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

Wen Song had no idea that she had hypoglycemia, and had never fainted because of it before.

She blinked blankly. "Now that everything's alright, let's go home."

When Lu Zhiheng returned to the ward after receiving the call from Grandma Lu, Wen Song was getting off the bed. She looked up and met the tall, imposing man by the door, paused, and said, "Uncle?"

Lu Zhiheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he responded softly, his tone restrained, "Awake? Does anything feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Song shook her head, "No, um, how could you..."

Wasn't he supposed to be hosting friends returning from abroad during the New Year's holiday? How did he end up in the hospital?

Before Lu Zhiheng could speak, Wen Miaomiao stepped in to explain for him, "When you fainted, your uncle happened to be at the Zhou family's house. He carried you to the car and brought you to the hospital."

Lu Zhiheng carried her to the car after she fainted and personally took her to the hospital.

A hint of surprise flashed through Wen Song's mind, and a blush unconsciously rose to her face. She lowered her eyes shyly and said, "Thank you so much, Uncle."

Lately, she seems to be constantly bothering him.

Lu Zhiheng's expression also became somewhat unnatural, and he slightly averted his gaze. "Let's go, I'll take you home."

After saying that, he turned and left first.

Wen Song and Wen Miaomiao followed a few steps behind him. Taking advantage of Lu Zhiheng's inattention, Wen Miaomiao quietly whispered in Wen Song's ear, "You didn't see how anxious your uncle was when he saw you faint. He carefully carried you all the way, moving so gently that he was afraid of hurting you. The way he looked at you was so tender it could almost drip water."

It's understandable that I was anxious when I saw her faint, but her eyes were so tender they could melt your heart—that's clearly something Wen Miaomiao made up.

Afraid that Wen Miaomiao would say anything more outrageous, she reached out and covered her mouth, "Shut up, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't take you to the amusement park tomorrow."

On the way back, the car was eerily quiet. Lu Zhiheng focused on driving, keeping her eyes on the road ahead, without any extra expressions or movements. Wen Miaomiao fell asleep on her shoulder not long after getting in the car.

Wen Song tried several times to break the silence, even if it was just saying something casually, so that Lu Zhiheng wouldn't think of him as just a driver who had come to pick him up.

But whenever her gaze fell upon his taut, cold profile, the words that were about to come out of her mouth would be swallowed back, and in the end, she could only lean back quietly in her seat and silently look out the window.

Lu Zhiheng appeared calm, but his heart was in turmoil. He couldn't even say when it started, but whenever Wen Song was by his side, his usually calm and restrained heart could no longer find complete peace.

He forced himself not to look at her, desperately suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't just hold his breath and shut himself off. The faint, sweet scent of cream lingered in the cramped carriage, penetrating his nostrils relentlessly.

He floored the accelerator and arrived at Yunjin Pavilion in less than half an hour.

Wen Song woke up the sleeping Wen Miaomiao a few minutes early. After the two got out of the car, they found that Lu Zhiheng was still sitting steadily in the driver's seat.

A hint of doubt crossed Wen Song's mind. Out of politeness, he asked softly through the car window, "Uncle, it's so late, aren't you planning to go home and rest?"

Lu Zhiheng glanced at her indifferently and said succinctly, "For the next period of time, I will be staying at the old house."

On the way back, he thought about many things.

He found himself unable to control his urge to get closer to Wen Song. This sudden attraction was unfamiliar and difficult to handle, contrary to his usual rationality.

He was always a strategist, used to controlling everyone and everything, and he would never allow an ambiguous feeling to distort and corrupt what was originally a clean and pure relationship.

In his logic, if a collaboration causes anxiety and unease even before it begins, the best solution is to terminate it promptly.

He viewed emotions in the same way.

Therefore, before things get out of control, he needs to force himself to quit. The first step in quitting is to create physical distance, stay away from Wen Song, and isolate himself from the emotional disturbances caused by frequent contact.

Wen Song was completely unaware of Lu Zhiheng's inner thoughts at this moment. She was always sensitive, and Yun Jin Pavilion was very close to the Lu Group. He was willing to spend two or three extra hours commuting to the old house every day instead of living in his perfectly good house. The reason might be...

She pursed her lips and tentatively asked, "Uncle, are we making too much noise and disturbing you?"

"That's not true."

Perhaps because she lost both her parents at a young age and lived under someone else's roof, this girl always tended to attribute everything to herself first. Lu Zhiheng felt a pang of heartache, but he didn't show it on his face at all. "The elders from the family that I mentioned to you last time, who are returning from abroad, may stay in Yicheng for a while longer. I live in the old house, so it will be convenient for me to host them."

It turned out to be the case.

Wen Song's heart gradually calmed down. "I understand. Well then, Uncle, please be careful on the road."

Wen Miaomiao leaned against Wen Song, yawned, and waved to Lu Zhiheng, "See you tomorrow, Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng didn't understand what Wen Miaomiao meant by "see you tomorrow." He thought that at least for the time being, they probably wouldn't see each other again.

He nodded slightly, made no verbal promises, and drove away.

Wen Song watched Lu Zhiheng's car disappear completely around the corner of the garage before turning her gaze away and pulling Wen Miaomiao toward the elevator. "Miaomiao, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Your dad might not be able to come to the amusement park with us."

Wen Miaomiao slightly opened her eyes, which had been drooping lazily. "Why?"

Wen Song explained with shame, "You should have heard it just now, he's been quite busy lately and doesn't have any spare time."

Fearing that Wen Miaomiao would think she was inefficient, Wen Song added, "But didn't he spend New Year's Eve with you last night? I specially got this for you, and I even took a photo of you two together. Isn't this much more meaningful than going to an amusement park?"

Wen Miaomiao snorted through her nose, "So that's why you were so attentive last night. Turns out someone was trying to make amends."

As she spoke, she casually hooked her arm around Wen Song's neck, "I'm telling you, Miss Wen, you need to be more proactive. With you dragging your feet like this, do you think I'll even see you two get married before I leave?"

"Walk?"

Wen Song's heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively asked, "Where are you going?"

Wen Miaomiao's tone was slightly unnatural, "Of course I'd go back. I'm not from this timeline, do you really think I can stay here forever?"

Wen Miaomiao had always known she would leave, but when she actually talked about it with Wen Song, a deep sense of reluctance suddenly rose in her heart.

Wen Song was even more reluctant than her, and her mood visibly worsened almost immediately after Wen Miaomiao finished speaking.

With drooping eyebrows and her head hanging low, she asked, "When will you leave?"

Who knows?

Wen Miaomiao said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "You might not see me when you wake up tomorrow morning, or it might be another month or two or so."

She sighed, "I have a sharp tongue and I'm annoying. I always make you angry and I'm always clinging to you for food and drink. I'm like a little burden. Once I'm gone, you'll be completely free and at ease."

The words had barely left her lips when she clearly saw two drops of water splash on the floor in front of Wen Song. Her heart skipped a beat, and she stiffly asked, "Hey, Miss Wen, you're not crying again, are you?"

She tilted her head slightly, reached out and lifted Wen Song's chin, and sure enough, she saw Wen Song's tear-filled face.

Wen Song's eyes were red, and her voice had a slight nasal tone, "Although you have a sharp tongue, you're not annoying at all. You sometimes argue with me, but you've never done anything bad to me. I've never treated you as a burden. If I could, I would be willing to take care of you for the rest of my life."

She has already considered her family, and she includes her in every future plan. She intends to rely on her for the rest of her life.

Wen Miaomiao felt a lump of cotton stuck in her throat, and her eyes and nose stung a little. She blinked, trying to force back the soreness, and chuckled, "How did things turn into a confession?"

She clicked her tongue, casually raised her sleeve, and wiped away the tears on Wen Song's cheek. "Always so delicate and coquettish, it's really worrying."