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

In the past, Zhou Shijing would occasionally make Wen Song angry. Whenever that happened, as long as he apologized and said a few kind words, Wen Song would always forgive him.

He thought it would be the same this time, but when his gaze met Wen Song's cold eyes, his pupils contracted sharply, and he murmured her name, "Songsong..."

Wen Song never wanted to make things difficult for Zhou Shijing; she was the kind of person who always remembered the good things others had done for her.

Even though he had been so resolute in severing ties with her, she felt nothing but sadness and helplessness; she never harbored a single grudge against him.

She never even considered how she would ridicule or mock him when he turned around one day, or, as Zhong Man once said, how she would retaliate against him in the way he had treated her.

Perhaps she has already passed through those most agonizing and painful days, or perhaps someone else has filled that emotional void for her now. Her mind is at peace, and the words she speaks seem light and breezy.

"Brother Shijing, I forgive you."

Zhou Shijing's eyes lit up, his tone filled with undisguised joy, "Really? Songsong, you're really willing to forgive me?"

Wen Song nodded, subtly freeing her arm from Zhou Shijing's grasp. "During the eight years I lived in the Zhou family, you took care of me the whole time. I can't erase all the kindness you showed me just because you've been cold to me these past few months."

Wen Song was always grateful, grateful to the Zhou family for taking her in, and grateful to everyone for taking care of her.

But Zhou Shijing knew in his heart that the person he should be grateful to was always himself.

His therapist was right when he said that for so many years, he had been in a passive position and completely ignored the fact that Wen Song, whom he had always treated with gratitude, had been embracing and healing him in her own way.

His heart was pounding with unbearable sorrow. In the past few days, he had cursed himself a thousand times in his heart for almost pushing away such a wonderful person as Songsong.

His eyes reddened as he solemnly handed the bouquet of yellow roses to Wen Song. "Songsong, I promise I'll treat you even better from now on. As for the marriage certificate we couldn't get last time..."

"If you didn't get one last time, you don't need to go get one again."

Wen Song did not take the bouquet of flowers from Zhou Shijing's hand; her gaze was calm.

"Brother Shijing, let bygones be bygones. Neither of us should look back."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shijing's smile suddenly froze. He finally understood what caused the ever-expanding black hole in his heart called "unease." The Wen Song in front of him had clear, unadulterated eyes, but no longer showed the dependence and love he once had when looking at him.

"Songsong, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'let it go'? And what do you mean by 'don't look back'?"

Wen Miaomiao gave the sky an extremely impatient look. "It's game over, it's a happy ending, it's a happy breakup, it's goodbye, and the next one will be better!"

She reached out and blocked Zhou Shijing, "Zhou Shijing, isn't this the ending you've been waiting for the most? God is showing you a new path, not asking you to dig a hole and bury yourself. Take my advice, don't go through the 'chasing after your wife is cremated' thing. Just follow this script. The life of Young Master Zhou should be unrestrained and free-spirited."

Lu Zhiheng is attending a charity gala today, which is currently in the auction phase. The highlight of the evening is on display: a super-large carat fancy vivid pink diamond.

This was the only item that Lu Zhiheng was interested in tonight. Almost the moment he saw it, he had already found a home for it and was already imagining the scene of him personally putting it on her hand on the day they got their marriage certificate.

This collectible pink diamond, with a very limited global supply, has a starting bid of eight million, with a single bid increment of one million.

After several rounds of intense bidding, the other bidders in the room gave up, leaving only one man to compete with Lu Zhiheng.

At this point, the price of the diamond ring had risen to sixteen million.

The man was clearly hesitant, and his gesture of raising the sign was not as decisive as before. He was probably still unwilling to give up easily. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly raised the sign again.

Zhu He also felt that the price had exceeded the value of the diamond ring itself. He glanced at Lu Zhiheng and asked him if he wanted to raise the price further.

Lu Zhiheng remained calm, lightly tapping his knuckles on the table, and gave Zhu He a look of approval.

Congratulations! Immediately raise the number plate in your hand.

"Eighteen million. Thank you again to buyer number eight. Is anyone else in the room willing to raise the bid?"

The auctioneer's gaze slowly swept across the room, his gavel hovering gently in mid-air. He looked around at everyone in a high-pitched voice, awaiting the next round of bids.

A brief silence fell over the room as everyone's eyes were on the hesitant bidder across from them.

Lu Zhiheng didn't look at him; after all, he was always determined to get what he set his sights on.

The phone in his palm vibrated slightly. He unlocked the screen and saw that the message was from Wen Miaomiao.

"The enemy is already at our doorstep. Are you sure you don't want to rush back and take command?"

With just a few words, Lu Zhiheng, who had been relaxed and indifferent, suddenly became serious, his already imposing aura becoming even more intimidating and profound.

Zhu He was intently watching the movements of the bidders opposite him, completely unaware of the sudden change beside him. The next second, his number plate was snatched away.

A deep, resonant voice rang out, steady and powerful, without the slightest hesitation: "Twenty-two million."

The other party's maximum acceptable price was around 20 million, but Lu Zhiheng was unwilling to waste any more time with him, so he simply raised the price to the highest level in one go.

A moment of silence fell over the room, then the auctioneer's voice rose even higher: "Twenty-two million for the first time, twenty-two million for the second time!"

The person opposite had indeed given up, and there was no further movement of raising the number plate.

"Twenty-two million, for the last time!"

As the gavel fell, the auctioneer announced loudly, "Sold! Congratulations to our eighth buyer!"

Wen Song had just finished showering when Lu Zhiheng's video call request popped up on her phone.

She casually swiped to answer the call, and on the screen, the man's superior features immediately caught her eye.

Judging from the background, it seemed to be in a car. Wen Song exclaimed, "Huh? You're on your way back? Didn't you say it would end very late tonight?"

Lu Zhiheng's gaze lingered on the girl's cheeks, flushed pink from the heat.

"I missed you, so I left early because I couldn't wait for the banquet to end."

The temperature at her ears rose steadily, and Wen Song used the act of rubbing her hair with a towel to hide her shyness. "Didn't we have lunch together? It hasn't been that long."

Lu Zhiheng carefully observed Wen Song's expression but found nothing unusual.

But the more this happened, the more uncertain he felt. This girl was always good at hiding her emotions, like the yellow roses she sent him for five consecutive days.

She claimed she didn't know who sent the flowers, but in reality, she knew the sender's identity better than anyone else from the very first day she received them.

Lu Zhiheng continued, "But I feel like it's been a long time. Songsong, can you not sleep yet? Wait for me to come back."