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

Lu Zhiheng’s voice was low and deep. “I sent all the test reports here to the experts abroad. Their conclusion was the same as ours: it was caused by an intracranial hematoma compressing the nerves. As the hematoma is gradually absorbed, the memory and headache problems will gradually recover.”

After hearing this, Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze unconsciously drifting to Wen Song not far away. "How long will it take for the hematoma to be absorbed?"

Lu Zhiheng followed Lu Yun's gaze and saw the girl sitting upright, her eyes filled with unease, staring intently at him.

Lu Zhiheng's eyes flickered slightly as he subtly shifted his gaze. "The experts said that Shi Jing's intracranial hematoma is relatively small, and normally it should be absorbed in about 2-4 weeks."

In other words, the memory should be restored within a month at most.

Lu Yun walked over and patted Wen Song's shoulder reassuringly, "Songsong, did you hear what your uncle said? Shi Jing's amnesia is only temporary, and he will remember you soon."

Wen Song slowly loosened her grip on her fingernails. "I know, Aunt Yun. Don't worry too much. Let Shi Jing recover first."

Since Zhou Shijing's hostility towards Wen Song was obvious, Wen Song's stay in the hospital was of no use except to worry. Lu Yun simply asked Lu Zhiheng to send her home.

The two entered the elevator one after the other. The elevator mirror clearly reflected the girl's drooping eyebrows and melancholy appearance.

Two patients carrying IV stands walked in and almost bumped into Wen Song. Lu Zhiheng reached out to shield her, his deep voice descending from above her head, "Watch out for people, don't just stare at your own feet."

Wen Song suddenly came to her senses and shrank back in embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lu Zhiheng in the mirror. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, standing quietly beside her. The huge height difference made her look much shorter than him.

Zhou Shijing is actually not much shorter than Lu Zhiheng. Perhaps because she is used to being with him, Wen Song has never felt such a strong sense of pressure when standing next to him.

The thought of being alone in the car with Lu Zhiheng later made Wen Song feel inexplicably uneasy, and even her breathing became tight. "Uncle, don't bother me later, I can take a taxi back by myself."

At this moment, the elevator had reached the first floor. Lu Zhiheng stood still, showing no intention of moving aside. His tone was calm but left no room for argument, "I promised your Aunt Yun that I would get you home safely."

Wen Song had no choice but to give up and went with him to the basement to get the car.

But when she got into the car, she hesitated for two seconds before walking around the passenger side, opening the back door and getting in.

It's better to be rude than to feel uncomfortable sitting next to him.

The car was quiet, with a faint, bitter woody scent floating in the air. Wen Song listened quietly, and the tension that had been building up all day began to ease, and the initial nervousness when she got in the car gradually melted away.

Life is always so dramatic.

When she left home in the morning, she was wearing a new dress, full of anticipation for the next chapter of her life. But now, she hasn't gotten the marriage certificate, and her fiancé has lost his memory, remembering everyone but forgetting her.

After a long period of anxiety and worry, she finally received the final verdict today.

She couldn't help but feel endless regret, but what filled her heart even more was a deep sense of helplessness and confusion.

Lu Zhiheng had already brought the car to a complete stop, but the girl in the back seat still didn't move.

He glanced at the rearview mirror. The girl was sitting upright, looking out the window with her face turned to the side. Her doe-like eyes had lost their sparkle and were covered with a thin mist.

"Aren't you getting off?"

The deep voice abruptly pulled Wen Song back from her wandering thoughts. Her gaze met that of the man in the rearview mirror, and the confusion in her eyes vanished instantly. "Ah? I want to get off."

She hurriedly opened the car door and got out, standing properly by the roadside. "Thank you, Uncle. Goodbye, Uncle."

Lu Zhiheng nodded.

Just as the car was about to start, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked again at the girl outside the car window, whose face was flushed with embarrassment. "Wen Song."

Wen Song was surprised that Lu Zhiheng would suddenly call her, and reflexively replied with a "Hmm?" She then saw Lu Zhiheng looking at her calmly, "I don't eat people."

Lu Zhiheng's car had been gone for a long time, but Wen Song was still standing by the roadside, still processing what he had just said.

Does this mean she shouldn't be afraid of him?

The fear of him had been etched into my heart since I was twelve years old. This time, upon returning to the country, his aura was several times more intense than before.

Wen Song thought to herself, this was not something she could control.

She returned home with her shoulders drooping, but as soon as she entered, she saw a girl sitting on the windowsill.

She was startled. "You, how did you get into my room?"

The girl changed her outfit this time, wearing a punk-style leather jacket and high-waisted ripped jeans. Her original shoulder-length blonde hair was replaced with a bright pink tone, and her earlobes were covered with various earrings, just like last time.

In stark contrast to Wen Song's terrified expression, she was remarkably composed. With a push of her arm, she jumped down from the windowsill and strolled leisurely around Wen Song's room as if she were exploring her own backyard.

"What do you think? This is the third floor; I don't have the ability to climb over the wall to get in."

Wen Song thought it must be because he was too tired today and was hallucinating again.

She replied evasively, "I don't know."

Then, trying to ignore the other person, she walked to the wardrobe, grabbed a set of pajamas, and headed towards the bathroom.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

The girl followed her into the bathroom, saying, "Even now, you still won't believe me, will you?"

She leaned against the glass partition, coldly watching Wen Song fill the bathtub with water. "I told you, Zhou Shijing and you can't get a marriage certificate, and that's been proven true, hasn't it?"

"Wen Song? Miss Wen? Please say something, stop playing the ostrich!"

The noise around her was unbearable for Wen Song any longer. She suddenly looked up, staring directly at the person in front of her, her voice tense, "Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

Her lapse in composure seemed to amuse the girl before her, and she curled her pink lips into a playful smile. "Let me formally introduce myself, your future daughter, Wen Miaomiao."

Wen Song: "..."

Seeing that Wen Song still looked incredulous, the girl didn't bother to explain further. She grabbed Wen Song's arm and pulled her to stand in front of the mirror.

"Look at yourself, my face, especially my eyes, doesn't it look exactly like yours?"

Wen Song was forced to look at the two faces in the mirror. At first glance, one looked listless and lazy, while the other looked terrified, like a frightened rabbit. Their temperaments were completely different, and they seemed to have no connection at all.

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the two people in the mirror actually had six or seven points of resemblance in their facial features, especially their eyes. Apart from their different expressions, their eye shapes were almost identical.

Wen Song was stunned for a moment: "You, are you really my...daughter?"

"Genuine product guaranteed!"

The girl said in a lazy tone, "I support you getting a DNA test."

She actually offered to do a DNA test?

Even though Wen Song was unwilling to believe it, he began to waver a little at this moment. "But last time you only appeared for a few minutes, and disappeared before you finished speaking."

"Maybe it's because it's the first time you've worn it, so it's not very stable yet."

"And this time? How long can you travel through here?"

Wen Miaomiao shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe in a few days, maybe in a few months, maybe you won't see me again when you wake up tomorrow morning."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly leaned closer to Wen Song and said mysteriously, "Hey, are you sure you want to ask such pointless questions after knowing that I'm your daughter who traveled from the future?"

Wen Song looked at the face so close to his own, a face that resembled his own by six or seven parts, and his eyes darted away slightly. "Then what should I ask? What investments will be the most profitable in the future? What numbers should I buy for the latest lottery?"

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "Boring."

She got up and casually picked up a small ornament from the sink, tossing it up and down. "For example, you can ask me, 'Who is your future husband?'"

Wen Song lowered her eyes slightly, her tone dejected, completely devoid of curiosity, "Oh, then who is my future husband?"

"Lu Zhiheng".

"Who?!"

The biggest mental preparation Wen Song made was that her future husband would not be Zhou Shijing, but she never thought it would be Lu Zhiheng!

Her eyes widened in astonishment.

"Do you know who Lu Zhiheng is? He's Zhou Shijing's uncle! How...how could I possibly marry him?"

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "He's Zhou Shijing's uncle, not yours. He just drove you home himself, what's impossible about that?"

He drove me home because...

Wen Song was truly unable to process this; to be precise, it was even harder to accept than the fact that the girl in front of her had told her that she was her future daughter.

She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down.

Regardless of whether what Wen Miaomiao said is true or not, even if it is true and she and Lu Zhiheng get married someday in the future, nothing has happened yet.

She couldn't help but ask the question that mattered most to her: "Can you tell me why I ultimately broke up with Zhou Shijing?"