to find Wen Miaomiao, she had just paid and was holding four bright red balloons in her hand.

"Look, I bought one for each of us."

She walked over smugly, and when her gaze fell on Lu Zhiheng holding Wen Song's big hand, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

Wen Song belatedly realized that she was still being led by Lu Zhiheng, and her cheeks flushed even more. Under the pretense of taking the balloon Wen Miaomiao gave her, she subtly pulled her arm out of Lu Zhiheng's large hand.

"There are so many people here, don't wander off."

"Understood, Miss Wen."

Wen Miaomiao was in a good mood today and didn't care at all when Wen Song lectured her. She then gave Lu Zhiheng and Zhu He a balloon each.

Lu Zhiheng had always thought that only children and women liked balloons, but at this moment, he felt that his palms were empty and subconsciously wanted to grab something. So, he did not refuse the balloon that Wen Miaomiao handed him.

"Mr. Lu, you know what, the way you look holding those balloons is actually quite adorable!"

Congratulations! This is the first time I've seen Lu Zhiheng outside of work. Although his expression is still as serious as ever, he has become more down-to-earth and less unapproachable.

Wen Miaomiao had already taken out her phone. "Come on, look over here, I'll take a picture of you."

Lu Zhiheng has never liked taking pictures, and before he could even refuse, Wen Miaomiao had already snapped a photo.

After taking the photos, she excitedly ran over to show them to Lu Zhiheng, saying, "Look, isn't my angle a top-notch shot?"

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyes helplessly. He had no interest in himself in the picture at all, but when he accidentally caught sight of Wen Song in the corner, his gaze lingered for a moment.

She was also holding a balloon, but she was facing away from the camera, tilting her head slightly, looking at him with a bewildered expression. Her cute and innocent look was even more captivating.

Lu Zhiheng swallowed back the words "delete," but Wen Miaomiao was still calling to Wen Song, "Sister Song, come and take a look too. I accidentally included you in the shot."

Wen Song, holding the balloon, leaned over to look at Wen Miaomiao's phone and saw herself looking dumbfounded on the screen. She was speechless. Even though she was standing so far away, she was still framed in the picture. Wen Miaomiao was clearly doing it on purpose.

The three stood very close together, with Wen Miaomiao in the middle and Wen Song and Lu Zhiheng on either side of her. Lu Zhiheng's gaze was slightly lowered, revealing two fluffy little heads huddled together.

"You two are so good-looking, you look absolutely stunning together. Come on, let me take a few more pictures of you."

As Wen Miaomiao spoke, she ran a few steps forward, turned around, and held up her phone. "Sister Songsong, move a little closer to your uncle."

Wen Song had never intended to take a photo with Lu Zhiheng, but if she refused directly now, it would seem like she was deliberately being distant, so she awkwardly took a small step to Lu Zhiheng's side.

"Oh dear, get any closer, there's too much space between you two."

Wen Song gritted her teeth and moved a tiny bit further away, while at the same time giving Wen Miaomiao a silent warning: know when to stop.

Wen Miaomiao caught Wen Song's gaze, but instead of calming down, she deliberately raised her voice, "Sister Song, I told you to stay closer to your uncle, why are you glaring at me?"

Wen Song's cheeks flushed instantly, and she subconsciously looked up to see Lu Zhiheng's reaction. At the same time, Lu Zhiheng also looked down at Wen Song. The moment their eyes met, Wen Miaomiao pressed the shutter button decisively.

"Perfect, it's practically ready to be published."

While admiring her work with delight, Wen Miaomiao casually joked, "Sister Songsong, you're not short at all, so why do you look like a miniature figure standing next to your uncle?"

After she finished speaking, she held up her phone, wanting to continue taking pictures, but Wen Song quickly went over and said, "Let me take a picture of you and your uncle too."

Wen Miaomiao wasn't coy at all, "Okay, then remember to take some cool pictures of me."

Looking at the two in the camera, Wen Song sighed inwardly again. They were father and daughter after all; their expressions were exactly the same—cold. She tried taking a picture but wasn't satisfied. "You two look so serious. Why don't you smile a little?"

The congratulatory voices behind them also helped to guide the conversation, "Mr. Lu, Miaomiao, is the eggplant sweet?"

After he finished speaking, the two people opposite him seemed to have discussed it beforehand, and neither of them responded, creating an awkward silence.

Wen Song had finally managed to bring the father and daughter together, and she genuinely wanted to create a warm and beautiful moment for them.

She took a deep breath and went all out, "Uncle, Miaomiao, look at me."

Lu Zhiheng and Wen Miaomiao looked at Wen Song at the same time, and saw that she had taken her breath in deeply, her pink lips were slightly pouting, and she blinked her eyes, opening and closing them up and down, imitating the way a little goldfish eats very well.

Wen Miaomiao had never seen Wen Song so playful and mischievous before. She couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Sister Song, you're so ugly!"

Lu Zhiheng didn't find it unattractive at all. Her lively and unrestrained appearance actually captivated his gaze, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.

"Hey, Miss Wen, take a picture!"

The image freezes, and the two people on the screen look relaxed, even better than Wen Song had hoped for.

Next, it was time to enjoy the light show. It was Lu Zhiheng's first time experiencing such a lively scene. Although the noise around him still made him uncomfortable, strangely enough, he didn't have the urge to leave immediately for even a second. He kept his eyes on the girl in front of him, wary of being bumped by pedestrians who might accidentally squeeze through the crowd.

With just ten seconds left until New Year's Day, a bright red countdown number appeared on the giant screen.

Lu Zhiheng looked at the girl in front of him, who was counting down with everyone else, "Eight...six...four...one!"

Suddenly, countless balloons soared into the sky, and deafening cheers erupted across the square as everyone shouted in unison, "Happy New Year!"

The surrounding area was filled with the noise of people, and blessings rang out one after another.

Happy New Year, Miaomiao!

Happy New Year to my assistant!

Wen Song suddenly turned around to look at the man behind her and called out in a clear voice, "Happy New Year, Uncle!"

The neon lights of the night fell into her clear eyes, rippling with tiny, sparkling lights. A pair of shallow dimples nestled on her cheeks, sweet and soft, touching the depths of one's heart.

After washing up, Lu Zhiheng lay in bed, still recalling the feeling of that moment.

His heart was racing, his breathing was quickening, and despite the throngs of people around him, his eyes were fixed on only that one person.

His phone beeped, and when he opened it, it was a friend request from Wen Miaomiao. The note read: "Uncle, please accept this request. I'll send you the photos I took tonight."

Lu Zhiheng didn't hesitate and clicked "accept". The next second, message notification sounds rang out one after another.

He clicked on each photo to look at them, and they were all photos of him and Wen Song together. Except for the one where Wen Song accidentally entered the scene, the rest were basically photos that Wen Miaomiao had secretly taken when they weren't paying attention.

Lu Zhiheng didn't see the one he wanted to see even after looking at the last photo. After waiting a few minutes, he couldn't resist replying to Wen Miaomiao, "Are these all the photos from tonight?"

The moment the message popped up, Wen Miaomiao, who was glued to her phone, let out a soft gasp of excitement, clenching her fists and secretly rejoicing, "A big fish has taken the bait, Miss Wen, you absolutely have to hold this one steady this time!"

Wen Song had just finished showering and was drying her hair when she walked towards her suspiciously. "What do you mean by 'surely'? What are you muttering about?"

Wen Miaomiao smiled and said, "Congratulations, Miss Wen, your brand new life is about to begin."