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

These past few days, whenever Wen Song has free time, she's been learning to knit scarves by following videos. The weather forecast predicts heavy snow the day after tomorrow, which is Valentine's Day.

She had promised Wen Miaomiao that she would let her wear the scarf she had knitted herself on the day it snowed.

She's quite skillful and learns relatively quickly. Judging from the current progress, she'll most likely finish it tomorrow.

When Lu Zhiheng finished the video conference and came out of the study, Wen Song and Miao Miao were playing a game of wrestling with thread.

"Meow Meow" is the name Wen Miaomiao gave to the kitten, which is a homonym of her own name.

Wen Song held the half-finished scarf in one hand and reached out to grab the ball of yarn on the ground with the other. However, Miao Miao was much faster than her, as if deliberately teasing her. Every time she was about to grab it, Miao Miao would swat the ball of yarn away with a paw.

"Tsk, Wen Song, you're so stupid."

Wen Miaomiao was curled up on the sofa playing games, but her fingers hadn't touched the screen in a long time. She complained about Wen Song's clumsy movements, but she was also enjoying watching.

"Hurry up, it's very close to you, reach out and grab it! You're such a big guy, yet you can't even outmaneuver a little kitten."

"Hey, hey, you're so slow! Look, now look what happened, it's pushed you under the sofa."

After several attempts, Wen Song was panting heavily. He squatted on the ground, staring at Miao Miao with wide eyes. "Miao Miao, if you misbehave again, I won't give you any cat food later!"

Meow was not threatened at all. Just as it was about to stretch out its front paws to push the ball of yarn further into the corner of the sofa, the skin on the back of its neck suddenly tightened, and then its whole body was forced into the air.

"Meow~"

The little cat, who had just been acting arrogantly in front of Wen Song, suddenly lost its arrogance when it fell into Lu Zhiheng's hands. It wobbled its short legs and cried out helplessly for mercy.

"You little rascal, you're bullying your sister Wen Song while I was away, aren't you?"

Lu Zhiheng's tall stature made the cat in his hand appear especially miniature and adorable.

He grabbed it by the neck and dragged it to Wen Song. "Apologize to your sister, or you won't get any cat food for the whole week, not just today."

Wen Song looked at the cat thrashing and flapping in front of her, both amused and exasperated. "What? You don't actually expect it to understand you and apologize to me, do you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Miaomiao seemed to resign herself to her fate and meowed at Wen Song.

"Wow! He can actually understand it?"

Wen Miaomiao sat up abruptly from the sofa. "How did you do that? Teach me!"

Lu Zhiheng glanced at her indifferently, "When you stop ganging up with it to bully your mother, I'll teach you."

Wen Miaomiao said awkwardly, "...I was just watching the show from the sidelines. You call this bullying? You're being way too protective..."

She reached out and rescued Miaomiao from Lu Zhiheng's clutches. "Miaomiao, let's go. We won't play with bad guys."

With a loud bang, she left Wen Song behind and took Miao Miao home alone.

The air fell silent for a moment. Wen Song pursed her lips, walked to the sofa to tidy up her scarf-knitting tools, and said, "It's late, I have to go back now. You should take a shower and get some rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, her waist was wrapped around from behind, and the man's warm, hard chest pressed against her. "It's only a little past eight, there's still plenty of time. Stay here with me a little longer."

His warm breath sprayed against her ear, a spot that was extremely sensitive to, and instantly goosebumps rose all over her body.

She gently shrank her neck and said, "I already spend a lot of time with you every day. Even Miaomiao isn't as clingy as you."

As she said this, a worried look appeared on her face. "Do you think we should take Miaomiao to get a check-up again when we have time? I feel like Miaomiao's energy is getting worse every day. She's either sleeping or on her way to sleep every day."

Lu Zhiheng didn't think there was anything wrong with her health, but he didn't voice his guess to avoid upsetting Wen Song unnecessarily. While gently sucking on the soft flesh of her earlobe, he answered in accordance with her words, "Okay, I'll arrange it later and take her there tomorrow morning."

Wen Miaomiao had just arrived home and was changing her shoes in the entryway when the doorbell suddenly rang. She opened the door suspiciously and met Lu Yun's smiling eyes. "Miaomiao, are you home?"

In this parallel world, Lu Yun's grandmother treated her quite well, almost to the point of spoiling her, giving her whatever she wanted and never lacking anything materially.

Wen Miaomiao couldn't bring herself to give her a sour look, so she gave a light "hmm" and stepped aside to let her in. Seeing that her eyes were looking around, she took the initiative to speak, "Sister Wen Song isn't home."

"Why aren't you home yet, it's so late?"

Lu Yun subtly probed her, "Did she tell you where she went? Or who she went out with?"

Wen Miaomiao shook her head, answering honestly, "I don't know, she didn't tell me."

She pretended to take out her phone, "How about I call her and ask?"

"Oh, no need. I just came to bring you some food. There's nothing special about it, so don't bother her."

Lu Yun was worried that her and her son taking turns visiting her would put pressure on Wen Song. Besides, her main "surprise" target today was Lu Zhiheng.

She put the things she brought into the refrigerator. "Alright, I'm leaving now. If Songsong doesn't come back by too late, call her and ask. After all, she's a girl, and it's not safe for her to go out alone at night."

Wen Miaomiao nodded in agreement and escorted Lu Yun to the door. She then secretly peeked from behind the door and, sure enough, saw that Lu Yun did not take the elevator downstairs but instead walked straight to Lu Zhiheng's house across the street.

Wen Song was being kissed and held on Lu Zhiheng's lap when a sudden doorbell rang. Startled, Wen Song blushed and pulled away from Lu Zhiheng's embrace. "Who is it?"

Lu Zhiheng was deeply engrossed in the kiss when he was suddenly interrupted, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

Not many people knew his home address, and among those who could come at this time, Lu Zhiheng could only think of two people.

Sure enough, before he could open the door, Wen Song's phone rang.

"Hey, Miaomiao?"

Wen Song answered the call and had barely called out Wen Miaomiao's name when Wen Miaomiao rushed over to warn her, "Lu Yun is here. She's outside Lu Zhiheng's house right now. If you don't want to be discovered at this time, you'd better hide quickly."

hide?

Where can we hide?

Wen Song was extremely flustered. If Lu Yun saw her alone in a room with Lu Zhiheng late at night, she would definitely become suspicious.

Lu Zhiheng overheard her conversation with Wen Miaomiao and helplessly pointed towards his bedroom, "Wait for me inside."

Lu Yun rang the doorbell several times, but Lu Zhiheng didn't come to open the door. Just as she was about to lean closer to the door to listen to the sounds inside, the door clicked open.

Lu Yun took a step back awkwardly, forcing a smile. "Ha, Zhiheng, you're home? I've rang the doorbell so many times, why did it take you so long to open it?"

Lu Zhiheng's expression was indifferent, his tall figure blocking the doorway. "I was in a video conference, didn't you hear me? Coming over so late, is something wrong?"

Lu Yun tilted her head and glanced around the room. Due to the angle, she couldn't see very clearly. "I have something to ask you. Is it convenient for me to come in?"

Lu Zhiheng was fully aware of her probing, but remained expressionless, slightly turning his body away, "There's nothing inconvenient about it."