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

Wen Song lowered her eyelashes slightly. "To be honest, I also bear some responsibility for this. If I hadn't been so selfish back then, and had stopped it in time when I sensed that you didn't want to get a marriage certificate with me, you might not have been forced to use the car accident and amnesia as an excuse to avoid it later."

With each word she spoke, Zhou Shijing felt as if his heart was being slowly torn apart.

"No, Songsong..."

From his angle, he could just see Wen Song's head hanging down. He wanted to reach out and rub her head like he used to, but his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it at all.

"How can this be your fault? It was me..."

"Whose fault it was is not that important now."

Wen Song looked up again, and the disappointment and regret in her eyes visibly faded away, leaving only a peaceful and resolute expression.

"Brother Shijing, let's say it again: let bygones be bygones."

"I'm here today to make things clear with you, just to properly put an end to that relationship."

She gave Zhou Shijing a genuine smile and said, "Brother Shijing, you once said that you like racing because you love the unrestrained freedom of speeding around."

"Then I sincerely hope that in the days to come, you can forge ahead without hesitation and live the life you most desire."

After saying this, Wen Song turned and left without any further hesitation.

Only after her figure had walked far away did Zhou Shijing feel a dull pain in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, getting heavier and heavier, making it hard for him to breathe. He had to hunch over and gasp for air.

After a long while, he finally found his voice, "But what I want most right now is you..."

After Wen Song explained things to Zhou Shijing, she felt much more relaxed.

She had just turned the corner when she saw the tall figure standing by the wall. She paused slightly. "What are you doing here?"

Lu Zhiheng straightened up and slowly walked to Wen Song. "Someone saw you in the underground parking garage. I was worried, so I came down to check."

"Oh." Wen Song nodded. She was already used to the fact that Lu Zhiheng had spies everywhere in the Lu Group. "What are you worried about?"

She leaned closer to him, tilting her head slightly, and deliberately drawled, "I'm a grown woman, there are no kidnappers in the garage, how could I possibly be abducted?"

Lu Zhiheng could certainly hear the teasing in Wen Song's words. He raised his hand and affectionately pinched her soft cheek. "Who can say for sure? What if?"

Wen Song snorted softly, pouted, and said with some dissatisfaction, "I always feel like you don't have confidence in me."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled softly, his tone low and helpless, "Don't wrong me. How could I lack confidence in you? It's clearly me who lacks confidence in myself."

Does he lack confidence in himself?

If Lu Zhiheng hadn't looked serious, Wen Song would have almost thought he was joking. "Why don't you have confidence? You're Lu Zhiheng, after all."

In terms of wealth, appearance, family background, and status, he is top-notch in every aspect in the entire Yicheng.

If he lacks confidence in himself, then there are probably very few people in this world who can have confidence in themselves.

"What about Lu Zhiheng?"

Lu Zhiheng said, "He wasn't involved in Wen Song's eight years of marriage, and he was so fierce to her back then."

He spoke half-truthfully, half-angrily, half-resentfully, and Wen Song sensed a hint of grievance in his words, and suddenly understood where his unease came from.

She held Lu Zhiheng's fingertips in her hands, "But without you, there might not even be a Wen Song in this world."

She looked up at him and said, "Lu Zhiheng, the relationship between people is never determined by the length of time spent together. Those who appear at the right time are the true destiny."

"I've already explained things to Brother Shi Jing, and I believe he won't bother me anymore."

Wen Song pursed her lips as she said this, "Valentine's Day is in two days. If nothing unexpected happens this time, I think we should really settle down."

"Of course there won't be any surprises."

Lu Zhiheng wrapped his hand around Wen Song's small hand, his anxious heart soothed and calmed by her words.

He spoke as if making a promise, or a serious pledge, "Songsong, I will absolutely not let anything happen between us."

When Zhou Shijing returned home, Lu Yun was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone with Grandma Lu.

"Oh my god, I really didn't know. I've been so busy at work lately that I haven't been in touch with Zhiheng much."

After hearing what the other person said, Lu Yun rubbed her temples in exasperation. "Why do you care who the other person is? Before, when Zhiheng didn't have a girlfriend, you were so worried you couldn't sleep at night. Now that he finally has someone to date, you're already worrying about whose girl she is."

"What good is being refined if your son doesn't have those kinds of thoughts about people? It's all for nothing."

As she finished speaking, her gaze swept over Zhou Shijing, who had returned home looking dejected, and her brows furrowed slightly. "Alright, Mom, I have something to do here, so I'll hang up now."

As she spoke, she stood up and replied twice before hanging up, "Okay, okay, I'll come over and take a look when I have time."

Lu Yun hurriedly hung up the phone and followed Zhou Shijing up to the third floor.

Zhou Shijing has been going to Wen Song's room a lot lately. Aunt Tian has kept it very clean, and everything is arranged exactly as it was before, as if Wen Song has only gone on a short trip and could come back at any time.

His gaze fell directly on Wen Song's desk, where his competition medals hung in the most conspicuous place.

At the time, Wen Song hung it up in front of him, and even said with a smile that he would be able to see it every time he looked up while doing his homework at his desk.

At that time, he was truly her whole heart and soul.

The more Zhou Shijing recalled, the more bitter he felt, and his eyes involuntarily reddened.

"Shi Jing, what's wrong?"

Lu Yun walked in from outside and was startled when she saw Zhou Shijing's reddened eyes. "What happened? Didn't you say you were going to see Songsong this morning? What's wrong? Did it not go well?"

Seeing Zhou Shijing looking dejected, Lu sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be too anxious, take it slow. When a relationship has cracks, it definitely takes time to repair them."

"It can't be fixed."

As Zhou Shijing spoke, he suddenly looked up at Lu Yun, and tears unexpectedly streamed down his face. "Mom, Songsong already knew about my faking amnesia. She will never forgive me, never again."

What shocked Lu Yun even more than her son's sudden tears was his last sentence. She raised her voice in disbelief, "What did you say? Songsong already knew you were faking amnesia?"

She shook her head, muttering to herself, "How could that be? How could she know?"

Zhou Shijing covered his face with his hands and slumped into the chair as if all his strength had given way. "Mom, I really don't want to break up with Songsong, but I'm too ashamed to ask her to stay. I don't even have the right to pursue her again..."

"Why aren't you qualified?"

Zhou Shijing's voice, trembling with tears, escaped from between his fingers: "It seems like there's someone else by her side."

Is there someone else around you?

Lu Yun almost choked on her breath.

She really was something else. In the short time she wasn't paying attention, her younger brother, who hadn't been interested in women for decades, suddenly had a secret girlfriend, and her well-behaved future daughter-in-law was also taken advantage of.

She was panting heavily, wondering which young punk had moved so quickly.

She turned to look at her son again. In the past, when Zhou Shijing acted foolishly, she wished she could slap him awake. Now, seeing him cry and whine instead of thinking of solutions when faced with problems, she was even more furious.

"Zhou Shijing, can't you pull yourself together? If you can't bring yourself to do it, just give up. If you don't want to give up, then you have to be shameless and keep going to her. If once doesn't work, try twice. If twice doesn't work, try three times."

"She may be someone you know, but she's not on your household register. Do you think your years of relationship with her are worth less than a few weeks with that other person?"