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

Lu Zhiheng was very efficient and quickly arranged a series of matters for Wen Miaomiao, including transferring her to another hospital.

When Wen Miaomiao woke up, Wen Song was sitting in front of her bed, watching her without moving.

Her eyes, which were usually listless, were too tired to open today. She barely glanced at her surroundings and said weakly, "I knew you'd drive me to the hospital one day."

She was fine until she spoke, and Wen Song, who had been holding back her tears for so long, finally couldn't hold them back anymore, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. "How dare you say that, Wen Miaomiao? Why didn't you tell me you had a heart condition?"

Wen Miaomiao couldn't stand Wen Song's tears the most, and clicked her tongue in disgust, "I'm not dead yet, stop crying like that, okay?"

"Wen Miaomiao!"

Wen Song was both heartbroken and angry. "Don't curse yourself like that, and don't even think about changing the subject!"

"Wow, you're quick-witted this time; you even know I'm changing the subject."

Wen Miaomiao forced a roguish smile at the corners of her mouth. "It's nothing. As long as you don't do strenuous exercise or get too much stimulation, no one will die. What's there to say?"

"Is a heart condition a minor issue? The doctor said today was very dangerous and even criticized me for taking you to the amusement park."

Speaking of this, Wen Song felt a pang of self-reproach, and her tears fell even more rapidly.

Wen Miaomiao struggled to raise her arm. "You're such a grown-up, always so delicate and crying. Here, I don't have much strength. You can wipe your tears with my sleeve."

Wen Song sniffed and carefully placed her arm, which still had an IV needle in it, back under the blanket. "There are tissues here. Who's going to use your sleeve?"

As Wen Song wiped away her tears, Wen Miaomiao said helplessly in a low voice, "Alright, stop crying. I know what I'm doing. Didn't you see we chose the gentler rides at the amusement park?"

"That's dangerous too, you shouldn't have kept it from me."

Wen Miaomiao didn't argue with the crybaby. "Fine, I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept it from you, okay?"

"That's how it is."

When Wen Song spoke, his tone still had a slight nasal quality. "By the way, there's something I need to tell you in advance. Because your hospitalization requires your personal identification information, I have no choice but to tell your uncle everything about you."

Wen Miaomiao: "Oh."

After saying that, she suddenly realized what she had said, and exclaimed, "Huh?" Her eyes were full of astonishment. She struggled to get up from the hospital bed. "What did you say to Lu Zhiheng?"

"You said you came from another time, and... he's actually your father, you told them all."

Upon hearing this, Wen Miaomiao, who had been sitting halfway up the bed, completely lost her strength and collapsed back onto the bed, covering her despairing face with her hand. "Wen Song, my heart hurts. Can you take me to the emergency room for emergency treatment?"

After listening to the expert's assessment of Wen Miaomiao's condition, Lu Zhiheng returned to the ward and saw Wen Song asking Wen Miaomiao anxiously, "Where does it hurt? Wait here, I'll go call the doctor right now."

"Hey! Don't you have a sense of humor at all? You can't even tell I'm lying."

After Wen Miaomiao finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of Lu Zhiheng at the door of the ward out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes instinctively darted away, and she coughed lightly and awkwardly, "Little...Little Uncle."

Wen Miaomiao was always willful and unrestrained, and even with Lu Zhiheng, she rarely became so nervous that she stuttered. Wen Song assumed that she was a little embarrassed because she had recognized her father in another time and space, so he took the initiative to make room for them, "I'm going out to buy some food and bring it up. Uncle, could you please take care of Miaomiao here for me?"

Lu Zhiheng nodded, his tone gentle, "Go ahead."

Lu Zhiheng's gaze followed Wen Song's retreating figure until she left the ward, at which point he looked back at Wen Miaomiao and caught her stealing glances.

His sharp gaze behind his glasses softened slightly. He walked calmly to the bedside, pulled up a chair, and slowly sat down.

"Didn't you say she was my daughter? Why don't you change your address and still call her 'little uncle'?"

Wen Song didn't dare to meet Lu Zhiheng's eyes at all: "Uh... I was just afraid that you would suddenly have such a big daughter and wouldn't be used to it."

"Don't worry, I'm mentally strong enough. I'm just a little curious, in your world, how exactly did I end up with Wen Song?"

"Ah, that..."

Lu Zhiheng's tone was unhurried and even gentle, but the oppressive feeling that slowly spread around him made Wen Miaomiao feel like she had nowhere to hide.

"It must have been my mom who pursued you, after all, you're so charming, Uncle..."

"Wen Miaomiao."

Before Wen Miaomiao could finish speaking, Lu Zhiheng interrupted her in a deep voice, "I'm not Wen Song, and I don't have a biased view of you like a biological daughter. I have basic reasoning abilities, and I can do a paternity test anytime. So, you'd better think carefully before you say anything."

Wen Miaomiao's attempt to bluff her way out completely died at this moment. She exhaled impatiently, "Fine, then you have to promise that you won't tell Wen Song what I'm about to say."

When Wen Song came upstairs after buying food, Lu Zhiheng had just come out of the ward, looking somber and radiating a low-pressure atmosphere.

Wen Song stepped forward and cautiously asked, "Are you finished talking?"

Lu Zhiheng hummed in agreement. "We're done talking."

His gaze upon her was exceptionally deep and intense, causing Wen Song to hesitate slightly. "So, do you believe me now? Or do you still need to arrange a paternity test to confirm?"

"The identification still needs to be done, but I have a pretty good idea of ​​what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief and clenched the plastic bag in his hand. "Uncle, I told you that Miaomiao is your daughter simply because it's an urgent matter and I wanted to ask you for help with her household registration."

She pursed her lips, trying to make her meaning clear, "You don't need to feel any pressure, and you can rest assured that neither she nor I will disrupt your current normal life because of this."

"But it's already disrupted."

Lu Zhiheng spoke gently, but his gaze toward Wen Song carried a heavy weight. "Wen Song, I am not an irresponsible person. Now that I know everything, I will not stand idly by. From now on, Wen Miaomiao will no longer be your responsibility alone. I will take care of her with you."

Meanwhile, Xinglan Bay.

Zhou Shijing stayed in bed for two whole days before dragging his slow, deliberate steps downstairs.

Lu Yun sat quietly on the sofa, her gaze sweeping indifferently over his figure. "Where are you going?"

Zhou Shijing looked away from her, saying, "It's a friend's birthday party, I'm just going over to hang out."

"Playing is fine."

Lu Yun, unusually, didn't scold him for neglecting his duties. "I have an appointment with a foreign neurosurgeon tomorrow. You'll come with me for a second checkup."

"I'm not going."

Zhou Shijing refused without even thinking.

"Why aren't you going? Haven't you thought it through?"

Zhou Shijing sneered and retorted, "Don't you already know? Is there any need for you to pretend with me?"

Lu Yun clenched her fist on the sofa armrest. "So, what your uncle said is true, and you've been faking amnesia to deceive us all this time?"

Why?

She stood up in disbelief. "Why, Zhou Shijing? Do you think it's fun to mess with us all, or do you feel good about hurting Songsong's feelings?"

"If you didn't want to get married, you should have said so earlier. Who are you trying to annoy with this whole thing? You're twenty-four years old, how can you do something so childish and irresponsible?"

"Immature? Irresponsible?"

Zhou Shijing seemed to have been suppressing too many emotions, and finally found an outlet to explode. He approached Lu Yun step by step, "If I weren't responsible, I wouldn't have treated Wen Song like a younger sister ever since she moved into our house; if I weren't responsible, I wouldn't have agreed to your and my father's request to get engaged to Wen Song when I was eighteen!"

"I don't want to marry her."

Zhou Shijing looked pained, veins bulging on his forehead, his voice low and almost a roar, "But dare I say it? If I utter even a single word in rebuttal, I'll immediately be branded as ungrateful by everyone."

He pointed his finger sharply at his chest, his voice filled with grievance and resentment, "Yes, Wen Song's father saved me, and I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life, but I've also been held hostage for life!"