The pain awakened Lu Zhiwei's consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, she met the man's deep, sinister gaze.

Lu Zhiwei pushed him away abruptly, her stomach churning, causing her to gag instantly.

She turned around, climbed to the head of the bed, grabbed a tissue, and vigorously wiped her lips, which slightly calmed the nausea and vomiting she had just felt.

Seeing her vomit and look so disgusted, Shen Jinmo's anger surged from his feet to his head, his handsome face darkening: "Do you think I'm this disgusting?"

Lu Zhiwei raised her cool and beautiful face slightly, "Mr. Shen, you take advantage of me in my vulnerable state and still have the nerve to say that? If you have strong desires, go find your white moonlight to solve them. What's the point of climbing on me?"

Shen Jinmo's face was ashen: "Your ability to turn the tables on others has become increasingly refined. Get out."

Lu Zhiwei wisely got out of bed, walked to the door, opened it, and prepared to leave.

After trying to turn the lock for a while, it didn't respond, indicating that it was locked from the outside.

Lu Zhiwei turned her head to look at Shen Jinmo, trying to tell him that it wasn't that she didn't want to leave, but that the door wouldn't let her out.

Shen Jinmo pursed his thin lips and rolled up the blanket on the bed: "You can stay and sleep on the floor."

Lu Zhiwei clenched her fingers, unwilling to give in.

He took two steps back.

Lift your leg and kick hard!

With a bang.

The carved wooden door was kicked over and fell to the ground.

Shen Jinmo, who had just lain down, sat up in bed and stared at the innocent-looking doorway lying on the floor with cold eyes.

This woman may have a tendency to commit domestic violence in the future!

Lu Zhiwei clapped her hands, brushed her short hair behind her ear, and turned back to give Shen Jinmo a chilling smile: "I don't usually kick people with this foot, unless... I can't help it."

After saying that, he strode away.

The whistling evening breeze blew in from outside the door, refreshing and invigorating.

Shen Jinmo knew he wouldn't get a good night's sleep tonight.

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The next day.

Lu Zhiwei woke up at the Lu family villa, and after sleeping until the afternoon, she went to find Zhao Xiuying.

Zhao Xiuying has lived a very comfortable life as a wealthy wife over the years, spending her time either accompanying celebrities, politicians, and socialites to beauty treatments or playing mahjong in someone else's backyard.

Lu Zhiwei suddenly appeared behind Zhao Xiuying, "Auntie."

Zhao Xiuying turned around and saw Lu Zhiwei standing behind her with a grin, almost scared out of her wits: "Weiwei, what are you doing..."

"Miss Lu, what brings you here? Please have a seat." Several wealthy women took turns greeting her, treating her with gentleness and courtesy.

"Auntie, can I play for a while?" Lu Zhiwei winked at Zhao Xiuying, her kind tone making it hard to refuse.

"Okay, go ahead and call. I'll go buy some fruit and afternoon tea." Zhao Xiuying said goodbye and left first.

Once she sat down at the mahjong table, Lu Zhiwei became the focus of public attention.

"Weiwei, I heard you married Young Master Shen without my permission. Your father must be furious, right?"

"It's alright. He appreciates my sacrifice." Lu Zhiwei tossed the cards out haphazardly.

"Why are you playing six of coins? You little brat, if you don't know how to play, why are you joining in? Don't come back saying the aunties are bullying you." Mrs. Chen was worried for her as she watched her play haphazardly.

Lu Zhiwei raised her lips slightly: "Yes, I'm not very good at it, I'm learning."

In no time, Lu Zhiwei had lost five or six games.

She took out her phone and used Alipay to pay the wealthy women.

The ladies who received the money were overjoyed, thinking that the Lu family's wandering maid was a fool who kept handing them money.

Lu Zhiwei lost hundreds of thousands of yuan, and the wealthy wives were in high spirits, thinking that the time was almost right.

"I probably didn't lose as much as Aunt Zhao, right?" Lu Zhiwei asked casually, her pretty face pale and innocent, making her seem completely unguarded.

"How is that possible? Your Aunt Zhao has lost tens of millions here." Someone blurted out.

Losing tens of millions playing mahjong is no small amount.

Lu Zhiwei bit her lip, her eyes darkening slightly. She recalled how she and her mother had kowtowed to others for a single dollar when they were abroad.

Someone pulled the talkative rich woman aside and gestured to her with their eyes to stop gossiping.

Lu Zhiwei glanced at the recorder in her pocket, smiled and stood up: "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. I'll play mahjong with the aunties whenever I have time in the future."

"Okay, okay."

After watching her leave, the group immediately dispersed, afraid of getting into trouble.

At this moment, in the large conference room on the top floor of the Shen Group.

The selection process for a new chief jewelry designer is underway.

Shen Jinmo, dressed in a jet-black handmade suit, leaned back lazily in the main judges' seat, his slender fingers toying with his phone, which had been ringing incessantly.

Just recently, his phone received five or six messages in a row.

After all the designers had finished their presentations, Shen Jinmo wrote her scores on the evaluation sheet, put away her pen, handed over the rest of the meeting to the jewelry department director, and left first.

Back in the office.

Shen Jinmo sent a WeChat message to Qi Mingli, as usual, to urge him on his progress: "Has Rose been settled yet?"

Two days have passed, and Qi Mingli has gained nothing. He is starting to doubt whether his charm and personality are just empty boasts.

Qi Mingli sent a frustrated emoji: [Working on it.]

Shen Jingmo rubbed his temples, hesitated for a long time, and then sent Qi Mingli another WeChat message: 【Do you have Lu Zhiwei's number?】

After receiving the WeChat message, Qi Mingli immediately made a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Mingli's tone was fiery: "Brother, are you kidding me? You've been married for three years, and you're asking me for your wife's number?"

Shen Jinmo's dark face was full of hostility, and an endless chill seemed to travel directly to Qi Mingli through the communication signal.

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