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

Zhou Shijing had just gotten off the cruise ship this morning. After having lunch with Lu Yun, he went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

In my hazy sleep, I felt inexplicably hot and restless all over, as if countless insects were crawling inside me, and waves of strange discomfort kept churning within me.

He impatiently closed his eyes and turned over, but his fingertips unexpectedly touched a soft, warm body.

His brows furrowed suddenly, and he slowly opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep, looking to his side in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

The girl lay quietly beside the pillow, her small face fair and radiant, her long, thick eyelashes resting obediently on her eyelids, her nose small and straight, her pink lips slightly parted, emitting even, shallow breaths.

This face was so familiar that Zhou Shijing clearly remembered who it was, even in his dreams.

"Singing praises..."

He murmured as he reached out, his fingertips tentatively touching her cheek.

This wasn't the first time he had dreamed of Wen Song, but never before had the feeling of touch been so incredibly real.

As if bewitched by some inexplicable emotion, he leaned down and gently kissed her smooth forehead, which was unexpectedly fragrant and tender.

What shocked him even more was that he discovered that in his dream, he did not feel any aversion to her. At that moment, the spark within him seemed to be ignited instantly.

He no longer had to endure that torment. Following his body's instincts, he rolled over and lay on top of Wen Song.

Separated by a door, Lu Zhiheng exuded a chilling aura, his tone unyielding and forceful, "I'll say it again, Lu Yun, open the door!"

Lu Zhiheng had always been self-disciplined and respectful of etiquette since childhood, and rarely showed such anger in front of others. He had never even scolded Lu Yun by her full name like that before.

Lu Yun's heart tightened, but she stubbornly stood outside the door, refusing to back down. "Zhiheng, there's really no one in the room. What are you trying to do by barging in?"

Lu Zhiheng felt a heavy weight pressing on his heart. Wen Miaomiao's urging voice grew more urgent with each passing moment. He could no longer restrain himself. Disregarding etiquette and manners, he reached out and pulled Lu Yun away, then kicked the door hard.

With a loud bang, the door opened, and in the dimly lit bedroom, two figures on the bed came straight into everyone's view.

"Wen Song!"

Wen Miaomiao rushed into the room first, grabbed Zhou Shijing by the back of his pajamas and pulled him back forcefully, "Get away! You're not allowed to bully Wen Song!"

Zhou Shijing was completely out of it at this moment; the agitation brought on by the drug left him with only his physical instincts.

He was too strong; Wen Miaomiao couldn't pull him away at all. She frantically turned to Lu Zhiheng for help, "Uncle, come quick! He's been drugged, I can't move him!"

When Lu Zhiheng first entered the room and saw the two figures entangled together on the bed, he instinctively turned his back to them, his heart pounding in his chest, and his mind went completely blank.

He only snapped out of his daze when he heard Wen Miaomiao say the words "drug". He glanced incredulously at Lu Yun, who was pale and panicked at the door, and strode to the bedside.

Fortunately, they arrived in time, before things escalated to the point of no return.

But the sight of Wen Song with her eyes closed and completely unaware of being pinned down by Zhou Shijing still made Lu Zhiheng's heart tighten. A suffocating pain instantly swept over his entire body, and he felt so cold that he was almost frozen.

He yanked open the furious Zhou Shijing's hair, grabbed Wen Song who was wrapped in disheveled clothes, and carried her outside.

"Zhiheng, where are you taking Songsong?"

Lu Yun, who was guarding the door, wanted to step forward to stop him, but when her eyes met Lu Zhiheng's piercing gaze, she felt as if she had been burned by fire and withdrew her hand.

"Go to the hospital."

Lu Zhiheng's voice was cold and devoid of warmth, each word heavy and forceful: "Lu Yun, Wen Song's father risked his life to save Zhou Shijing, not so that you and your son could turn around and bully his daughter like this."

"No... I didn't, I just..."

Lu Yun was shocked and stammered, trying to explain, but Lu Zhiheng had no patience and quickly carried Wen Song downstairs.

The girl was really thin; if you picked her up along with the blanket, it would make anyone who was light-weight feel a pang of heartache.

Wen Miaomiao had already run downstairs to open the back door for him. Lu Zhiheng carefully placed her in the seat and then gently adjusted her into a comfortable sleeping position.

On the way, Lu Zhiheng frequently checked Wen Song's condition in the back seat through the rearview mirror. At the same time, he contacted Zhu He, his voice tense, "Immediately have the hospital prepare for emergency examinations and reserve a ward. I need to bring a patient there in ten minutes."

When the car arrived at the hospital gate, the hospital director and a group of medical staff were already waiting outside.

Lu Zhiheng refused their attempts to take over, and carried Wen Song out by himself, carefully placing her on the gurney. As he walked quickly forward with the gurney, he said in a deep voice, "She may have accidentally ingested some kind of drug and has been unconscious ever since."

The dean had just received an urgent call from Assistant Zhu. He initially thought it was a serious injury or critical condition, but upon seeing the situation, he realized it was due to the medication. Seeing President Lu's tense and worried expression, he dared not delay and immediately instructed the doctor to take him to the examination room.

Thanks to the expedited process, the test results were obtained much faster than usual. After carefully reviewing the lab reports, the hospital director relaxed a little. "Mr. Lu, Ms. Wen has only ingested an excessive amount of sleeping pills. It will not cause any damage to her organs. Her main symptoms are drowsiness and lethargy. She will gradually wake up after the medication is metabolized."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiheng slowly loosened his clenched fist. He looked down at the shallow marks on his palm where his fingernails had dug, and suddenly realized that in his thirty years of life, this was the first time he had ever been so nervous and out of control for someone.

When Wen Song woke up, she was in a VIP ward in the hospital. The ceiling was bright white and dazzling. She closed her eyes and adjusted to the light, not knowing where she was for a moment.

"Oh, you're awake?"

When she opened her eyes again, a face that looked six or seven parts like hers suddenly appeared in her line of sight. Wen Song blinked, "Miao Miao?"

Wen Miaomiao was as sharp-tongued as ever, "Hmm, not bad, she didn't go crazy from sleeping, she can still recognize people."

Wen Song's thoughts were a bit confused. "Where am I?"

The last thing she remembered was that she was talking to Lu Yun in her room, so how did she suddenly end up in a completely unfamiliar environment?

"The hospital, of course. Where else would it be?"

A hospital? Wen Song was even more confused. She tried to move her body, and apart from some soreness and weakness in her limbs, she felt fine. "What happened to me? Why am I in the hospital?"

"Low blood sugar, she fainted."

Wen Miaomiao spoke casually, scoffing, "I told you not to go to the Zhou family, not to go to the Zhou family. What happened? I was right. That place is your bad luck."

While waiting for Wen Song to regain consciousness, Lu Zhiheng specifically called Wen Miaomiao outside the ward and instructed her not to tell Wen Song what had happened that day.

Firstly, both she and Zhou Shijing were under the influence of drugs and were unconscious at the time, and the situation had not yet developed to the point of being out of control. If the truth were told to her, it would only leave her with huge psychological trauma and cause her to bear a heavy psychological burden for no reason.

Secondly, Lu Yun has always been a close elder in Wen Song's heart. If she finds out that the person she trusts and relies on deliberately plots to hurt her, this belief will completely collapse, and the blow to her will be immeasurable.

Wen Miaomiao didn't care about this, since she had already achieved her goal of coming here.

The gears of fate have quietly turned today, moving toward a brand new trajectory, where Wen Song should have a completely different life. Of course, in that life, she will no longer be a part of it.