At this moment, Xia Wanying slowly sat up and climbed off the bed, walking to Shen Jinmo's side and playfully tugging at his sleeve: "Brother Shen, don't blame Sister Lu. I felt so good when I was slashing these paintings. It's the first time I've been this happy since the fire..."

Xia Wanying had always avoided that past incident, but this was the first time she was willing to accept and face her past memories.

This is a good start.

Shen Jinmo saw hope in healing her.

Lu Zhiwei smiled, picked up her phone, opened the calculator, and entered some numbers.

"I did a rough calculation with a calculator. The paintings that Miss Xia destroyed in her outburst today are estimated to be worth 35 million. Mr. Shen, please reimburse me for that price. This is normal wear and tear incurred during treatment, and you will have to bear the cost yourself."

Shen Jinmo turned his head and glared at her angrily: he suspected she was blackmailing him, but he had no evidence.

"Brother Chen, please don't be angry. Sister Lu is doing this for my own good. Besides, Yingying isn't hurt; it's these paintings that are damaged. You have to pay them back."

"I'll transfer the money to you this afternoon." Under Xia Wanying's persistent coaxing, Chen Jinmo's tone softened a bit, and his hostility towards Lu Zhiwei gradually dissipated.

Lu Zhiwei smiled wryly, "Besides compensation, Mr. Shen also owes me an apology."

Shen Jinmo is aloof and arrogant. Even if he makes a mistake, he will never say sorry to anyone.

The only apology I received from him was when the imposter Shen Jinmo knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I was imagining him with his face, but it felt completely different.

Lu Zhiwei wondered how humble this incomparably noble young master of the Shen family would be for the woman he loved.