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

Before he could ask any further questions, Lu Yun spilled the beans, "Zhiheng, do you think I'm a terrible mother? My son has had post-traumatic stress disorder for so many years, and I didn't even realize it. If Shijing hadn't told me that day, I would still be completely unaware."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiheng's expression finally softened slightly. "Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"Yes, he witnessed Songsong's father being brutally murdered by the criminals while trying to save him during that kidnapping incident. In fact, he already had psychological problems at that time."

"We all thought he and Songsong had a good relationship, and that's why he took the initiative to propose to them. Who would have thought that he had been in so much pain all this time? He said that every time he got close to Songsong, he would see the image of Songsong's father dying tragically in front of him. He suffered from insomnia and anxiety night after night, and he didn't want to go home for years in order to avoid Songsong."

Lu Zhiheng stopped in his tracks, his tone gradually turning cold. "Is this why, on the day they were supposed to get their marriage certificate, he used the excuse of amnesia from a car accident to unilaterally ignore Wen Song, disregarding whether she accepted it or not, and forcibly dissolved their engagement?"

"I think that at his age, even if that's really the case, and he's unable to be intimate with Wen Song because of his mental illness, there are many ways to end this relationship without hurting Wen Song, instead of rashly and brutally declaring it over. Have you considered that Wen Song might also fall into self-doubt and self-loathing because of this?"

Lu Yun could completely understand what Lu Zhiheng was saying, after all, Zhou Shijing and Wen Song were both her flesh and blood.

Her lips moved slightly. "Zhiheng, Shijing was completely lost in his thinking back then. He always saw marrying Songsong as a way to repay Songsong's father's kindness. He seemed obedient on the surface, but he was actually resistant to it in his heart. It's also my fault. I shouldn't have failed to notice his abnormality and pushed him so hard."

After listening to Lu Yun say so much, Lu Zhiheng finally sensed something else. His narrow eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly. "What exactly are you trying to say after all this?"

Lu Yun bit her lip. "That day when you came to my house, you told Shi Jing and Song Song to end things there. Shi Jing heard that and probably only then realized that his feelings for Song Song weren't entirely based on gratitude. He liked Song Song. This time, he went abroad for treatment to resolve his psychological issues as soon as possible so that he could be with Song Song again after returning to China."

Lu Zhiheng felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and his words unconsciously became sharp and biting, "What exactly do you two take Wen Song for? A toy you can take when you want it and throw away when you don't?"

"What makes you think that after hurting her like that, you can just get back together or win her back so easily?"

Lu Yun only told Lu Zhiheng about this, not necessarily to gain his support or understanding. Of course, she did not expect Lu Zhiheng to react so emotionally, as if Wen Song was someone very close to him, and every word he said was to express his grievances and indignation on her behalf.

"Of course, it's based on Songsong's feelings for Shijing over the years. She was forced to agree to cancel the engagement in the first place. If she knew that Shijing also had to break up with her due to psychological reasons, do you think she wouldn't soften her heart?"

Will you soften your heart?

As Lu Zhiheng drove alone back to Yunjin Pavilion, his mind was filled with memories of Wen Song's helplessness and sadness when she was dumped unilaterally.

Lu Yun was right about one thing: Wen Song does like Zhou Shijing.

When she was with him, he was all she could think about, and she couldn't bear to hear anyone say a bad word about him. Even when she was forced to cancel her engagement with him, it was because she wanted to fulfill Zhou Shijing's wishes and couldn't bear to see him suffer even the slightest grievance.

The eight years they spent together were real.

And what about him?

For Yu Wensong, he has always been an elder, and an elder she fears from the bottom of her heart.

Even their interactions over the past few days were because she genuinely believed Wen Miaomiao's words and thought she was their daughter.

The more Lu Zhiheng thought about it, the more confused he became. The car had already entered the residential area. Just as Lu Zhiheng was about to turn the steering wheel, a black shadow suddenly rushed into the middle of the road. Lu Zhiheng hurriedly stepped on the brake, and the inertia made him lean forward, but he was pulled back by the seat belt.

Fortunately, it wasn't anything serious. He calmed himself down a bit, looked out through the windshield, and saw a kitten huddled in the middle of the road, looking at him timidly, not daring to move.

Wen Miaomiao's energy seemed to be getting worse every day. She used to be full of energy every night after 10 p.m., but today she was already complaining that she was sleepy before 8 p.m. and went to bed early.

Wen Song had just come out of her room after covering her with a blanket when her phone suddenly dinged.

She opened it and glanced at it; as expected, it came from Lu Zhiheng.

Clicking on it reveals a picture of a cat. The little guy has round eyes, is huddled on the floor, and looks timidly at the camera.

Wen Song felt that the cat looked familiar. He zoomed in on the picture and looked at it repeatedly. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

Songsong: Is this the cat we rescued before? How did it end up in your house?

Lu Zhiheng sent a voice message this time: "I almost hit it while driving, and just picked it up from the property management office."

Were we almost hit?

In his anxiety, Wen Song immediately replied, "Can I come and take a look at it?"

After sending the message, she realized it was already quite late, and that it might be a bit abrupt to say she was going to someone's house in the middle of the night.

She was just about to reply to him again, saying that if it was inconvenient, she would go to see it tomorrow morning.

The message was only half-finished when Lu Zhiheng replied first, with just two extremely brief words that were very much in Lu Zhiheng's style: "Come over."

Wen Song didn't even change her clothes before hurriedly opening the door and running towards Lu Zhiheng.

Lu Zhiheng had already opened the door, and there was a pair of brand-new pink slippers on the doormat.

It felt as if a feather had just touched the tip of her heart. Wen Song changed her shoes and went straight inside.

Looking around, she couldn't find Lu Zhiheng in the living room. Just as she was about to call him, Lu Zhiheng's voice came from the direction of the guest bedroom, "I'm giving it a bath in the bathroom. Just come in."

Wen Song visited Lu Zhiheng's house twice. The first time, Lu Zhiheng was drunk, and she cooked him a bowl of hangover soup in his kitchen. The second time, Lu Zhiheng had a headache, and she massaged him in front of the French windows in the living room to relieve his headache.

Both times she came in, her eyes didn't wander around.

Following Lu Zhiheng's voice, Wen Song walked to the door of the guest bedroom bathroom.

Lu Zhiheng was squatting on the ground applying shampoo to the kitten. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing his firm and strong muscle lines.

The white shirt he was wearing was mostly soaked with water and clung to his skin in a semi-transparent state.

The kitten under his palm was soaked with water, making it look even smaller and more pitiful, shivering all over. Just as Lu Zhiheng was about to rub its fur, the kitten suddenly shook its whole body, and white foam splashed all over Lu Zhiheng's face.

Lu Zhiheng closed his eyes and leaned back subconsciously, his helpless yet disgusted expression looking strangely comical.

Wen Song suppressed a laugh. "Why don't you take it to a pet store for a bath?"

Lu Zhiheng casually wiped his face with his sleeve. "It's too late. I was thinking of just giving it a quick wash first, and then sending it over tomorrow..."

Before he could finish speaking, the kitten shook its head and threw another swipe of its paw at Lu Zhiheng's face.

This time, Wen Song couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. "Fine, I'll come in and help you."