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

Lu Zhiheng sat on a single sofa in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. He did not close his eyes from beginning to end, and quietly watched the girl behind him who was looking down and concentrating, using the faint reflection in the glass.

In order to better help Lu Yun relieve her headache, Wen Song had specifically sought out a professional massage therapist to learn how to massage.

But she was a little nervous today because she was unsure of Lu Zhiheng's tolerance for force, so she deliberately used very gentle pressure.

From the angle of her slightly bent-over posture, she could clearly see Lu Zhiheng's thick black hair, which was neatly and stylishly trimmed.

As you get closer, the subtle woody scent emanating from him becomes stronger. The slightly bitter aroma is calm and clean, and smelling it makes your tense nerves relax a lot.

As night slowly fell and the daylight outside the window gradually faded, the reflections on the glass became clearer. Although the two figures were still a short distance apart, they seemed to overlap and merge visually.

Lu Zhiheng unconsciously slowed his breathing. He was so reluctant to be so close to her that he deliberately remained still, hoping that this tranquility could last a little longer...

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air was finally broken when Wen Miaomiao called to urge them on.

"Wen Song, why haven't you arrived yet? Did you pack your things and run away last night?"

Wen Song naturally couldn't say that she was delayed because she was giving Lu Zhiheng a massage, so she subconsciously made up an excuse, "No, how could that be? There was traffic on the way, we'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Lu Zhiheng apologetically, "Uncle, has your headache subsided? Miaomiao is urging me to go to the hospital, I might have to go."

Lu Zhiheng didn't have a headache to begin with. He had no other reason to keep her here any longer. "Much better."

He stood up, casually grabbing his coat from the sofa. "Just as your Aunt Yun said, it really works. It's getting late, I'll take you there."

"No need."

Wen Song quickly refused, "Uncle, it's very convenient for me to take a taxi there. You don't need to make a special trip."

Lu Zhiheng had long legs and a long stride. Wen Song followed behind, anxious to stop him. She subconsciously tried to grab Lu Zhiheng's sleeve, but her fingertips landed on his large hand instead.

The sudden skin-to-skin contact startled them both.

Wen Song, in particular, stiffened as if electrocuted. Her fingers clenched tightly and then quickly loosened, her cheeks burning instantly. She frantically pulled her hand back, her voice tinged with helplessness: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyes to look at her flustered and dodging appearance, and his palms subconsciously clenched and curled up.

The throbbing in his heart was no less than that of Wen Song. The sensation from the touch lingered for a long time; the warmth of her fingertips was light and soft, leaving a clear imprint on his skin.

If she hadn't immediately pulled her hand away, he almost would have gently held onto that small hand, reluctant to let go.

The ambiguous tension in the air was slowly building up when the sudden doorbell rang, rescuing Wen Song from her awkward situation.

She took a step back and whispered, "Uncle, you have a guest."

Lu Zhiheng slowly withdrew his gaze from above her head, walked a few steps to the door, and opened it.

"Surprise! Unexpected check-up."

Shang Yang smiled, withdrew his hand from the door frame, and walked past Lu Zhiheng into the room. "Someone said they saw you on a date with a stunningly beautiful woman at the Jiangyuan Hotel. I came to see if it's true..."

The words had barely left his mouth when his gaze met Wen Song's inside the room. His nonchalant expression vanished instantly. "Hey, Song Song, what are you doing here?"

"I…"

"What she's doing here is none of your business!"

Lu Zhiheng spoke coldly, raising his chin slightly to signal Wen Song, "Since you don't need me to see you off, then I won't. Be careful on your way."

Wen Song felt as if he had been granted a pardon and nodded quickly, "I understand, goodbye, Uncle."

She then politely nodded slightly to Shang Yang, "Goodbye, Brother Shang Yang."

Lu Zhiheng watched Wen Song enter the elevator before closing the door, turning around, and unexpectedly meeting Shang Yang's amused and teasing gaze.

"Tsk tsk tsk, something's up, Lao Lu. Why did you look at your nephew's wife with such an inappropriate gaze just now?"

Lu Zhiheng's eyes flickered slightly, he cursed "sick", and walked around Shang Yang with disgust back into the house.

"Hey, don't think I didn't see it. Songsong's face is so red it's almost bleeding. Tell me honestly, what exactly did you, you big bad wolf, do to Little Red Riding Hood at home just now?"

Shang Yang, bursting with gossip, followed Lu Zhiheng all the way inside.

Lu Zhiheng took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, and took several big gulps to barely suppress the lingering heat in his heart.

"What can I do for her? And let me reiterate, she and Zhou Shijing are over. Stop calling her 'niece-in-law'."

"Oh my, so you're starting to clarify your identity now? Looks like there's something going on?"

Shang Yang winked at him teasingly, "I knew you were up to something. You said you were afraid of noise and wouldn't let me move in across the street, but in the end, you let Songsong move in so easily."

Shang Yang snorted as he spoke, "He even forbade me from having any designs on Songsong, but it turns out he was just using his position for personal gain, keeping it all for himself."

Lu Zhiheng didn't say a word, but Shang Yang could put on a whole drama himself: "It's a good thing that Sister Yun trusted you so much, specially sending Songsong to your side to take care of her. Who would have thought that she would personally send Little Red Riding Hood into the wolf's den? The prospective daughter-in-law has become the prospective sister-in-law. Tsk tsk, what a family ethics drama..."

Lu Zhiheng's head wasn't hurting at first, but after Shang Yang started yelling, his temples began to throb violently. "Stop letting your thoughts wander and making up nonsense here."

"How is this just making things up? You and Songsong are both single. If you really have feelings for each other, it's like keeping the good stuff in the family."

Of all that Shang Yang said, Lu Zhiheng only took one sentence to heart—"The man is unmarried, and the woman is unmarried."

The worries and gloom that had been lingering in my mind for days were suddenly blown away by a gentle breeze, bringing a sense of clarity.

All the previous hesitation, entanglement, wavering, and indecisiveness were loosened and disintegrated at this moment.

Yes, since God has given him a second chance, why can't he seize it?

As Wen Song sat in the taxi, all she could think about was the moment she accidentally grabbed Lu Zhiheng's hand and the look in his eyes when he looked at her.

His gaze was deep and intense, filled with an indescribable tenderness and affection, and carried a warmth that made his heart flutter.

She always felt that Lu Zhiheng was treating her differently, especially after talking with Wen Miaomiao, his mood became noticeably heavy, and his words and actions were not the same as before.

Such a sensible person actually took the initiative to ask her to come closer and help press acupoints.

Wen Song recalled that scene again. The moment his fingertips touched his skin, it felt like he was on fire. The flames spread along his fingers and quickly spread throughout his body.