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

After leaving Yunjin Pavilion, Lu Zhiheng immediately turned the steering wheel and headed to Xinglan Bay.

When he arrived, Lu Yun was sitting on the living room sofa, lost in thought.

Upon seeing Lu Zhiheng, she immediately stood up to greet him, "Zhiheng, how is Songsong?"

Lu Zhiheng said in a low voice, "I just took her home."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I've been strictly controlling the dosage. At most, I'll just sleep a little longer. Nothing will happen."

Before entering the house, Lu Zhiheng had tried his best to suppress his anger, but upon hearing this, the flames of anger flared up again. "So you think that as long as no one dies, it means nothing happened? Sister, what if Wen Miaomiao and I hadn't arrived in time today? What if Wen Song and Zhou Shijing..."

The latter part of the scenario was too horrible for him to bear, so he choked on his words. He took a deep breath, his tone cold and serious, "Do you know that this is a crime, something that could easily warrant prosecution and sentencing!"

Lu Yun's heart jolted, and she staggered back a few steps uncontrollably. "Songsong is someone I raised myself. I never thought of harming her. I just... I just couldn't bear to let these two children miss each other like this."

"You can't resort to such despicable means!"

Lu Zhiheng's tone was colder than ever before, "Given Shi Jing's aversion to Wen Song, even if you forcibly tie them together, how can you be sure they'll reconcile and not just suffer more?"

Lu Yun stubbornly insisted that she was not wrong. "Even if the pain is temporary, Shi Jing will remember Song Song one day. When that day comes, they will understand my good intentions and will be incredibly grateful for everything I have done for them!"

"That's all just wishful thinking on your part!"

Lu Zhiheng was extremely annoyed by Lu Yun's stubbornness and retorted without any politeness, "Instead of scheming these underhanded tricks, why don't you figure out why Zhou Shijing happened to have a car accident and lose his memory on the very day he registered his marriage with Wen Song? Why does he remember everyone around him but forget Wen Song? And why, months after the incident, is there still no sign of him regaining his memory!"

A barrage of questions rained down on Lu Yun, leaving her momentarily stunned. After a moment, she felt utterly bewildered. "Who can predict the timing of a car accident? He forgot Wen Song because a hematoma was compressing his nerves, which the doctor has already explained. As for why he still hasn't remembered, I've been searching the world for neurosurgeons. I believe there will be one who can help him..."

Before Lu Yun could finish speaking, a thought flashed through her mind. The thought was so absurd that it startled her. She looked up and stared intently at Lu Zhiheng. "Zhiheng, do you know something? What did you mean by what you just said?"

Lu Zhiheng stopped short of revealing the answer, as his own thoughts were in turmoil and he simply didn't have the patience to explain it to her. "Instead of asking me, you should go and ask the person involved in this matter yourself."

"I'm here to let you know. I didn't tell Wen Song about what happened today. Of course, it's not because I'm trying to cover for you, but simply because I couldn't bear to see her feel betrayed by her family. So, don't reveal a word of it to her. Just continue the way you two have always treated each other."

Lu Zhiheng's tone was cold and hard, carrying an unyielding sense of pressure, "As for her and Shi Jing, that's the end of it. From now on, don't interfere anymore."

On the second-floor railing, Zhou Shijing gripped the cold handrail tightly with his fingertips, clearly hearing every word of the argument between the two downstairs.

Lu Zhiheng's words, "That's the end," should have made him feel relieved, but instead of feeling relieved or relaxed, he felt a great sense of loss, as if something of utmost importance was rapidly slipping away from him.

Wen Song barely slept again last night.

She lost her mother at the age of five, her father at the age of twelve, and was abandoned by Zhou Shijing at the age of twenty. She finally had Wen Miaomiao, a close relative in this world with whom she could rely on each other, but was cruelly told that one day in the future, she would also be separated from her.

This sense of destiny—the constant cycle of gaining and losing—wrapped her heart like a fine, dense net.

She managed to get some sleep just before dawn.

However, even her dreams didn't favor her. In her dream, she went to an amusement park with Wen Miaomiao to ride a carousel. But as the carousel went on, the girl on the little horse suddenly disappeared into thin air. No matter how much she called out and searched, there was no trace of her.

Finally, Wen Song woke up from crying. Her pillow was soaked with tears, and the desperate, suffocating feeling in her dream made it difficult for her to breathe.

Unable to fall asleep again, she walked barefoot to Wen Song's room and only gradually felt relieved when she confirmed that Wen Song was still lying safely in bed.

She didn't go back to her own room. Instead, she moved a chair and sat by Wen Song's bedside, watching her sleep without blinking.

When Wen Miaomiao woke up, it was almost noon. After washing up, she went to the living room, where Wen Song was packing small cookies at the dining table.

Good morning, Miss Wen.

"Good morning, Miaomiao."

Wen Miaomiao shuffled over in her slippers. "Didn't we agree to go to the amusement park today? Why haven't you woken me up yet?"

Wen Song fed her a small cookie, "You're sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you. It's okay if we go to the amusement park later."

Wen Miaomiao said "Oh" and crunched the biscuit.

Wen Song casually asked, "I baked this fresh this morning. How is it? Does it taste alright?"

Wen Miaomiao smacked her lips and commented seriously, "It's alright, but not sweet enough for me. It might be more to my uncle's taste."

Not sweet enough?

Wen Song tasted a piece herself and found it wasn't sweet enough. She probably lost focus while making it that morning and didn't put in enough sugar.

"Then don't eat it. I'll bake you some more tomorrow."

As she spoke, she put all the cookies away.

She planned to bring it to the office to share with her colleagues after her vacation.

Wen Miaomiao suddenly had a bright idea, "Why don't you give these to your uncle?"

Wen Song knew immediately what Wen Miaomiao was up to, and politely declined, saying, "He doesn't like to eat this anyway."

On Zhong Ze's birthday, he made it clear that he had no interest in these desserts.

"But he never eats cake. Last time it was his birthday, you made him a cake yourself, and he ate it with great relish, didn't he?"

Wen Song pursed her lips. "Maybe he was in a good mood that day? Besides, he hasn't been back to Yunjin Pavilion lately, so even if I wanted to send him off, I wouldn't have the chance."

"How could there be no chance? Have you forgotten? You two not only live in the same neighborhood, but you also work at the same company."

Wen Miaomiao enthusiastically suggested to her, "If you don't want to be seen by people at the company, you can arrange to meet him near the company or in the parking lot."

Seeing Wen Song hesitate, she feigned disappointment and drew out her words, "He just saved your life yesterday, and you won't even give him a box of cookies."

"I'm not unwilling."

Wen Song knew that Wen Miaomiao was using reverse psychology on her, but she couldn't refute her.

She just didn't want to bother Lu Zhiheng unnecessarily, but if it was to express her gratitude for him taking her to the hospital yesterday, it seemed reasonable.

She sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll see you off, I'll see you off now."