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

When the last photo was sent, Lu Zhiheng saw the scene of him and Wen Song looking at each other, just as he had hoped.

Each of them held a bright red balloon in their hands. He was wearing a long, tailored black coat, and his narrow eyes were slightly lowered, fixed on the girl beside him.

The girl was wearing a beige short down jacket. She looked up at him with her small face upturned, her fair cheeks flushed with two faint pink lines, looking both flustered and shy.

Wen Miaomiao also processed the image, blurring the background lights and crowd, as if the whole world consisted only of the two of them.

Lu Zhiheng stared at the photo for a long time, his fingertips unconsciously touching the cool screen, gently stroking the girl's hair and flushed cheeks, as if he could truly feel her soft and warm skin with such a touch.

The phone rang unexpectedly, pulling him back to reality from his wandering thoughts. He snapped back to his senses and realized just how inappropriate his behavior had been.

He glanced down at the caller ID, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and slowly swiped to answer the call.

From the other end came Shang Yang's voice, barely containing his excitement, "Old Lu, I'm doomed, I feel like I'm in love again."

Shang Yang has been in countless relationships every year, and Lu Zhiheng is already used to it. He replied nonchalantly, "When have you ever been single?"

"This time is different, really."

Shang Yang held the phone in one hand and clutched his chest tightly with the other. "The moment I saw her, my heart started pounding uncontrollably in my chest. Seeing her smile made me inexplicably happy. All the other women around me became blurry backgrounds in front of her."

If this had been said in the past, Lu Zhiheng would have thought he was exaggerating.

But at this moment, he inexplicably recalled the instant when Wen Song called out to him, "Happy New Year, little uncle," and the surge of emotion he felt was exactly the same as what Shang Yang was describing.

A sense of shock swept over me, followed by a feeling of absurdity and disbelief.

"Old Lu, I've had so many girlfriends before, but none of them have ever given me this feeling. I can guarantee it, this time, I'm genuinely smitten..."

Shang Yang rambled on and on, but there was still silence on the other end of the line. He clicked his tongue helplessly and said, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Someone like you who doesn't even know what it means to be moved will never be able to understand how I feel right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone call ended automatically, leaving only a busy tone.

Lu Zhiheng's hand was still in the position of answering the phone, and the usual solemnity on his face had been replaced by a deep sense of bewilderment and self-loathing.

Does he like Wen Song?

He actually fell for that girl?

How could he have such an absurd idea?

She was his junior, a woman who almost married his own nephew. For both reason and emotion, such thoughts should be completely buried and not allowed to continue to grow!

That day, Lu Zhiheng barely slept a wink all night.

Wen Song was also having trouble sleeping.

After Wen Miaomiao fell asleep, she sat alone on the terrace, quietly gazing at the city's nightscape.

In previous years, she would spend this time with Zhou Shijing. He would take her and a group of friends out until late at night, and then they would drive to the riverbank to watch the fireworks.

She was timid and dared not get too close, so he pulled her to stand far away and covered her ears firmly with his hands.

At the height of the fireworks, he solemnly made a promise: "Songsong, it's a promise, we'll ring in the New Year together every New Year's Day from now on."

The person who made the promise back then became the first to break it.

Wen Song opened her phone, took one last look at the photo of her and Zhou Shijing on the screen, and replaced it with a close-up photo of her and Wen Miaomiao from tonight.

Zhou Shijing, I've been waiting for you.

From today onwards, go forth and pursue the life you desire. I will not be an obstacle to you, nor will I ever look back.

As Zhou Shijing was leaning against the railing of the cruise ship drinking, he suddenly felt a void in his heart, as if something had ripped a piece out of him. He clutched his chest in distress, unable to breathe for a long time.

Zhong Ze noticed something was wrong with him and came over to ask with concern, "Shi Jing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Shijing shook his head, and after a while, he gradually straightened up. "It's nothing, I guess I just felt a little uncomfortable from drinking on an empty stomach."

Seeing his pale face, Zhong Ze couldn't help but advise him, "You know, who are you angry with? You've been drinking all day without eating a single bite. How can your body take this?"

Zhou Shijing gazed at the fireworks rising in the distance, his eyes seemingly unfocused. "I promised her that I would spend New Year's Eve with her every year from now on."

"Who?"

Zhong Ze's eyes lit up slightly. "You mean Wen Xiaomei?"

His voice was excited, "Shi Jing, have you remembered?"

Zhou Shijing tilted his head back, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, and muttered to himself, "What do you mean, 'remember'? I've never forgotten it at all."

On New Year's Day, Wen Miaomiao got up early, which was unusual for her, and went to the supermarket with Wen Song to buy groceries.

She was in a good mood, sitting in the shopping cart, leisurely swinging her legs. "There are only two of us, so we don't need to cook too much food, just enough to eat. What's your best dish?"

Wen Song smiled faintly, "I don't have any particular specialty. As long as you want to eat it and it's not too difficult, I can try to make it."

"Oh, that's not modesty at all."

Wen Miaomiao and Wen Song had been spending time together for several months, and especially after the cake-replicating incident, she no longer doubted the truthfulness of Wen Song's words. She immediately clenched her right fist, stretched it forward forcefully, and declared, "Let's head to the fresh produce section! Let's go!"

Wen Song made a total of six dishes: scrambled eggs with shrimp, braised bok choy with mushrooms, salt and pepper ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic vermicelli with baby bok choy, and finally stewed chicken with fish maw.

When all the dishes were served, Wen Miaomiao had already set out the tableware.

The two sat facing each other. Wen Song picked up a glass of juice. "Miao Miao, Happy New Year! May we both be safe and happy in the new year!"

A fleeting look of melancholy crossed Wen Miaomiao's eyes. She raised her glass and clinked it against hers. "Happy New Year! I wish you happiness every day of the future, and that you will always be carefree."

Wen Song keenly noticed the problem in Wen Miaomiao's words and earnestly corrected her, "It's not a blessing for me, it's a blessing for us!"

"Okay, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right."

Wen Miaomiao avoided Wen Song's gaze and gave a perfunctory reply. She picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, smacked her lips, and immediately raised her eyebrows. "Hmm, not bad, your skills are no less than those of a professional chef."

A meal for two can be delicious and enjoyable, but halfway through the meal, a sudden phone call abruptly shattered the tranquility.

Aunt Tian said anxiously, "Songsong, can you come back for a visit? Madam just had a fight with Shijing, and she keeps saying that her heart is not feeling well. Husband is away on a business trip, and I have tried to persuade her to go to the hospital, but she refuses. I really don't know what to do."