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

The next morning, Wen Song had just gotten up and was washing up when the doorbell rang.

Thinking it was Lu Zhiheng, she spat out the toothpaste foam from her mouth, casually washed her face, and walked towards the living room.

Aunt Cao had already opened the door and greeted the tall, handsome man outside with an "Eh?" "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Wen Song."

After Zhou Shijing finished speaking, his gaze fell on Wen Song in the living room. A smile appeared on his lips as he weighed the takeout box in his hand. "Songsong, I bought your favorite steamed dumplings and brought them over especially for you."

As he spoke, he walked past Aunt Cao and went straight inside, stopping in front of Wen Song. "Just finished washing up?"

He bent down slightly and gently brushed away the few strands of damp hair clinging to her forehead. "Why did you come out without drying your face?"

His tone was casual, and his expression was natural, as if the conversation last night had never happened, and the estrangement of the previous few months had never existed.

He grabbed a few tissues and was about to wipe Wen Song's face when Wen Song took two small steps back. "Why are you here?"

Zhou Shijing's hand froze in mid-air for a second, then he suppressed the subtle bitterness in his heart and said, "I told you, I came to bring you breakfast."

Although he and Wen Song had never done anything too intimate before, Wen Song never resisted being pinched on the cheek or patted on the head.

Wen Song pursed her lips, "No need for that trouble, Aunt Cao has already prepared breakfast."

Zhou Shijing chuckled, "It doesn't matter. Besides, she probably couldn't make the steamed dumplings you like from this restaurant, could she?"

As he spoke, he glanced around, then walked to the dining table and laid out the takeout boxes one by one. "Come and eat when you're ready. I drove here as soon as I bought them, so they're still warm."

Wen Song's lips moved slightly. "I'll go change my clothes first."

She returned to her bedroom and immediately took out her phone to text Lu Zhiheng, "Are you up yet?"

Lu Zhiheng quickly replied, "Missing me so early in the morning?"

Wen Song: "...There's something I want to tell you."

L: "What's up? I'm about to change my clothes, I'll be there in about five minutes."

They've been having breakfast together every day recently, and then going to work together.

Wen Song bit her lip and tapped the screen with her fingertips. "Um, could you not come over today? Zhou Shijing is at my house right now."

Worried that Lu Zhiheng might overthink things, Wen Song quickly replied, "He said he would bring me breakfast. I don't know if I didn't explain things clearly to him last night. I'm thinking of having a serious talk with him later."

Lu Zhiheng didn't reply for a few seconds. Wen Song felt a little uneasy and was hesitating whether to call him when he replied, "Okay."

"I understand" probably means "I can understand, and I'm not angry," right?

Wen Song let out a deep breath. Thinking about how he hadn't been able to concentrate on the banquet last night because of a text message from Wen Miaomiao and had rushed back early, she was still worried and decided to reassure him again, "Wait for me in the office at noon / kiss / hug / heart".

After changing her clothes, she glanced at her phone. Lu Zhiheng hadn't replied, and she felt a pang of sadness. She thought she could only try to coax him properly when she went to his office at noon.

Wen Miaomiao vaguely heard voices outside. When she came out yawning, she immediately saw Zhou Shijing in the direction of the restaurant and reflexively called out, "Dad?"

Zhou Shijing frowned deeply: "...What did you call me?"

His youthful voice instantly brought Wen Miaomiao back to reality. She coughed awkwardly, "Seriously? What are you doing at our house so early in the morning?"

Zhou Shijing didn't understand why this little girl always had inexplicable hostility towards him. He thought that she was Wen Song's friend after all, and also considered that she was young, so he was too lazy to argue with her.

"I bought breakfast. If you don't mind, you can have some with me."

"Excuse me, I find it offensive, I really find it offensive."

Wen Miaomiao frowned, her disdain for Zhou Shijing undisguised. "Do you have amnesia? Sister Wen Song explained it so clearly to you last night, why did you still come looking for me?"

Young Master Zhou has never cared about anyone's feelings since he was a child. He likes Wen Song and is willing to coax her, including the people around her, but that doesn't mean he can tolerate Wen Miaomiao's inexplicable rudeness and hostility towards him again and again.

His face darkened. "What Wen Song and I are is between us. What does it have to do with you? I'm just being polite by inviting you to breakfast. If you don't appreciate it, shut up and don't give me that lecturing tone."

When Wen Song left the room, Zhou Shijing and Wen Miaomiao were facing each other, their necks stiff and their eyes locked in a standoff.

If Wen Song were to observe them closely at this moment, he would notice that the two men share a great deal of similarity in subtle details of their expressions.

But she didn't pay attention to that at the moment; she was only thinking about separating the two people who were filled with the smell of gunpowder and whose battle could break out at any moment.

"Brother Shijing, Miaomiao, sit down and have breakfast."

Wen Miaomiao flung Wen Song's hand away and turned her face away. "I can't eat with him in front of me!"

Zhou Shijing didn't want to indulge this delinquent girl for another second. "If you don't want to eat, leave. Nobody's forcing you!"

Wen Miaomiao stood her ground, equally unyielding. "This is my home. If anyone's leaving, it's you!"

"Your home?"

Zhou Shijing scoffed, "Do you even have a clue who the homeowner here is?"

"I could hear you shouting from far away; anyone who didn't know better would have thought you were the homeowner."

As a deep and solemn voice rang out, the three of them looked toward the entrance, where they saw Lu Zhiheng's tall and upright figure standing there.

He wore a dark gray overcoat, his brows and eyes were covered with a layer of coldness, and his gaze pierced through the air, pressing heavily on Zhou Shijing's head.

"Uncle."

Zhou Shijing's arrogance was reluctantly completely suppressed the moment he saw Lu Zhiheng.

Lu Zhiheng responded calmly and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you making such a racket in someone's house so early in the morning?"

"It's nothing."

Zhou Shijing was pragmatic and knew that if his stern uncle found out that he had just been arguing with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, he would probably give him a good talking-to.

"I've brought breakfast for Songsong. Have you eaten yet? Would you like to have some with me?"

He was just trying to change the subject, but to his utter surprise, Lu Zhiheng actually agreed and walked steadily toward the dining table. "Okay, I haven't eaten yet."

Zhou Shijing was taken aback, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart. Now he was in a dilemma.

He secretly glanced at Wen Song beside him. The girl had her eyes downcast and stood quietly in place. She hadn't said a word since Lu Zhiheng appeared.

Lu Zhiheng sat down naturally, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the food on the table. Instead, he acted like the host, gesturing to the three people standing in the living room, "Why are you all standing? Come and sit down."

At his command, none of them dared to disobey.

Wen Miaomiao snorted softly, pulled Wen Song first, and pressed her to sit in the seat next to Lu Zhiheng. Then she walked to the opposite side of the two of them and sat down with a sullen face.

Zhou Shijing had no choice but to reluctantly sit next to Wen Miaomiao.