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

Wen Song understood, and her cheeks subtly changed color in Lu Zhiheng's palm.

Lu Zhiheng explained it to her in this way because he wanted to tell her that he was not angry with her and that she should not be afraid of him.

But his bluntness left her speechless.

After a moment's hesitation, her petal-like pink lips parted slightly. "But Shang Yang is your friend, and he only lightly touched my shoulder. Are you going to be jealous over something like that?"

Lu Zhiheng gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, which were slightly red, with his thumb, and said seriously, "Try to understand, older men may be more possessive."

So self-righteous, and using age as a shield.

This was the first time Wen Song had ever seen Lu Zhiheng so unreasonable.

For some reason, she found it kind of cute. Wen Song blinked her round, doe-like eyes and said, "Okay then, I'll pay more attention to that in the future."

In a relationship, being honest with each other and avoiding each other's sensitive spots is actually a very good way to communicate.

Her appearance was so adorable that Lu Zhiheng's heart melted. He leaned down and kissed her lips. "Are you hungry? Should I have He Zhu bring in some food?"

Wen Song nodded, "Okay."

Just as Lu Zhiheng was about to call Zhu He, Zhu He knocked on the door first, "Mr. Lu, the old lady is here."

As he finished speaking, Old Madam Lu's figure appeared in Lu Zhiheng's sight. "Assistant Zhu is really dedicated. I already said there was no need to inform you in advance, but he insisted on telling you beforehand."

Zhu He forced a bitter smile, knowing full well that the old lady's words contained a hidden reproach, but he could only pretend not to understand, "You flatter me, this is just my job."

He was joking. He knew perfectly well that Miss Wen was in President Lu's office. How could he let the old lady barge in without permission, especially since she was accompanied by Miss Han? If she stumbled upon something she shouldn't have seen, he could atone with his death.

Lu Zhiheng just wanted to have a quiet meal with Wen Song, but he didn't know where all these visitors came from.

His tone became somewhat stiff, "Why did you come here?"

Grandma Lu frowned. "Listen to what you're saying! What do you mean, 'Why did I come here?' Do I, as a mother, need a reason to come and see my son?"

After saying that, she noticed Wen Song next to Lu Zhiheng, and her expression instantly softened. "Oh, Songsong is here too. It's been so long since I've seen you, child. Come over here and let your grandma see you."

Wen Song froze for a second, glanced at Lu Zhiheng discreetly, walked over to the old lady Lu's side, awkwardly called out "Grandma," and then politely nodded to Han Qingya beside her, "Miss Han."

Han Qingya returned a warm and generous smile, then greeted Lu Zhiheng, "Brother Zhiheng."

Lu Zhiheng nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on Wen Song, who was being fussed over by Old Madam Lu.

"Songsong, are you settling in well at your uncle's company?"

Wen Song nodded obediently, "I'm quite used to it. The work in the department is consistent with my major, and I've adapted to the environment and pace."

"That's good. Your Aunt Yun will be at ease knowing you're doing well at work, and it won't be a waste that she specifically asked your uncle to take care of you."

Wen Song nodded, her gaze subtly lifting to meet Lu Zhiheng's eyes briefly in mid-air before quickly looking away.

Han Qingya didn't notice the two exchanging glances. She stepped forward and handed the insulated food container she was carrying to Lu Zhiheng. "Your aunt was worried that you were too busy with work to take care of yourself, so she specially asked the kitchen to make your favorite food and send it over to you."

Her position blocked Wen Song's view. Lu Zhiheng frowned slightly, then casually took the insulated food container. "Thank you, I was a little hungry."

After saying that, he directly called to Wen Song, "Songsong, come and eat with us."

"Oh, Songsong hasn't eaten yet either?"

Grandma Lu quickly let go of Wen Song's hand, "Go on, go on, I brought a lot, enough for you and your uncle to eat."

In front of Grandma Lu and Han Qingya, Wen Song found it difficult to swallow her meal. In particular, Lu Zhiheng's actions of serving her food as if no one else was around made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She quickly shoveled the rice out of her bowl and mumbled, "I'm full. Enjoy your meal, Uncle."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Song clearly felt Lu Zhiheng's body stiffen for a moment, and then he slowly raised his head, his gaze locking onto her with a deep look.

Wen Song forced herself to put down her bowl, avoiding Lu Zhiheng's gaze, and stood up. "Thank you for bringing lunch, Grandma. It was delicious. I still have unfinished work to do, so I won't keep you company any longer."

She turned to leave after speaking, but the man behind her wouldn't let her go so easily. He called her back in a serious tone, "Weren't you here to report to me on the promotional copy for the company's new product? How come you've forgotten your business after finishing your meal?"

Wen Song stopped in her tracks. There hadn't been any new products to write copy for in the past few days, and as a mere intern, she didn't even have the right to bypass her supervisor and report directly to the company president.

This was merely an excuse Lu Zhiheng deliberately made to keep her.

Wen Song turned around and silently stared at him for a few seconds, eventually giving in to his stubborn gaze.

She pursed her lips, obediently picked up her notebook, and sat back down next to Lu Zhiheng. "Then, I'll report back to you after you finish eating."

"Um."

Lu Zhiheng's expression finally relaxed. He slowly finished the food in his bowl, carefully wiped his mouth, and then gestured to Wen Song, "Let me see it."

Wen Song didn't know what to show Lu Zhiheng.

I randomly opened an empty folder, and thought, "That's all."

Lu Zhiheng was even better at pretending than her, staring intently at the computer screen as if the text he wanted was actually there, and occasionally offering a few comments.

"This is too stiff and not lifelike enough."

"This is too subtle and doesn't highlight the product's features."

Han Qingya sat next to Grandma Lu, unable to get a word in edgewise, so she took the initiative to say goodbye, "Brother Zhiheng, Aunt and I will be leaving now. We'll come to see you again when we have the chance."

Lu Zhiheng grunted in response, without even looking up, and directly instructed Zhu He, "Please see my mother and Miss Han off for me."

He responded with congratulations and led Old Madam Lu and Han Qingya outside.

As soon as Grandma Lu left Lu Zhiheng's office, she began to comfort Han Qingya, "Qingya, don't be angry with Zhiheng. He's just a block of ice, he treats everyone the same. Sometimes he makes me so angry my liver hurts!"

Han Qingya smiled slightly, "Auntie, I'm not angry. It was indeed a bit inappropriate for us to come over without informing you."

"However, I feel that Zhiheng-ge isn't so cold to everyone. He was very gentle with Songsong just now."

Grandma Lu carefully recalled how Lu Zhiheng had taken care of Wen Song during her meal. He was meticulous and patient, and spoke softly. It seemed that, as Han Qingya had said, he was indeed a bit special.

However, she didn't think of the two of them as having any unusual relationship at all. She smiled and patted Han Qingya's hand, "That's because you haven't seen how fierce Zhiheng was to Songsong. He made her cry. The little girl was sobbing and crying. Poor thing. When Zhiheng first came back to the country a few days ago, he saw him and he was so nervous that he could barely speak."

Han Qingya outwardly listened to Old Madam Lu's words, but inwardly she harbored doubts. Her intuition was probably right; Lu Zhiheng's care for Wen Song, and the way he looked at her, didn't seem like that of an ordinary elder treating a junior, but rather...

A man facing the woman he likes.