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

The call ended, but neither of them felt sleepy.

Wen Song was too unaccustomed to the sudden change in her relationship with Lu Zhiheng.

She felt like she was dreaming all day. The man who had always acted as her elder suddenly said he wanted to pursue her. He changed his serious demeanor and became gentle and soft-spoken, even taking her hand. He had just called her to say goodnight...

At this moment, Lu Zhiheng's longing for Wen Song reached a new height.

He had never experienced missing someone like this before. Even though they had only been apart for a short time, the overwhelming longing was about to break through his reason. He really needed to restrain himself to suppress the urge to set off to find her immediately.

Wen Song is a very slow-to-warm-up person. Today, it took a lot of courage for her to let him hold her hand. And a large part of the reason she complied was that she really believed that in a parallel world, they would eventually be together.

He worried that if he acted too hastily, he might really frighten her.

He flipped through the photos of Wen Song saved in his album, gently stroking the girl's cheek on the screen with his thumb. For the first time in his life, Lu Zhiheng felt that the long night was unbearable.

Wen Song only fell asleep in the early hours of last night. She applied a rescue face mask this morning, and her complexion has recovered somewhat.

She had finished washing up and was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast when she received a message from Lu Zhiheng.

L: I'll be waiting for you in the underground parking garage.

Wen Song thought it was late, but when she checked the time, she found that it was still more than half an hour before her usual departure time.

No wonder she rarely ran into Lu Zhiheng in the elevator when she went to work; it turned out he always left home so early.

As the president of Lu's Group, Lu Zhiheng always planned his time down to the second. Wen Song was naturally embarrassed to make him wait any longer, so she hurriedly stuffed the half-eaten bread into her mouth, grabbed her bag, and headed straight for the underground parking garage.

Inside the black Maybach, Zhuhe is reporting his work schedule to Lu Zhiheng.

Mr. Lu, who usually listens to his reports while also browsing through several financial news articles, seemed somewhat distracted today.

Behind the glasses, his deep eyes would sometimes glance at the watch on his wrist, and sometimes look towards the elevator through the rearview mirror.

When a familiar figure jogged into his line of sight, Lu Zhiheng's tense facial lines finally relaxed. He opened the door, got out of the car, and strode forward to greet her.

The two stopped when they were two steps apart.

The person he had missed all night was now standing in front of him. Lu Zhiheng's lips unconsciously curled into a smile. "Why are you running? I said I would wait for you here. I won't leave first."

This wasn't the first time he'd said something like that to her. The last time they bumped into each other at the Jiangyuan Hotel, he gave her a ride home, and she ran to get into his car, he said the same thing.

At that moment, Wen Song felt at ease, a sense of security as if her sensitive heart was being gently cradled by a pair of large hands.

But at that moment, when she heard the same words, she heard only the man's doting affection.

She was still slightly out of breath, her clear, doe-like eyes meeting the man's gentle gaze.

"I'm worried about taking up your time."

Lu Zhiheng had been rushing to the company early to deliberately avoid running into Wen Song in the elevator.

But he left home early today because he couldn't wait to see Wen Song.

He stepped forward and gently took her hand, the action so practiced, as if he had done it countless times before.

"Time is not wasted if it is spent on worthwhile people or things."

Does this mean that in his heart, she is someone worth waiting for?

After Wen Song was led into the car by Lu Zhiheng, she belatedly realized that Lu Zhiheng seemed to have said something sweet to her earlier.

Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the temperature on her face gradually rose.

Especially with other people in the car, she felt even more embarrassed, hanging her head low and secretly pulling her fingers back, trying to break free from Lu Zhiheng's large palm.

Congratulations! I was speechless for a long time after I got home last night. I'm almost thirty years old and have seen a lot in the workplace, but I was actually brainwashed by a fourteen-year-old girl. I made a promise with her in a daze to be an accomplice to President Lu and Ms. Wen in the company.

On his way to Yunjin Pavilion in the morning, he even made up his mind to pretend that the agreement made last night did not exist.

He would rather bear the infamy of breaking his promise than rashly interfere in President Lu's private affairs. If he misinterpreted the emperor's intentions and angered President Lu, he would suffer more losses than gains.

As a result, seeing with his own eyes how much President Lu was devoted to Miss Wen, he instantly overturned his previous decision.

He insisted on contributing to this battle for love, and no one could stop him!

Thinking of this, he turned slightly to the side. "Mr. Lu, today's schedule has been reported. If there are no other instructions, I won't disturb you and Ms. Wen any longer."

As the congratulatory words faded, Wen Song watched in disbelief as the partition in the middle of the carriage slowly rose.

The already ambiguous atmosphere instantly became even more subtle. Lu Zhiheng took the opportunity to envelop her struggling little hands, "We held hands for so long yesterday, and now you're not used to it after sleeping together?"

Wen Song was just not used to being too intimate with him in front of others, but now that the partition was raised and there were only the two of them in the back seat of the car, she stopped struggling and obediently let him hold her hand.

"No, someone was watching just now."

Lu Zhiheng couldn't bear to see Wen Song blush and be shy, like a soft and cuddly little kitten, which always made him want to touch her and tease her.

"If no one is watching, what else can I do besides hold your hand?"

As he spoke, he leaned his entire upper body forward.

As the acrid woody scent drew closer, Wen Song's expression suddenly tensed. Her mind involuntarily drifted to his words about speeding up the process, and her body involuntarily leaned back until her back pressed against the car door, leaving her nowhere to retreat. Terrified, she tightly closed her eyes and frantically pulled a carton of milk from her bag to stand between the two of them.

"Um, have you had breakfast? Would you like a glass of milk?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air fell silent. Wen Song secretly opened one eye to look at Lu Zhiheng's expression.

Sure enough, I was met with a handsome face that had a playful expression.

"Just kidding, why are you so easily nervous?"

Lu Zhiheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he chuckled softly. He casually took the carton of milk that was pressed against his chest and returned to his seat. "Did you bring this especially for me?"

Wen Song nodded first, then quickly shook his head and honestly replied, "No, I planned to drink it on the way."

Lu Zhiheng thought that Wen Song's straightforwardness and honesty were really well-behaved and likable. With a smile on his lips, he quietly inserted the straw and handed it back to her, "Drink up."

Wen Song reached out and took it, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his fingertips. She quickly withdrew her hand and brought it to her lips, taking a small sip.

Her movements were very gentle; her fair and radiant cheeks sank slightly as she sipped the milk, her pink lips wrapped around the straw, opening and closing with each movement.

Lu Zhiheng could almost picture the milk slowly being swallowed down her slender throat, and suddenly felt a little thirsty and distracted.