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

Wen Miaomiao said it easily, and she did it even more easily.

She was almost always right, accurately catching the dolls every time. Before long, Wen Song was holding a whole bunch of them. Except for the little yellow duck and the little green turtle, she had taken almost all the pretty ones.

If Wen Song hadn't run out of coins, he felt Wen Miaomiao could have continued fighting.

Amidst the envious gazes of the children, the two returned home laden with their spoils.

"Miaomiao, you're kidding me, right? You must have been a pro at claw machines before. I remember now, you were also really good at racing games last time."

Seeing Wen Song's happiness, Wen Miaomiao's lips also curled into a smile, "Just a few broken dolls, look how happy you are."

"How could they be tattered dolls? You made all of these yourself, and each one is so cute!"

As Wen Song spoke, she suddenly thought of something, a hint of shyness appearing on her face. She quietly leaned closer to Wen Miaomiao and said, "When you are born, I will use these little dolls to coax you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Miaomiao's smile gradually faded. She took a few steps in front of Wen Song, turned her back to her, and coolly refused, "No, I don't like these cute things."

Wen Song:…

What? You don't like the doll she has to take from you every day to sleep with?

I don't like it. Who was it that had their eyes light up when they won the claw machine?

It's perfectly normal for girls to like small toys; it's not something to be ashamed of. Why be so coy and refuse to admit it?

After lunch, Wen Miaomiao wanted to continue shopping, but Wen Song was worried that she might not be able to handle it, so he suggested going to see a movie. The two of them each carried a bucket of popcorn and entered the cinema with the rest of the couples.

It's a popular romance film that tells the story of a man and woman who, after misunderstandings, reunite after a long separation.

When Wen Song saw the touching parts, her eyes welled up with tears, and her shoulders kept trembling.

Wen Miaomiao sighed helplessly, "Movies are all fake, fake. Is this really worth your tears? You're such a crybaby."

As she spoke, she pulled a pack of tissues from her pocket, took out a few sheets, and handed them to Wen Song. "Luckily, I was prepared, otherwise my sleeves would have been ruined again."

Not long after the two left the movie theater, Lu Zhiheng arrived.

The man's tall and handsome appearance was already eye-catching, but the bouquet of exquisite velvet red roses he held in his hands was even more captivating.

Everyone turned to look, wanting to see what kind of woman was worthy of such an outstanding man.

He slowed his pace and finally stopped in front of a figure.

The woman was petite and looked quite young, with delicate and gentle features.

On her delicate oval face, a pair of bright, clear eyes with a gentle curve at the corners, she stood there quietly, exuding a pure and clean aura.

The two stood face to face. Although they were of different heights and had completely different temperaments, they were still pleasing to the eye and looked like a perfect match.

Wen Song was surprised that the usually rigid and serious Lu Zhiheng would actually do something like giving roses in the street. Her heart started racing. "It's not time to get off work yet, why did you come early?"

Lu Zhiheng's eyes lingered on Wen Song for half a second, unwilling to look away. "I'll leave as soon as I'm done with my work."

He noticed Wen Song's reddened eyes as soon as he arrived. "What's wrong? Why are your eyes so red?"

Wen Miaomiao took the initiative to clarify, "Let's make this clear first, it's not my fault for not taking good care of your wife. She cried while watching the movie herself."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled, "So immersed in the role, huh?"

He handed the roses in his arms to Wen Song, and after she took them, he reached out and patted the top of her head. "I hope these roses can ease your mood a little."

Wen Song hadn't fully shaken off the movie, but hearing Lu Zhiheng say that, a sweet feeling began to spread through her heart.

"Thank you, it's not just a little bit, it's relieved to a great extent."

Wen Song thought Lu Zhiheng was just inviting her out for a meal, but she didn't expect that he would specially book the top floor of a high-end restaurant.

This restaurant is located in the city center of Yicheng and offers panoramic views of the city at night.

After the three of them sat down, the restaurant manager came over to take their order.

Wen Song was looking down at the menu when Wen Miaomiao suddenly exclaimed, "Look, someone's setting off fireworks!"

Wen Song followed her gaze to the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, where she saw dazzling fireworks exploding in the distant sky.

Those red, green, and purple fireworks were like fireballs, like dandelions, like countless stars falling from the sky…

The light in Wen Song's eyes was gradually brightened by the sparkling fireworks; it's hard to imagine any girl being able to resist the unique romance of fireworks.

Her heart leaped with joy. She turned to look at Lu Zhiheng, her voice light and clear: "Lu Zhiheng, look! The fireworks are so beautiful!"

Lu Zhiheng nodded slightly, his eyes filled with a gentle smile. His gaze remained fixed on the radiant woman beside him, and he murmured, "She is indeed very beautiful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fireworks in the sky suddenly dissipated.

Almost simultaneously, the giant LED screen on the exterior of the opposite skyscraper suddenly lit up, with countless pink heart-shaped bubbles floating on the screen, and a line of bright, clear words hitting Wen Song's eyes—"Songsong, Happy Valentine's Day! Happy Wedding!"

Wen Song stared blankly at the words on the screen, her heart suddenly warming, her fingertips unconsciously clenching. She turned her head and met the man's eyes filled with love, only then realizing that, apart from the bouquet of roses, the dazzling fireworks and even the entire large screen confession were all surprises he had carefully prepared for her.

Her chest was filled with warmth, and a lump rose in her throat. "Lu Zhiheng, when did you prepare this?"

Lu Zhiheng raised his hand and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her cheek, his low, husky voice filled with tenderness: "Do you like it?"

"Mmm," Wen Song nodded, her voice already choked with emotion, "I like it, I like it very much."

A look of doting affection softened in Lu Zhiheng's eyes. "And this one, do you like it too?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his loosely clenched fist, spread his fingers, and a diamond necklace shimmering with tiny sparkles hung from his fingertips.

The necklace was right in front of Wen Song, jingling and swaying.

She had forgotten how to react; her eyes, brimming with a thin layer of moisture, looked past the necklace and straight at the man in front of her.

Not to mention Wen Song was shocked, Wen Miaomiao was also overwhelmed by Lu Zhiheng's wave after wave of surprises. No, this man is too good at it. If you don't know him, it's really hard to believe that he has absolutely no dating experience.

Lu Zhiheng personally placed the necklace around Wen Song's neck, but Wen Song felt that it wasn't just her neck that was being "tied," but also her whole heart.

When we came out of the restaurant after dinner, the snow was falling even harder.

The white fluff fluttered in the air, adding a unique touch of cool and gentle romance to Valentine's Day.

The three of them were not in a hurry to return home. They strolled slowly through the surging crowds, quietly immersing themselves in the festive atmosphere that filled the streets.

Wen Miaomiao consciously distanced herself from them and walked ahead alone.

She was wearing a beige down jacket and a red scarf around her neck, and from a distance, she looked like a delicately carved snow doll.

He was still just a child, and seeing the swirling snowflakes, his innocent and lively nature was fully revealed.

Spread your arms out and spin around to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.

"Be careful, watch where you're going, don't fall."

Wen Song subconsciously took a few steps forward and was almost bumped into by a running child. Lu Zhiheng took the opportunity to pull her to his side, his large coat covering most of her shoulders.