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

Wen Song didn't know how to completely stop being afraid of Lu Zhiheng. All she knew was that her whole body was burning up and she was so nervous that she was almost fainting. Her little hand moved uneasily in Lu Zhiheng's palm as she protested softly, "But, no one says they're pursuing someone in the morning and then immediately holds someone's hand in the evening."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled and teased her seriously, "We're different from others. If we don't speed up our pace, we won't be able to keep up."

Wen Song was surprised, "Does this kind of thing need to be rushed?"

Lu Zhiheng found Wen Song incredibly adorable. Her clear eyes shone brightly under the streetlights. He gently stroked the back of Wen Song's hand with his thumb, his tone filled with a doting affection he himself was unaware of, "Yes, but don't worry, I'll take charge of everything. You just need to cooperate with me."

Obediently cooperating? What does it mean to obediently cooperate?

Wen Song's gaze secretly fell on the two hands clasped together. His palms were exceptionally large and thick, with clearly defined veins on the back of his hands, exuding a strength unique to mature men.

In contrast, her hands were so small and delicate that they were almost easily and completely enveloped by him.

If they only held hands today, does that mean if he asks her to hug or kiss him tomorrow, she can't resist at all?

Embrace…

kiss…

Wen Song's mind was filled with images of Lu Zhiheng's broad chest and his thin, well-defined lips.

"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you saying anything?"

The moment her thoughts were pulled back, Wen Song realized that she had just been letting her imagination run wild.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she lowered her head. She was truly bewitched; how could she dare to have such shameful thoughts about Lu Zhiheng in front of him!

"It's nothing, just... overthinking... Let's go."

As she spoke, she turned and walked away as if fleeing. She forgot that her hand was still being held in Lu Zhiheng's palm. Just as her fingertips were about to slip away, Lu Zhiheng gently hooked her hand and pulled it back.

At the same time, he spread his five fingers apart, and his fingers slowly and firmly inserted one by one into the gap. From then on, his two palms were pressed together, and his ten fingers were tightly interlocked, even more firmly and tightly than before.

At the corner, Zhu He, whose mouth was tightly covered by Wen Miaomiao, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. What had he just seen?

The usually aloof, abstinent, and woman-averse CEO Lu actually took the initiative to hold a girl's hand.

Most importantly, the person he was holding hands with wasn't just anyone, but his own nephew's fiancée!

My worldview was severely damaged at this moment, and my facial features gradually began to go out of control.

"Waaaaah..."

He protested in a low voice, signaling Wen Miaomiao to let go of him, and repeatedly assured her with his eyes that he would not scream and disturb the two people who were "lovey-dovey" under the streetlight. Only then did Wen Miaomiao release her small hand covering his mouth.

"Miaomiao, did I see that right?"

He took deep breaths of fresh air while questioning Wen Miaomiao.

"Making a fuss over nothing."

Wen Miaomiao glanced at him sideways, "You're already in your thirties? Haven't you ever seen couples dating before?"

Zhu He craned his neck and swallowed hard. "First of all, I just turned twenty-nine this year, not even thirty yet. Secondly, it's not that I've never seen couples in love before, I am..."

He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening even further. "What did you say? Mr. Lu is dating Miss Wen?!"

Wen Miaomiao clicked her tongue and shook her small hand threateningly, "Speaking so loudly, do you want me to cover your mouth again?"

She hadn't expected Lu Zhiheng to be so efficient. When he picked her up from the hospital that morning, Wen Song was still calling him "little uncle" and keeping a respectful distance from him. But in just half a day, he had already taken her hand.

As expected of an old man who's been single for too long, while others take their time with flirting, he goes all out at double speed!

Zhu He quickly covered his mouth, "I'm so sorry, I was just too surprised."

He swallowed hard, looked again at the two figures walking away, and lowered his voice to ask the crucial question, "No, Mr. Lu and Miss Wen, how could this be?"

"Why not? They're both single and not related by blood. They'd be perfectly suited for marriage, let alone dating."

"But Miss Wen isn't Mr. Lu's nephew..."

"That's an ancient almanac from eight hundred years ago, why are you still flipping back to the past?"

With a mature air, Wen Miaomiao patted Zhu He on the shoulder and asked, "Assistant Zhu, would you like a promotion?"

Wen Miaomiao changed the subject too quickly, and Zhu He didn't react for a moment, so he reflexively replied, "Yes."

Wen Miaomiao asked again, "Do you want a raise?"

Congratulations on your immediate decision without hesitation. Nod, "Of course I want to."

Wen Miaomiao asked again, "So you want to stay in the position of President Lu's assistant forever, and not be squeezed out by anyone?"

Congratulations on your ambitious look! "This is something I absolutely have to think about!"

Wen Miaomiao smiled with satisfaction. "Don't just think about it, you have to take action!"

She clenched her fist and extended it towards Zhuhe, saying, "I'll help your CEO Lu and Sister Songsong get together. I'll take care of the family, and you'll take care of the company. One day, when they finally get married, I won't take a single medal of honor; it'll all be yours!"

Zhu He was still in a daze, but seeing Wen Miaomiao's confident words and recalling how gentle and doting President Lu had been towards Miss Wen earlier, he suddenly felt a surge of energy. He raised his hand, made a fist, and bumped it with Wen Miaomiao's small fist. "You don't have to give it all to me. If that day ever comes, we'll sit at the head table together at the wedding!"

Lu Zhiheng is a typical workaholic. He spends his days either at the company or at home. Even when he works out, it's always at an indoor gym. He rarely takes a leisurely stroll in the neighborhood like this.

But today is destined to be a special day.

He took the crucial first step towards the girl he admired, and he could finally hold her hand openly as they strolled together under the dim streetlights.

He had always disdained worldly love and affection, but today he truly tasted the joy of love conquering all. He even naively hoped in his heart that this path could extend indefinitely, without end.

Wen Song's initial discomfort at being led by Lu Zhiheng had gradually disappeared, and she could feel that Lu Zhiheng had deliberately slowed down his pace to accommodate her.

A gust of cold wind blew out, and Wen Song couldn't help but sneeze.

"Are you getting a little cold?"

As Lu Zhiheng spoke, he took off his coat and considerately draped it over Wen Song's shoulders. "Let's walk back slowly."

Lu Zhiheng's coat was still covered in his scent; the bitter woody fragrance enveloped Wen Song, and she suddenly had the illusion that she was in his broad embrace.

Wen Song tucked his chin further into his coat collar. "We wonder where Miao Miao and the others have gone. Should we tell them?"

"No need. Zhuhe just sent me a message; he's already taken Miaomiao home."

Wen Song said "Oh" and lowered his eyes without saying anything more.

Lu Zhiheng stared at her round head for a while. "I remember your leave period ended today, right?"

Wen Song nodded, "Yes, I'll be starting work tomorrow."

"Then take my car with you in the morning."

Before Wen Song could answer, she added, "From now on, we'll go to and from get off work together."

Wen Song instinctively wanted to refuse, "I'm used to walking to and from get off work. Besides, wouldn't it be bad if my colleagues saw me coming and going with you?"

She clearly remembered that on her first day at work, Lu Zhiheng specifically instructed her to congratulate him and pretend they didn't know each other in the company. Later, when she had dinner with Xia Lang, he saw her and solemnly reminded her not to get too close to men in the company to avoid gossip.

Lu Zhiheng knew that his actions could be considered double standards, but times had changed.

He used to guide her as an elder, carefully teaching her how to avoid detours and try her best to establish herself in this society based on her own abilities.

Now, as someone who wants to spend his life with her, he only wants to be with her every moment. He also has a legitimate and open position to protect her under his wing.

Lu Zhiheng gently ruffled Wen Song's soft hair with his large hand, his tone gentle yet carrying the innate authority of a superior, "From now on, remember not to use the honorific 'you' when addressing me. As for your concerns, rest assured, with me here, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."