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

Lu Zhiheng nodded, his eyes behind his glasses, which had been shining with a soft light, looked even more gentle now. "I asked Wen Miaomiao about the timeline in her parallel world. Based on her age, she should be born around next year. Although it's a bit tight, if I start pursuing you now, it should still be enough time."

"Pursue...pursue me?"

Wen Song was so surprised that he almost bit off his own tongue.

Although she knew from the beginning that she would end up with Lu Zhiheng, she was still shocked to hear him say that he wanted to pursue her.

Lu Zhiheng's gaze remained fixed on Wen Song's face. He had a terrible realization: he seemed to be becoming more and more infatuated with Wen Song. The way Wen Song looked so surprised that she lost all control of her expression made him find her exceptionally adorable.

"You and Shi Jing are basically over now, right?"

Wen Song completely lost the ability to think, and mechanically answered Lu Zhiheng's questions: "Yes, it's over."

"Are there any other people of the opposite sex you're considering dating right now?"

Wen Song shook his head. "No."

"I remember you said at the Lu family's old house last time that a ten-year age difference was not a problem for you."

Wen Song: "Hmm?"

My memory was suddenly pulled back to the time I gave Lu Zhiheng a cashmere blanket.

Lu Yun teased her for thinking Lu Zhiheng was too old, and she hurriedly defended herself. Lu Zhiheng came to her rescue, saying that he was only ten years older than her. Then she replied, "Ten years is nothing."

Wen Song didn't expect that Lu Zhiheng would still remember this, and would even bring it up in such an ambiguous atmosphere.

But those words were indeed spoken by her own mouth, and there was no denying it. Wen Song's ears burned, and she could only admit in a low voice, "I did say that."

Lu Zhiheng's thin lips curled into a shallow but confident smile. "Let me sort this out now. You're single right now and don't have anyone you want to date. I'm ten years older than you, but that age difference is acceptable to you. So, from that perspective, my pursuing you doesn't violate any morals, nor does it present any inappropriate obstacles."

Everything sounded right, but Wen Song felt something was off. "But Uncle..."

"Oh, right, there's something I need to add. I promised you before that you could keep calling me 'Little Uncle' as long as you wanted. I guess I'll have to break that promise now."

A mischievous smile flickered in Lu Zhiheng's eyes. "Given our current situation, if you keep calling me 'little uncle,' it will make me feel...immoral."

Wen Song froze, her ears burning instantly, her hands clenching her fingers helplessly, and even her breathing became erratic.

The familiar way of addressing her was suddenly exposed as awkward, and an ambiguous atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire living room, making her feel extremely embarrassed even to avoid eye contact.

"Okay, what were you trying to say? Go on."

Wen Song's train of thought was interrupted, and it took him a while to organize his thoughts before he tentatively spoke, "What I want to say is that matters of the heart should be left to nature. You don't need to forcefully change your original life trajectory just because Miao Miao has appeared."

Lu Zhiheng's words had already had a significant psychological impact on the girl in front of him, so he couldn't rashly confess his feelings to Wen Song again, saying that he had already had feelings for her before.

After a moment's hesitation, he chose to respond in a relatively mild and restrained manner: "Personally, if something has already reached a certain outcome, then all the processes must have been produced in order to achieve that outcome."

He softened his tone, his words revealing patience and gentleness. "Of course, you don't need to be too nervous. Right now, it's just me pursuing you. You don't need to rush to respond or promise me anything."

Lu Zhiheng was very efficient. That afternoon, Zhu He brought several nannies to help Wen Song choose one.

All of them were highly skilled professionals, so Wen Song chose the aunt who had the kindest face and the most easygoing manner.

The aunt's surname is Cao. She is a local of Yicheng and is an excellent cook of Yicheng cuisine. That evening, she volunteered to show off her skills to everyone.

So, Lu Zhiheng, who had just returned from the company, was invited by Wen Miaomiao to Wen Song's house to have dinner with them.

There were four people at the table. Wen Song and Lu Zhiheng sat on one side, and Wen Miaomiao and Zhu He sat on the other side.

She still hadn't fully processed what Lu Zhiheng had said to Wen Song, and the man beside her was so prominent that even sitting quietly next to her made her feel inexplicably nervous and shy. Especially when she felt his gaze occasionally falling on her head, Wen Song wished she could bury her face in the rice bowl in front of her.

The more Wen Miaomiao looked at her, the stranger she seemed. "Sister Songsong, what are you looking for in the bowl with your head down?"

Wen Song exclaimed "Huh?" and looked up, subconsciously glancing at Lu Zhiheng. She met his eyes, which held a faint smile, and her cheeks instantly burned even hotter. She retorted in a low voice, "I wasn't looking for anything in the bowl. I was just eating."

Lu Zhiheng picked up the serving chopsticks, placed a piece of fish into her bowl, and said, "Don't just eat rice; you should eat some vegetables occasionally."

His voice was so gentle, and his gaze towards Wen Song was so intense it seemed to overflow with honey. Zhu He could hardly believe that the person in front of him was the cold and aloof CEO Lu.

He glanced at Wen Miaomiao subconsciously, his eyes asking, "What's going on?"

Wen Miaomiao also noticed something unusual, but she reacted quickly and roughly knew what had happened. While feeling happy, she raised an eyebrow at Zhu He with a smug look, meaning, "Think about it carefully."

He couldn't quite understand the meaning of the congratulations. He knew that President Lu had always doted on Miss Wen, a junior, but the fact that he personally served her food and stared at her with such affection was truly perplexing.

After the meal, Wen Miaomiao claimed that she was too full and suggested that they go downstairs for a walk to digest.

She pulled Zhu He ahead, and Wen Song, momentarily distracted, looked up and couldn't see Wen Miaomiao anymore. Just as she was about to rush to look for her, Lu Zhiheng grabbed her wrist. "Didn't you realize she was deliberately creating opportunities for us to be alone?"

How could Wen Song not see that ever since Wen Miaomiao transmigrated, she had been trying to bring her and Lu Zhiheng together? Especially a few days ago, after she and Lu Zhiheng recognized each other, she spared no effort and kept creating opportunities for them every day.

She was just too nervous. She was nervous when she was alone with Lu Zhiheng before, and she became even more nervous after she found out that he was going to pursue her. It felt like there were a dozen rabbits in her chest, all vying to jump into her throat.

Lu Zhiheng looked down at the shy girl in front of him, and his heart melted.

His fingertips slid slowly down her slender wrist, brushing against the soft lines of her palm, and finally gently closed, firmly holding her delicate fingers.

The warm, tight touch made Wen Song stiffen, her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Lu Zhiheng held it tightly with both gentleness and firmness.

Lu Zhiheng locked his gaze on Wen Song's flustered and evasive eyes, his voice low and filled with patience and gentleness, "Songsong, what do you want me to do to make you stop being afraid of me?"