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

Four people at the table, each with their own thoughts.

Zhou Shijing broke the silence first, picking up a steamed dumpling and placing it in Wen Song's bowl. "Songsong, try it and see if it's still the taste you like."

Wen Song felt that Zhou Shijing hadn't just given her a steamed dumpling, but a bomb.

She stared at the bomb in the bowl—no, the steamed dumpling—for a long time, unable to bring herself to eat it.

She had clearly told Lu Zhiheng beforehand, so she didn't know why he still came.

The current situation has put her in a dilemma, and her plan to have an open and honest talk with Zhou Shijing has to be put on hold for the time being.

"Why aren't you eating? Are you feeling uncomfortable with me here?"

Lu Zhiheng turned his head to look at her, his tone on the surface conveying the concern of an elder, but under the table, he was holding her hand tightly in his palm.

The kneading pressure, whether light or heavy, conceals a warning.

"no."

Wen Song lowered her head to hide her flushed face. "I don't like steamed dumplings anymore."

"Never force yourself to eat things you don't like."

As she spoke, Wen Miaomiao picked up the dumplings from Wen Song's bowl and, in front of Zhou Shijing, threw them directly into the empty bowl next to her.

Zhou Shijing frowned, his hand gripping the chopsticks tightening silently. He was about to lash out when he met Lu Zhiheng's intimidating gaze, and he swallowed his anger.

"If you don't like steamed dumplings, we'll eat something else."

He chose a hard-boiled egg, peeled it, and was about to hand it to Wen Song when Lu Zhiheng moved the plate of fried eggs in front of him to Wen Song at the same time. "This egg is fried quite well, have a taste."

One boiled egg, one fried egg.

Wen Song was stunned for a moment when faced with the two tokens of affection presented to him.

Zhou Shijing's hand, holding the boiled egg, hovered in mid-air, his gaze fixed on her quietly, a hint of barely perceptible expectation hidden within.

Lu Zhiheng sat calmly beside her, his expression serene, but his deep eyes were fixed on the girl, silently awaiting her choice.

An invisible stalemate spread through the air, and a silent tug-of-war quietly unfolded.

Wen Song's knuckles clenched slightly, her hesitation lasting only a moment. She turned slightly to the side, reached for her fork, and gently cut a small piece of fried egg from the plate that Lu Zhiheng had pushed towards her.

"Thanks."

The light in Zhou Shijing's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he slowly withdrew his hand, silently placing the boiled egg in his bowl.

Before coming, he had mentally prepared himself, but Wen Song's repeated attempts to distance himself from him still made him feel very frustrated.

This reminded him of the dinner party at the Zhou family's house that day.

That day, he deliberately brought another woman home and chatted and laughed with her at the dinner table in front of Wen Song.

Lu Yun tried to persuade him to serve food to Wen Song, but he refused outright and said many hurtful things without thinking.

Now, experiencing this disappointment and bitterness firsthand, Zhou Shijing truly felt that the pain Wen Song felt back then was a hundred times heavier than what he was feeling now.

A wave of intense regret washed over him. He cleared his throat and spoke again, "Songsong, shall I take you to work after we finish eating?"

"I don't need you."

Before Wen Song could speak, Wen Miaomiao directly refused for her, saying, "Your uncle works at the same company as Sister Wen Song. It would be so convenient to get a ride with him."

Zhou Shijing felt a lump in his throat again. He suppressed his emotions and ignored Wen Miaomiao, instead focusing his gaze on Wen Song across from him. "My uncle is busy with official duties every day. Let's try not to bother him if we can avoid it."

"I didn't find it troublesome."

Lu Zhiheng said calmly, "Wen Song has never been a trouble for anyone."

Wen Song suddenly looked up at Lu Zhiheng. Because she was worried that Zhou Shijing would see through her, she had been avoiding any eye contact with Lu Zhiheng since earlier.

But Lu Zhiheng's words just now were like a hurricane, suddenly stirring up huge waves in her heart.

She couldn't control her heart at all; she was eager to find something in his deep eyes.

Then, she discovered that Lu Zhiheng seemed to have the eyes of a lover. When he gazed at her quietly, a continuous stream of love would overflow from his eyes.

Wen Song was almost drowning in those loving eyes.

As a result, she would often drift off into a daze while sitting in her office and would fall into a deep internal struggle of self-doubt.

Does Lu Zhiheng love her?

No, no, no, how could that be?

Lu Zhiheng has never even said a word of affection to her.

Even when he pursued her, it was because of Wen Miaomiao. He made it clear that it was simply because of the predetermined ending, and he was just following the established path and guiding her through the entire process.

After calming down, Wen Song felt a faint sense of loss rising in her heart.

But if he didn't love her, how could he have looked at her like that?

And how do you explain the tenderness and intimacy they shared during that time, and his overwhelming possessiveness towards her?

The news that Lu's CEO spent 22 million to buy a rare pink diamond at a charity auction last night quickly swept across major media outlets this morning.

For Lu Zhiheng, who has always been free of gossip and whose private life is kept completely secret, this news was like a bolt from the blue.

The business community was abuzz with speculation, with many suspecting that Lu Zhiheng's move was a preemptive signal that he probably already had a partner he wanted to marry.

Many others were filled with curiosity, secretly wondering what kind of woman could move Lu Zhiheng, who had always been indifferent to women, and make him willingly be entangled in love.

A small group of people then connected this to Han Qingya, noting that the Lu family matriarch had been frequently and publicly taking her to various events. Her words made no attempt to conceal her desire to matchmake Lu and Han, suggesting that the pink diamond might be a betrothal gift from the Lu family to Han Qingya.

Wen Song only heard about this news from Dong Wen.

"Songsong, what does that 22 million pink diamond actually look like? Can you let us mere mortals see it for ourselves?"

Wen Song had absolutely no idea what Dong Wen was talking about. "What, a pink diamond worth twenty-two million?"

Dong Wen winked at her, "Keep pretending, keep pretending."

Wen Songzhen wasn't pretending. "Sister Dong Wen, I'm a bit busy today. Just say what you need to say."

Dong Wen carefully observed her expression and, seeing that she really seemed unaware, decisively pulled out the news from her phone and handed it to her.

Wen Song's eyes fell on the screen; the bolded and large trending search title was very eye-catching.

#Lu's CEO spends a fortune on a pink diamond, sparking rumors of an upcoming wedding#

After clicking through to read the news, Wen Song realized that Lu Zhiheng had spent 22 million to bid on a rare pink diamond at last night's charity gala.

But after he returned from the banquet last night, he didn't mention a single word about the diamond ring to her.

"No way? You really didn't receive it?"

Dong Wen frowned slightly. "But if President Lu didn't send it to you, then who was it for?"

Wen Song wasn't particularly curious about this. "Who says you have to give something away just because you bought it? Can't he just keep it at home as a keepsake?"

Dong Wencai didn't believe it. She rested her chin on her hands, her eyes sparkling with hearts. "How could he possibly keep it to himself? Just wait, maybe President Lu is secretly preparing a grand proposal ceremony behind your back. When that happens, that pink diamond will be the engagement ring that President Lu will put firmly on your finger."

It did sound romantic and touching, and something to look forward to, but what Wen Song didn't dare tell Dong Wen was that they would get their marriage certificate on Valentine's Day a few days later, and the proposal and such were long forgotten.