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

Lu Zhiheng fed the kitten the last bit of ham sausage, then washed his hands and squatted down in front of Wen Song, his gaze earnest and resolute. "Don't worry, I won't abandon it, and I will never abandon you."

Wen Song suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Losing her parents at a young age and being abandoned repeatedly in her life made her destined to be a person who lacked a sense of security.

She never revealed a word of it to anyone, yet Lu Zhiheng saw right through her and steadily supported all her anxieties.

She blinked, suppressing the heat in her eyes, and muttered softly, "What? I'm not a kitten."

Lu Zhiheng saw her reddened eyes and felt a pang of heartache. He gently pulled her into his arms. "Songsong, you don't have to pretend or put on an act in front of me. You can cry, you can act cute, you can be unreasonable. You are you, and you can be yourself to the fullest."

Wen Song had already held back her tears, but upon hearing this, the tears seemed to burst forth uncontrollably.

"Lu Zhiheng".

This was the first time Wen Song had called him by his full name. Her soft, tearful voice was tinged with a nasal tone, but the moment she uttered it, it seemed much more natural and fluent than she had expected.

Lu Zhiheng gently patted her back and responded softly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Song buried her face deeply in the crook of his neck, "What you just said to me suddenly reminded me of my father."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled and kissed her hair tenderly. "It's too late to think I'm old now. Little Red Riding Hood has already been tricked into the wolf's den by the Big Bad Wolf."

The next morning, Wen Miaomiao was fast asleep when Wen Song gently patted her shoulder and woke her up.

"Miaomiao, wake up."

Wen Miaomiao grunted, frowned, and turned over. "Don't make noise, I didn't sleep well."

"Don't sleep anymore. You went to bed at eight o'clock last night. You've slept for so long, you've had enough rest."

She walked around to the foot of the bed, to the other side, facing Wen Miaomiao, and held up the small object in her hand. "Look what this is?"

Annoyed by the noise, Wen Miaomiao opened her eyes impatiently. "What is it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the cat in Wen Song's arms, her half-closed eyes widened instantly, and at the same time, she quickly sat up in bed, "Where did this cat come from?"

Wen Song smiled, her eyes crinkling. She knew Wen Miaomiao would love the kitten. She gently pushed it towards her, saying, "Your dad found it on the roadside last night. Isn't it adorable?"

"She is quite cute."

Wen Miaomiao tried to reach out and take the kitten, but the kitten resisted her, meowing and snuggling into Wen Song's arms.

Wen Miaomiao immediately became unhappy and pouted, "What's the use of being cute? It doesn't like me."

In this regard, Wen Song has some experience: "It's just a bit slow to warm up. It wouldn't let me touch it last night, but as soon as your dad brought it over, it came right up to me."

"last night?"

Wen Miaomiao gleaned this crucial information from Wen Song's words with remarkable precision, giving her a teasing look, "You went out on a date with my dad last night while I was sleeping?"

"It wasn't a date. He told me he'd found a cat, and I just went to check it out."

As she spoke, her eyelashes fluttered, and her cheeks flushed instantly. Wen Miaomiao knew in her heart that she hadn't just gone to see the cat; something must have happened that she didn't know about.

"Miss Wen, you're not being honest."

She suddenly leaned closer to her, "Dating at his house in the middle of the night, unsurprisingly, you kissed, right?"

"Wen Miaomiao!"

Wen Song was instantly charmed by her, and took several steps back while hugging the kitten, saying, "How old are you? What do you know to talk nonsense?"

The more intense her reaction, the more Wen Miaomiao knew she had guessed correctly. She smiled mischievously, "You really don't know as much as I do. Why don't you elaborate on the specific details? How was your first kiss, which you've cherished for twenty years, stolen by Lu Zhiheng?"

Wen Song barely slept a wink last night, her mind replaying the details of being kissed by Lu Zhiheng on the sink. She had finally forced herself to stop thinking about it, but now Wen Miaomiao brought it up again.

Embarrassed, she hugged the cat tightly and practically fled, saying, "Hurry up and wash up and come out for breakfast. Your dad is eating with us today."

Wen Song happily carried the kitten into Wen Miaomiao's room, but when she came out, her face was pale and her ears were red.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't help but chuckle at her charmingly naive expression. "What happened? Why the expression?"

Wen Song lowered her head, wishing she could bury her face in her collar. "You should also control your daughter. I kindly went in to give her a cat, and she bullied me."

A hint of doting appeared in Lu Zhiheng's eyes. He walked over to her and gently stroked her burning cheek with his large hand. "Alright, when she comes out, I'll give her a good talking to."

Wen Song was just saying it casually; she didn't really mean to complain about Wen Miaomiao. She had witnessed how Lu Zhiheng disciplined people before—he was too fierce, and she was worried about making Wen Miaomiao cry later…

Thinking about this, Wen Song hesitated again, "Let's just forget it, she was just joking with me."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled, "I didn't realize our Songsong was such a doting father."

"I'm not a doting father."

Wen Song felt a little ashamed and said in a low voice, "Miao Miao said that I was very selfish in the future, traveling around all day long, rarely being home, and not even taking care of her much."

He travels around everywhere, never comes home, and doesn't care about her at all?

This is how Wen Miaomiao explained to Wen Song how she was absent from her life.

A surge of bitterness and tenderness welled up in his heart. He reached out and pulled the innocent girl in front of him into his arms. "From now on, I'll be with you and make it up to her."

"Uh-huh."

Wen Song nestled obediently against Lu Zhiheng's chest, but then, as if remembering something, she hurriedly tried to pull away from his embrace, saying, "Miaomiao is probably coming out soon."

"It's okay if she sees us. Given our relationship, isn't doing these things perfectly normal?"

Before leaving Lu Zhiheng's house last night, Lu Zhiheng cornered Wen Song at the entrance and specifically asked her if they were now in a romantic relationship.

He only let Wen Song leave when she finally gave in to his nagging and nodded in agreement.

Wen Song blushed, "Even so... there's no need to make such a big fuss..."

Lu Zhiheng lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "What's so special about this? Songsong, you don't know, I wish I could announce it to the world right now."

Do you have to announce your relationship to the whole world?

In my memory, Lu Zhiheng has always been a low-key person. When he founded his company abroad and his business was thriving, he never flaunted it in front of others. How come his attitude towards their relationship is completely different now?

Wen Song was secretly puzzled when Wen Miaomiao's voice suddenly rang out behind him, "What's the point of announcing it to the world? Isn't the most sweet talk a man can say 'I'll take you to get our marriage certificate'?"

Get a marriage certificate?

I've seen parents pressure their children to get married before, but this is the first time I've seen a child pressure their parents to get married.

Wen Song hurriedly broke free from Lu Zhiheng's embrace, waving her hands helplessly at him, "Don't listen to her nonsense, we just confirmed our relationship, about getting our marriage certificate..."

"It's definitely time to put getting the marriage certificate on the agenda."

After sending Wen Song home last night, Lu Zhiheng had been thinking about this matter. He was naturally eager to settle down with Wen Song as soon as possible, but he was worried that if things progressed too quickly, Wen Song would not be able to accept it.

Wen Miaomiao's suggestion was exactly what he wanted to hear. He gently held Wen Song's hand, his gaze tender, "Nowadays, there are quite a few cases of marriage before love. Songsong, let's give each other peace of mind."