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

Wen Song stayed on the 66th floor for less than an hour. When he came down, everything had changed.

Although everyone still greeted her as always, their expressions were no longer relaxed and casual; they were reserved, and their eyes held a evasive, inquisitive, and scrutinizing gaze.

This was an outcome she had foreseen from the beginning, and she didn't react much to it.

However, she felt it necessary to explain to Dong Wen, who had always been close to her, in person.

Dong Wen was sitting at her workstation, chin in hand, lost in thought, when Wen Song walked over and pushed a small cake she had taken from Lu Zhiheng's office in front of her.

Dong Wen glanced down at me. "What? Trying to bribe me?"

After saying that, she chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Look at my mouth. You're going to be the future president's wife of the Lu Group. Even if it's a bribe, it should be me bribing you."

Wen Song pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. "It's not a bribe, it's an apology. Sister Dong Wen, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

Dong Wen scoffed, "Why didn't you tell me? I just reviewed everything. You gave me hints several times before, but I just didn't take you seriously."

She pouted. "Besides, you and Mr. Lu are in a normal relationship. You didn't steal or rob anyone, so why are you apologizing to me?"

Wen Song gently shook her arm. "You're my best friend at the company. It was wrong of me to keep it from you. I only recently confirmed our relationship, and I didn't really want to go public so soon."

Dong Wen wasn't really angry with Wen Song; she just suddenly couldn't accept that her crush of many years was dating one of her friends.

"Ouch, okay, stop shaking me. My head is already a mess, and your shaking will just turn it into a complete brain fog."

Judging from her tone, Wen Song knew that she had probably calmed down, and smiled, revealing two small dimples. "So you forgive me?"

Dong Wen snorted through her nose, "I won't forgive you that easily. You have to bake me at least ten small cakes."

Wen Song then laughed even wider, "Don't mention ten, a hundred is no problem."

Dong Wen was amused and burst out laughing. "What? A hundred? If President Lu finds out I'm enslaving you like this, won't he fire me to vent his anger?"

Girls' friendships can be so strange sometimes. One minute they're pouting and sulking, the next they're whispering and gossiping. "Hey, tell me honestly, what did you do in the CEO's office just now?"

Wen Song dodged the question, saying, "What can I do? Just take a lunch break."

Dong Wencai didn't believe it. "An hour? Just a lunch break? Who would believe that?"

She couldn't help but recall the scene in the cafeteria where President Lu personally peeled shrimp for Wen Song. He was gentle, attentive, and his eyes were full of doting affection. She never expected that President Lu, who was usually aloof and unapproachable, would be like this when he was in love.

Especially the way he pulled Wen Song away at the end, the stark difference in height and build made it hard for her not to imagine the two of them in certain special scenarios…

Seeing that Dong Wen's gaze was becoming increasingly inappropriate, Wen Song turned and slipped away, saying, "Well, never mind, I haven't finished my work this morning."

The anonymous yellow roses were delivered for five consecutive days. On the sixth day, Wen Song simply refused to accept them.

The temperature in Yicheng plummeted that day, and the weather forecast predicted heavy snowfall in a few days.

Lu Zhiheng had a social engagement that evening and was originally going to arrange for a driver to take Wen Song home, but Wen Miaomiao volunteered to pick her up from the company and walk home with her, so Lu Zhiheng had no choice but to give up on that idea.

Wen Miaomiao hadn't left the house in a long time; to be precise, she hadn't left Yunjin Pavilion.

Occasionally, after Wen Song coaxed and persuaded him, he would take a walk with her in the neighborhood.

Most of the time, she is too lazy to move, and her activities are limited to the bedroom and dining room.

Since Wen Miaomiao had some free time today, Wen Song asked her if she wanted to go grocery shopping together.

Wen Miaomiao shrank her neck from the biting cold wind. "If you want to go shopping, I'll go with you."

Wen Song casually pulled the scarf off her neck and draped it around Wen Miaomiao's neck, then wrapped it tightly around her neck. "Didn't I call you before I left to tell you to keep warm? Why didn't you wear a scarf?"

Wen Miaomiao was too lazy to do these things and found them troublesome. She reached out to pull it off and return it to Wen Song, saying, "I don't want it. You can keep it for yourself."

Wen Song wouldn't let her pick any more, saying, "You're not in good health. It would be troublesome if you caught a cold. Don't be stubborn, listen to me."

Wen Miaomiao said "Oh," and moved her neck uncomfortably. The scarf was fragrant and soft, and still had the warmth of Wen Song's body on it.

For some reason, she suddenly asked, "Wen Song, can you knit scarves?"

Wen Song shook his head. "I've never knitted one."

Wen Miaomiao's eyes lit up. "Could you knit one for me?"

"When I was little, there was a time when parents were keen to knit scarves and gloves for their children, but I was the only one in my class who didn't have any."

She spoke casually, but Wen Song felt a sudden pang of sadness upon hearing it. She couldn't understand why her parallel world self would be such an irresponsible mother.

She herself lost both parents at a young age, so she should cherish the children who are related to her by blood more than anyone else.

"Okay, we'll go to the supermarket to pick out the materials later, and I'll learn to knit for you when we get home."

Her hands aren't clumsy; if she really wanted to learn, it shouldn't be that difficult.

Wen Miaomiao looked up at the sky, which was gray and gloomy, as if it was really going to snow. "Then you have to learn quickly, and it would be best to finish knitting it on the day it snows heavily, because I want to wear it then."

"Okay, sure."

The two of them came out of the supermarket carrying large and small bags, and when they arrived at the apartment building, they met an unexpected person.

Wen Song stopped in her tracks, and only when the man noticed her and looked at her did she stiffly call out "Brother Shi Jing".

Zhou Shijing was wearing a short black down jacket and holding a bunch of yellow roses. He must have been waiting here for a while, as the tip of his nose was a little red from the cold.

Hearing Wen Song call him, a smile appeared on his lips as he slowly walked towards her. "My mom told me you moved here. I figured you'd be home from get off work by now, so I decided to wait for you here."

His tone of voice returned to what it was before his car accident, no longer as sharp as it had been recently, when he would glare at her and avoid her at all costs.

Wen Song felt a little uncomfortable and was unsure what to say when Wen Miaomiao sneered, "Are you alright? What are you waiting for her for? Don't you hate her? Didn't you want her to stay as far away from you as possible, preferably disappearing from your world forever?"

Before coming here, Zhou Shijing had heard Lu Yun say that Wen Song lived with a classmate's younger sister, which must be her.

He must have met Wen Miaomiao once, and he had a pretty deep impression of her. That time at the mall, she seemed to have some inexplicable hostility towards him.

Zhou Shijing did not refute Wen Miaomiao, after all, everything she said was true.

He walked past Wen Miaomiao and looked at Wen Song with remorse. "Songsong, I know I was a bastard a while ago and did too many unforgivable things, but now I have regained my memory and remembered everything about you. Songsong, I came here specifically to apologize to you. I don't expect to get your forgiveness immediately, but I still hope you can give me another chance."

Has your memory returned?

Wen Song's fingertips, which were hanging at his sides, curled up slightly.

She didn't understand why Zhou Shijing suddenly wanted to "remember" her again and asked her to give him another chance.

This was a scene she had fantasized about countless times during those sleepless nights.

Now that this moment has finally happened, she doesn't feel particularly happy.

"What opportunity? A chance to reconcile? Zhou Shijing, you're so stupid you'd donate your brain! All you do is dream on!"

After saying that, Wen Miaomiao pulled Wen Song to enter the building.

In a moment of desperation, Zhou Shijing grabbed Wen Song's arm, his eyes pleading, "Songsong, say something, don't ignore me, you're making me really panic."