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

When Zhong Man heard Wen Song say that her boyfriend was very handsome, she immediately felt at ease. Then, when she thought of the word "man" that she had mentioned, she instantly grasped the key information.

"Sister Songsong, from your description, the other person seems to be quite a bit older than you?"

Wen Song smiled and said, "He is a bit older, but so what? I don't care at all. He is calm and insightful, experienced, considerate and tolerant, calm and responsible in the face of problems, and more mature in his views. I feel very safe and comfortable with him."

Wen Song herself could hardly believe that she had used words like "at ease" and "at ease" in her description just now.

Just a month ago, she held Lu Zhiheng in a position of both fear and respect.

Clearly, habit is a truly magical thing.

Of course, Lu Zhiheng's gentle patience played a crucial role in guiding her step by step overcoming her inner obstacles, slowly accepting him, and moving towards him.

Zhong Man had never seen Wen Song like this before; a smile played on his lips, and his eyes seemed to sparkle like stars.

Completely different from when she was with Zhou Shijing before. Back then, although she was smiling, her smile always carried a hint of restrained accommodation, and her eyes held an inescapable anxiety. She was often cautious and hesitant, caught between gain and loss.

But the woman before me had relaxed eyes and brows, and her joy seemed to emanate from the depths of her heart, serene and open.

After leaving the bathroom, Wen Song said goodbye to Zhong Man and walked out of the villa.

She called a car on her phone, but outside vehicles are not allowed to enter this villa area, so she had to walk a short distance to the entrance of the community to catch a ride.

However, she had only gone halfway when a screeching roar of a sports car suddenly came from behind her.

She instinctively moved to the side of the road to avoid it, but before she could turn her head to look, the sports car braked sharply and came to a stop not far from her.

With a loud bang as the car door slammed shut, Zhou Shijing strode quickly toward her.

Why did you leave without saying a word?

He reeked of alcohol. Wen Song wrinkled his nose. "Brother Shi Jing, you can't drink and drive."

Zhou Shijing's eyes were bloodshot. He gripped her shoulders and raised his voice, "I'm asking you, why did you leave without a word?"

Wen Song was in excruciating pain from his large hand gripping her so tightly that she couldn't help but struggle a few times. "Brother Shi Jing, let's talk this out. Let go of me, you're squeezing me so hard."

Does it hurt here?

Zhou Shijing pressed his finger hard against his heart. "Songsong, it hurts so much here, it's killing me!"

His features were contorted in pain. "Do you hate me that much now? You won't even say a word to me?"

He had to hold Wen Song tightly, afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly, Wen Song would vanish instantly and never return to his side.

He lowered his voice, his tone humble and weak, "Songsong, I was wrong, really wrong. I shouldn't have pretended to have amnesia to lie to you, but I really had my reasons. Please don't leave me, please don't abandon me..."

Not far away, a black Maybach stood quietly in the night, like a lurking beast, taking in the entire tug-of-war.

Congratulations to the man who secretly glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror several times.

Lu Zhiheng sat by the window, like a silent and composed mountain, his gaze fixed intently on the two figures outside the window.

He appeared calm, but his tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins on the back of his hands completely exposed his suppressed anger.

Congratulations! I've never seen Mr. Lu like this before. Most importantly, the relationship between these three is indeed quite complicated. After a moment's thought, he tentatively asked, "Mr. Lu, if it's inconvenient for you to come in person, perhaps I can find an excuse to bring Miss Wen over?"

Lu Zhiheng didn't speak. His sharp, deep eyes, seemingly tangible, were fixed on Zhou Shijing's hand that was gripping Wen Song's shoulder through the car window.

Wen Song couldn't break free from Zhou Shijing's large hand, especially seeing his grief-stricken face on the verge of tears, and ultimately couldn't utter the harsh words that were on the tip of his tongue.

She exhaled weakly, looked up at Zhou Shijing, and spoke in an extremely calm tone.

"You have cancer?"

Zhou Shijing paused for a second, then shook his head. "No."

Wen Song pursed her lips. "So, the Zhou family is about to go bankrupt?"

Zhou Shijing shook his head again, "No, not either."

Wen Song tilted her head and curled her lips slightly. "Then I'm sorry, but apart from that, I really can't understand what kind of hardship would make you use such a low method as faking amnesia to get rid of me so impatiently."

The light in Zhou Shijing's eyes slowly dimmed; he really didn't want to bring up that matter unless absolutely necessary.

"Songsong, I have post-traumatic stress disorder."

"Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Wen Song's pupils dilated slightly. She had heard people talk about it before and roughly knew what kind of mental illness it was.

Zhou Shijing's shoulders slumped. "I got it a long time ago, but I never knew. That time when we were playing a game, they asked me to kiss you. I hugged you and got close to you, and all I could see in my mind was the image of your dad lying in front of me covered in blood."

"After I got back that day, I didn't sleep well for several nights. Later, the situation got worse and worse. I didn't dare to have any intimate contact with you. Your presence reminded me of my experience of being kidnapped. I didn't dare to get close to you, and I couldn't even make eye contact with you."

Wen Song never imagined that this disease would appear on Zhou Shijing, let alone that the reason he had been distant from her and unwilling to marry her all these years was this.

To be honest, this was far more shocking and unacceptable to her than Zhou Shijing getting cancer or the Zhou family facing bankruptcy.

She repeatedly condemned Zhou Shijing for the harm he had caused her, but never realized that she had been neglecting to care for him.

"Mom told us to get our marriage certificate. At first, I was really reluctant. I couldn't tell if my reluctance was because I didn't like you or because I didn't want my life to be fixed into a standard pattern."

"But I really didn't intend to break my promise at first. I promised to give you the trophy I won in the competition as a gift after we got our marriage certificate, and I'm absolutely not lying about that."

"That day, I rushed back from my friend's wedding overnight because I really wanted to fulfill my marriage vows with you. But on the way, the car suddenly went out of control, and the moment I was knocked unconscious, a sense of relief suddenly rose in my heart."

"I believe it was fate. Heaven must not have approved of this marriage. Coincidentally, in my dazed state, the doctor next to me mentioned something like memory loss caused by a car accident. On a whim, I came up with this idea."

When Zhou Shijing got to this point, tears were already streaming down his face. "Songsong, I admit that I am cowardly and selfish. I didn't dare to break up with you openly. I was afraid that others would call me ungrateful. I could only choose that method."

The man, who was always full of vigor, was now crying uncontrollably in the middle of the street, disregarding his image and dignity, all in an effort to keep the girl he loved.

Wen Song found it hard to describe her feelings at this moment. After all, this was someone she had liked for so long, and it was impossible for her to be completely unmoved.

"Now that you've successfully gotten rid of me, why are you turning back?"

Zhou Shijing looked at Wen Song with teary eyes, "Because I finally see clearly, Songsong, I like you, the kind of liking between a man and a woman. All the women I dated before were just playing around. I had absolutely no feelings for them."

"Some time ago, I went abroad to receive professional psychological treatment."

He hugged Wen Song tightly, pressing her close to his chest. "Look, I can be close to you now. I can get close to you like this and hug you without any problems."