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

"Do I really need to tell you that?"

Wen Miaomiao shook her head, her voice laced with sarcasm, "Miss Wen, when a man doesn't want to marry a woman, of course it's because he doesn't like her!"

Zhou Shijing doesn't like her?

Wen Song's mind went blank for a moment. He searched his memory for a long time before belatedly realizing that he had never told her he liked her. Even on the day of their engagement, he only said he wanted to take care of her.

"Miss Wen, one should listen to advice, especially advice from someone like me who comes from the future."

Wen Miaomiao playfully hooked her arm around Wen Song's shoulder, "If you can't hold onto the sand, then let it go as soon as possible. Although I know it's hard for you to accept right now, that's because you don't know how wonderful it will be for you to be with Lu Zhiheng in the future."

fragrant?

Wen Song couldn't help but shiver when she thought of Lu Zhiheng's unapproachable face, the kind that made you feel like you could freeze half your tongue off if you said a word to him.

"Alright, I won't keep you from showering. I'm tired. Let's talk about any other questions tomorrow."

After the girl finished speaking, she walked out of the bathroom as if no one else was there, leaving Wen Song standing alone, her heart churning with turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time.

So much happened today, all of it defying logic, that she couldn't help but feel disoriented, wondering if she was still trapped in an absurd illusion, where reality and illusion were indistinguishable.

Unable to sort things out, Wen Song simply sank herself into the bathtub filled with water. The feeling of being enveloped by the warm water brought her a brief moment of peace from her chaotic thoughts.

When Wen Song came out of the bathroom again, she found Wen Miaomiao on her bed.

The girl was fast asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed, wearing a nightgown that had somehow been found, and all her flamboyant accessories had been removed.

By the dim light of the night lamp, Wen Song carefully observed her. Her small, delicate face, no bigger than a palm, looked rather innocent and adorable.

Unbelievable, she actually let a girl she had only met twice stay in her room overnight.

She said she was her daughter, that she came from the future…

But what if all those words she said were lies? What if she had ulterior motives?

Wen Song decided to get a DNA test tomorrow.

Whether Wen Miaomiao is her future daughter or not, the data will tell her the answer.

As the first rays of morning sunlight shone on Wen Song's face, she raised her hand to shield her eyes, gently turned over, and when her arm touched the empty space beside her, she suddenly remembered something and abruptly opened her eyes.

Sure enough, the room was empty; the girl who slept next to her yesterday had disappeared.

Was last night another illusion?

Wen Song got out of bed and searched the room thoroughly. After confirming that there was no sign of the girl, she put her hand to her forehead and let out a deep breath.

Thank goodness, the separation from Zhou Shijing is false, and the marriage to Lu Zhiheng is just a pipe dream.

"Wen Miaomiao..."

She gently ground the words between her teeth. How could she remember even the names from the illusion so clearly…

A lazy voice suddenly sounded from behind, "You called me?"

Wen Song was startled and quickly turned around, meeting Wen Miaomiao's gaze as she looked at her, who was holding a piece of bread in her mouth.

Wen Song blinked, then blinked again. "You...are you still here?"

Wen Miaomiao took a bite of bread. "Uh, I was hungry, so I went downstairs to find something to eat."

Wen Song's eyes widened. "You're just going to... go down like that?"

Wen Miaomiao looked herself up and down. "What's wrong? Is it a rule in your family that you can't wear pajamas downstairs?"

Wen Song almost lost the ability to organize his thoughts: "No, I mean, I mean, did you run into anyone when you went downstairs?"

"Yes, we ran into them." Wen Miaomiao said calmly. "Several of them: Zhou Shijing's parents, and the housekeeper who cooks for you. Which ones specifically?"

Wen Song's cheeks flushed red instantly. Is this child so capricious?

"So how did you introduce yourself to them?"

"Just tell the truth, what's there to hide?"

Tell the truth? Say she's her future daughter?

Just imagining that scene made Wen Song's heart stop. She couldn't process what was going on for a whole night. If Zhou Yongqian and his wife heard about it, they would probably be in big trouble.

Without thinking, she hurriedly turned around and went inside to change her clothes, but suddenly heard a giggle behind her. Wen Song turned around and saw Wen Miaomiao leaning against the door, laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. "No wonder you were fooled by Zhou Shijing, you're so easy to fool."

Wen Song instantly realized that Wen Miaomiao had been deliberately teasing her. She pursed her lips and silently went into the bathroom to wash up.

Wen Miaomiao finally managed to stop laughing and followed her into the bathroom. "Don't worry, I'll tell them she's your classmate's sister."

Wen Song hummed in agreement; Zhou Yongqian and his wife should believe this reason.

"Really, they didn't suspect anything. They even sent me up to call you down for breakfast."

After wiping his face, Wen Song hummed in agreement.

Wen Miaomiao, adept at reading people, swaggered over to her side and asked, "What? Are you angry?"

Wen Song didn't look at her, turned around and walked out. "No."

Wen Miaomiao followed behind her, "Then why are you making such a long face?"

Wen Song wanted to say, "She already said she's easy to fool, so why should I let her grin like an idiot in front of her?"

But she swallowed the words back down.

She opened the wardrobe, took out a dress, and said, "These are my clothes. You can wear them for now. I'll buy you a new one when I have a holiday in a few days."

Although Wen Miaomiao was only fourteen years old, she was not much shorter than Wen Song, and the two were about the same size.

But Wen Miaomiao was clearly a little disgusted, fiddling with the fabric and turning it over and over. "This is too ladylike, isn't it? I don't want it. I've never worn anything like this in my life."

Glancing at a neatly folded tracksuit on the top shelf of the wardrobe, Wen Miaomiao casually pointed and said, "That one, at least I can still wear it out."

Wen Song followed Wen Miaomiao's gaze to the outfit, her movements hesitant. It was a birthday gift Zhou Shijing had given her on her sixteenth birthday.

Because he wasn't familiar with her size, he bought a size that was slightly too big. After she changed into it, Zhou Shijing carefully rolled up the cuffs for her. "Songsong, you need to eat more, otherwise you won't grow taller."

Zhou Shijing was very gentle back then. The sunlight fell on him, as if he were covered with a fuzzy halo.

Wen Song couldn't help but recall the unfamiliar and confrontational look in Zhou Shijing's eyes when he looked at her at the hospital yesterday, and how the light in his eyes had dimmed.

She carefully took the clothes down and handed them to Wen Miaomiao, saying, "Be careful when you wear them, don't damage them."

Wen Miaomiao casually replied, "Okay."

After getting ready, the two went downstairs together. Zhou Yongqian and Lu Yun were preparing to go to the hospital.

Wen Song stepped forward to explain to Lu Yun, "Aunt Yun, Miao Miao is my classmate's younger sister. She had a little argument with her family a few days ago, so I brought her home to stay for one night."

Lu Yun glanced at Wen Miaomiao not far away and lowered her voice, "This child is probably going through a rebellious phase, right? It's normal. Shi Jing was similar to her in junior high school, and she wanted to change her hair color every day. It's okay, the house is spacious, so it's fine for her to stay here for a few more days."

"Did Shi Jing also have a rebellious phase?"

This was the first time she had heard of Wen Song, since she had always known Zhou Shijing as a gentle and sunny older brother.

"Yes, he's so annoying that I have heart attacks eight times a day. No one can control him except his uncle."

Perhaps because of what happened last night, Wen Song felt inexplicably guilty whenever she heard anything about Lu Zhiheng again.

She abruptly changed the subject, "Aunt Yun, is Shi Jing's headache any better? Can I go see him after class?"

Lu Yun hesitated, "He was in pain again in the middle of last night and only slept for a little while before dawn. Songsong, how about you go see him again in a couple of days when Shi Jing's condition is a bit better?"

Wen Song pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay, Aunt Yun, I'll bake some of his favorite cookies when I get back tonight, and you can bring them to him tomorrow."

Wen Song has always been sensible. Looking at her obedient appearance, Lu Yun felt a pang of sadness and leaned over to hug Wen Song. "Don't worry, Song Song, Shi Jing likes you so much, he will definitely remember you soon."

Does Zhou Shijing like her a lot?

Why did Wen Miaomiao say the exact opposite of what she said?

"Still thinking about Zhou Shijing?"

Wen Miaomiao walked over at some point, her hands in her pockets, her eyelids drooping, looking lazy. "I don't know what kind of hematoma is so magical, it just happened to press on that nerve, and just happened to erase you, Miss Wen, from his memory."

Wen Song ignored her sarcastic remarks. "I'm going to the testing agency today. You can stay here until the results are in."

Wen Miaomiao's eyes brightened slightly. "What happens after the results come out? What are your plans for me?"

Wen Song observed Wen Miaomiao's expression and saw no sign of guilt.

She hadn't really made up her mind yet, thinking, "I'll think about it when the time comes."

The results of the test will take at least three days to come out. After leaving the testing agency, Wen Song went directly to the school.

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, I ran into Zhong Man. She rushed over with a tray and sat down opposite me. "Sister Songsong, I heard from my brother that Brother Shijing was in a car accident yesterday?"

Wen Song nodded, "Yes, we were hit by a pickup truck on the way back to the city from the airport."

"How is he now? Is his injury serious?"

Wen Song looked down and poked at the food in his bowl. "I have a slight concussion and a cut on my forehead, but I'm fine otherwise."

Zhong Man had been hanging out with her brother since she was little, and basically regarded Zhou Shijing as half an older brother. "Then I'm going to the hospital to see him tomorrow. Sister Songsong, will you come with me?"

Remembering what Lu Yun had said that morning, Wen Song shook her head dejectedly, "I won't go."

"Why?"

For a long time, Wen Song has been seen as Zhou Shijing's little shadow, following him wherever he goes.

Normally, in a situation like Zhou Shijing's injury and hospitalization, Wen Song would spend most of his time at the hospital, except for attending classes.

Wen Song felt that this matter could not be hidden, after all, Zhou Shijing's friends were all very familiar with her, and they would definitely mention her when they visited Zhou Shijing.

Rather than letting them discover that Zhou Shijing has forgotten her, it's better for her to tell them in advance. This way, they can avoid mentioning her name and causing Zhou Shijing to become irritable.

"Shi Jing has a hematoma in his head, which is pressing on his nerves. He... doesn't remember me at all now."