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

Wen Song was fast asleep when a piercing cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded in his ear.

She reached out to touch her phone in a daze, but instead touched a warm, slightly bouncy skin.

Following the skin downwards again, my fingertip touched a pointed bump.

The protrusion would move, going up with a "thump" and then down with another "thump".

Wen Song was wondering what this thing was when a nerve in her brain suddenly twitched. She opened her eyes in alarm and, sure enough, was facing Lu Zhiheng's handsome face, which was so close yet so far.

"what!"

Wen Song let out a soft cry, and instinctively pushed outward with all her might.

Lu Zhiheng groaned, his head forced back. "Sweetie, be gentle."

A slight vibration came from her palm, and Wen Song realized that her hand was actually on Lu Zhiheng's neck.

And that upward and downward protrusion was clearly his Adam's apple.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Overwhelmed with embarrassment, her face flushed crimson, and she recoiled as if electrocuted. "Weren't you working over there? Why were you suddenly so close to me?"

"It wasn't sudden; I've been sitting here for a while now."

The phone kept ringing. Lu Zhiheng said, "I'll explain later," and swiped to answer.

"Hello, Mom."

After hearing what Grandma Lu said, Lu Zhiheng frowned briefly. "Coming home for dinner tonight? Is something wrong?"

"Your Uncle Han and his family are returning to China tomorrow. Let's give them a send-off tonight."

"Going back to China tomorrow?"

Lu Zhiheng hadn't expected that they would travel such a long way back to the country only to stay for a few days.

"They said there's been some trouble at the company over there, and they need to go back urgently to deal with it. Remember to come back early later."

During the time the Han family returned to China, Lu Zhiheng only showed up on the first day when they were welcomed back, and he left the banquet before it was over.

Both out of courtesy and reason, he should go back for tonight's farewell banquet.

"Okay, I'll be back on time."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiheng looked at the girl beside him with her big, wet, doe-like eyes, waiting for his explanation, and chuckled helplessly.

"You accidentally fell asleep, and I was worried that your sleeping position was wrong and you would be uncomfortable when you woke up, so I sat next to you and supported your head."

After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and there was indeed a faint red crease on his wrist.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't go so far as to do anything to you while you're asleep."

Wen Song's thoughts were exposed, and she felt ashamed for being petty and misunderstanding him. She tried to make amends in a very low voice, "I didn't say anything. I just woke up and my brain is still a little fuzzy."

After saying that, she stood up with her notebook in her hand. "Thank you for lunch. It's almost time. I have to go now."

Lu Zhiheng grabbed her hand and gently smoothed her messy hair with his other hand. "I have to go back to the old house tonight, so I can't have dinner with you."

Wen Song said "Oh," having already roughly understood the content of his previous conversation.

"It's okay, it's fine for me to eat with Miaomiao."

After she finished speaking, she keenly sensed that Lu Zhiheng seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her answer.

Her eyes darted around halfway, and she tried to speak again.

"Then, shall I come up again tomorrow at noon to have lunch together?"

Lu Zhiheng's expression finally relaxed, and he reluctantly rubbed the soft flesh of her palm. "Be good, come up early when the time comes."

good?

Good boy?

Wen Song stood alone in the elevator, the deep, gentle tone of his voice when he called those two words echoing repeatedly in her mind. It was as if a subtle current was coursing through her body, causing a strange flutter in her heart to surge continuously.

When Lu Zhiheng returned to the Lu residence, everyone had already arrived and were waiting for him.

Besides the Han family, Lu Yun and Zhou Yongqian were also there.

The atmosphere at the table was very pleasant. At this moment, Han Qingya's second brother took the initiative to stand up and raise a glass of wine. "Zhiheng, this glass is for you. I appreciate it if you could take good care of Qingya while we were gone."

Lu Zhiheng paused for a second, then belatedly realized what was happening and looked at Han Qingya, who maintained a faint smile. "Aren't you going back to China with Uncle Han?"

Han Qingya laughed, "That's right, didn't your aunt tell you? I have a few performances in China after the New Year. It's too much trouble to go back and forth, so I simply won't be going back with my dad and the others."

Grandma Lu smiled and continued, "Qingya is sensible and well-behaved. She doesn't have any other relatives or friends in China besides us. We'll let her stay at the old house for a while. Try to go home more often when you have time. It'll be more lively with more people around."

Lu Zhiheng knew that this was another way for Old Madam Lu to arrange a marriage, and his displeasure flashed across his face.

"The company is quite busy lately, as it's the end of the year, so I expect there won't be much free time."

Grandma Lu glared at her, "Busy, busy, busy! Does the company stop functioning just because you're gone?"

Lu Zhiheng took a deep breath and was about to say something when Han Qingya preemptively comforted the old lady, "It's alright, Auntie. I completely understand that Brother Zhiheng is busy with work."

As Han Qingya spoke, she winked at Lu Zhiheng, "It's not necessarily about him coming back. If I'm bored, I can go to the company to find him."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Lu's expression softened considerably. "Of course that would be great. You haven't been to the Lu Group yet, have you? I'll have Zhiheng show you around."

Since the old lady hadn't made it clear, Lu Zhiheng couldn't refuse too bluntly in front of everyone.

After the banquet ended, Lu Zhiheng took the opportunity of escorting the old lady back to her room to make his point clear, "I have no romantic feelings for Han Qingya, so please don't bother making any more arrangements."

Grandma Lu raised an eyebrow. "What did I arrange? Qingya has finally come back to the country, shouldn't I show her the utmost hospitality? I asked you to accompany me around Yicheng before, but you abandoned her halfway through, and then didn't even bother to show your face again. Is this your way of treating guests?"

She kept pointing out his faults in dealing with people, but didn't mention a word about trying to match him with Han Qingya, which left Lu Zhiheng at a loss for words.

Grandma Lu scoffed, "Qingya is beautiful and outstanding, but she might not even look at a blockhead like you. I'm too lazy to play matchmaker for you. You might as well prepare to be a bachelor for life!"

After saying this, Old Mrs. Lu went inside, leaving Lu Zhiheng and Lu Yun, the two siblings, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Lu Yun blinked twice. "Do you believe that Mom has suddenly changed her mind and completely stopped caring about your personal life?"

Lu Zhiheng looked away, seemingly unconcerned. "Unless the sun rises in the west."

After he finished speaking, he turned around. Lu Yun smiled and followed him out. "I think so too. He must have received guidance from some expert and changed to a roundabout tactic."

The two walked together on the bluestone path in the courtyard of the Lu residence. Lu Yun hesitated several times before speaking, then asked, "Zhiheng, how is Songsong doing lately?"

Lu Zhiheng felt a surge of tenderness in his heart whenever he heard her name, but he remained outwardly calm and said, "It's fine."

Lu Yun sighed softly, "I'm too ashamed to see her. I've only called her a few times during this period."

Lu Zhiheng didn't respond to her words.

Lu Yun added, "Shi Jing went abroad a few days ago."

Zhou Shijing travels all over the country all year round, and Lu Zhiheng didn't react much to this, casually asking, "Really? Where did you go for a competition this time?"

"I'm not going to compete; I'm going for psychological treatment."