"Sorry, I must have mistaken you. Your back view looks too much like someone else." Shen Jiarui touched his neck to ease the awkwardness.

Song Anran raised her lips, tossed her long, brown, curly hair, and stared at him intently with her captivating almond-shaped eyes: "Who are you?"

Seeing that the two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation, Shen Jinmo quickened her pace and entered the hall to arrange for the housekeeper to take care of her accommodations.

"I am Shen Jiarui, the second young master of the Shen family. Are you my brother's new girlfriend?"

Shen Jiarui carefully examined her entire body. Shen Shuyuan always had long, straight, jet-black hair and never dared to curl it. Moreover, she would never use such a seductive look to seduce men.

He's really crazy.

How could the woman in front of me be Shen Shuyuan?

"Not yet, but soon. I fell in love with your brother at first sight. I'm from Jiangzhou, and my name is Song Anran." Song Anran warmly extended her hand.

Shen Jiarui reached out, but then pulled his hand back.

Since she was his future sister-in-law, he naturally wanted to avoid any appearance of impropriety: "So, are you staying here tonight?"

"Yes, not just tonight, but I'll probably be staying here for a long time to come. Please take good care of me."

Then the butler came over and invited Song Anran to meet the madam.

After greeting Shen Jiarui, Song Anran walked past him and left.

Shen Jiarui scratched his head, looking at her back and walking posture, and still felt that she looked similar.

To stop thinking about Shen Shuyuan.

He took out his phone, wanting to call a few buddies to go to the racetrack for a few rounds.

He opened WeChat and saw Luo Wuyan's WeChat account. He couldn't help but click on it and send her a message.

[Want to play a few rounds at the racetrack?]

[No time. Not everyone is as free as Young Master Shen.]

What are you busy with?

[Social engagements.]

Shen Jiarui exited the WeChat chat and went to Moments.

Seeing Luo Wuyan's post on WeChat Moments just ten minutes ago, I saw a photo of a private room where, apart from the dishes, the round table was piled high with alcohol.

The caption read: Another day of drinking myself to death.

For some reason, seeing this post on WeChat Moments made Shen Jiarui feel quite uneasy.

The tablecloth in the private room revealed the restaurant's name; it was a restaurant he frequented, known for its expensive dishes, difficult reservations, and delicious food.

After leaving the old house with his car keys, Shen Jiarui drove his sports car to the private room of the restaurant.

The door to the private room was ajar.

Through the crack in the door, Shen Jiarui saw Luo Wuyan leading several artists from the Artists Alliance in a drinking contest with some older CEOs.

She took the lead and downed her drink in one gulp.

Shen Jiarui watched quietly from outside the door.

"President Luo, if you want our company to select these illustrators, you should at least show the sincerity you deserve," the boss said again.

He deliberately used drinking etiquette to embarrass Luo Wuyan because he knew she wasn't a delicate and charming woman.

Shen Jiarui pushed open the door and entered: "Uncle Zhang."

The head of the business saw that the visitor was the second young master of the Shen family, and that he had always had close business ties with the Shen family.

"Jia Rui, what brings you here?"

"I was drinking in the next private room when I saw you, so I came in to say hello. This is Mr. Luo, a friend of mine. I'll drink her wine for him." Shen Jiarui snatched Luo Wuyan's wine glass and drank it all in front of the other executives.

He even picked up the bottle and poured himself a drink.

He drank cup after cup, downing them very quickly.

Luo Wuyan stared at him, bewildered: "What are you doing here causing trouble?"

"Please, from now on, treat yourself like a woman. I'm begging you." Shen Jiarui glanced at her and continued drinking.

The CEOs were genuinely worried that the second young master of the Shen family would drink himself to death in their private room, so they all stood up and said, "Jia Rui, stop drinking. Since President Luo is your friend, let's sign this contract today."

The drinking party ended.

Only Luo Wuyan and Shen Jiarui remained.

Shen Jiarui got drunk and passed out on the table.

Luo Wuyan wasn't drunk at all. She stood to the side with her arms crossed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Shen Jiarui! Have you forgotten that I can hold my liquor better than you? Do you need a weakling like you to drink for me?"

Shen Jiarui muttered, "I just wanted to protect you."

Luo Wuyan froze, a warm feeling welling up inside her.

"Who told you to be so pitiful, living for over twenty years and no man has ever stood up for you? I'll be the one to stick your neck out."

The emotion that Luo Wuyan had just felt vanished instantly.

She slapped him on the head.

Shen Jiarui rubbed his aching head and looked up at her blankly: "Why did you hit me?"

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down," Luo Wuyan said.

“…” Shen Jiarui.

——

In the days that followed, the Lu and Zhou families were busy making preparations for the wedding.

Lu Zhiwei was busy with work and pregnant, so the Zhou family took care of everything, only requiring her to attend the wedding and not worry about anything else.

Compared to her quiet marriage with Shen Jinmo, the Zhou family gave Lu Zhiwei ample respect and dignity.

The wedding was to be held at the private estate that the Zhou family had purchased in the western suburbs. A month in advance, the wedding planners had already started setting up the venue.

Lu Zhiwei had just finished a meeting at the Lu Group that day.

Back in the office.

There was a person sitting on the sofa.

His back was straight and upright, and his temperament was elegant and noble.

A bunch of pink roses sat next to the sofa.

Lu Zhiwei slowly walked over and covered the man's eyes with her hands from behind.

Ruan Jizhou's thin lips curved slightly as he placed his hands over her small hands: "Weiwei, are you done with the meeting?"

"How did you know it was me?" Lu Zhiwei let go of his hand and walked up to him.

Ruan Jizhou smiled and said, "This office isn't open to just anyone. I only got in because I'm your future husband."

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