"I'm sorry, is that alright?" His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was very low.

The voice was so low that Lu Zhiwei almost didn't hear it: "What did you say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you."

"Are you deaf?" Shen Jinmo roared.

"So you can speak loudly? Then, could you have spoken your apology a little louder?"

A sly glint flashed in Lu Zhiwei's almond-shaped eyes. She felt a strange sense of pleasure watching him lose his composure.

Enraged, Shen Jinmo suddenly moved closer, his tall frame pressing against her ear as he whispered, "Why didn't you scream louder when you were under me before?"

Vulgar and blunt insults could no longer harm Lu Zhiwei, who was clad in armor.

She turned her head, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, "Isn't it because you're afraid outsiders will hear my screams and think that President Shen is rough and incompetent in bed? That would make you a laughingstock?"

Shen Jinmo's face turned ashen, and he grabbed her wrist with his large hand, pulling her out of the ward.

In the bustling corridor, Shen Jinmo's tall figure was pinned against her wall, the faint scent of pine spreading out, his rough hands pinching and kneading her waist wantonly: "Believe it or not, I can make sure you can't utter a single word from that lousy mouth of yours for a whole day."

"That was before. Now, you're just an ex-husband." Lu Zhiwei raised her head without fear, her red lips curving into a wanton arc, exuding charm and allure.

She specifically reminded him to be mindful of his status.

Otherwise, whenever and wherever he wanted to kiss her, even in the most inappropriate place, he would follow his own whims and be domineering to the end.

Perhaps it was the word "ex-husband" that provoked him, for a subtle, intriguing glint lingered in his dark eyes.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed her chin, ready to fiercely capture her lips.

Lu Zhiwei slightly raised her knees, already itching to leap forward and charge.

Bang--

"I'll beat you to death, you brat! Who are you kissing? Do you think you can kiss my granddaughter? You bastard with a mouth full of filth..." The old lady suddenly appeared, holding a broom, and started hitting Shen Jinmo's back with all her might.

The old man had a strong grip and struck several times, causing Chen Jinmo to bite his lip tightly, wincing in pain.

The expensive suit, the exquisite hairstyle, and Shen Jinmo's dignified and composed image were all completely ruined by the old lady.

Lu Zhiwei quickly hid behind the old lady: "Grandma, you've come at the right time."

"With me here, this brat won't dare bully you. I heard from the nurses at the hospital that he and Xia Wanying are a couple. He was even making advances at you just now, always wanting more than he has. In our village, a bastard like him would be drowned in a pig cage." The old woman brandished a broom, her voice booming.

Shen Jingmo frowned, sniffing the strong stench emanating from his body. "What did you sweep with that broom?"

"I took it from next door. That old man often has incontinence, so I went to help him sweep the floor. What, is the broom as smelly as your mouth?"

The old lady now only has Lu Zhiwei to rely on. She doesn't want anything in return, and she doesn't have to beg for help. She's willing to risk everything.

"..." Shen Jinmo was a formidable figure in the business world, rarely encountering any rivals. He never imagined that he would be so humiliated and defeated by an old lady.

Fearing that he would retaliate against her grandmother later, Lu Zhiwei took her grandmother to the nurses' station to ask if there were any similar special care wards available, as she wanted to apply for a different room for her grandmother.

The front desk nurse checked all the rooms, but they were all full, so it was difficult to arrange a change. The matter had to be put on hold for the time being.

However, Lu Zhiwei still dispatched two bodyguards from the Lu family overnight to guard the old lady's door.

The next day, Shen Jinmo carried flowers to visit Xia Wanying. As he passed the old lady's door, he saw the two burly and repulsive-looking bodyguards.

Shen Jinmo sent Lu Zhiwei a WeChat message: "You're really judging a gentleman by your own petty standards."

Lu Zhiwei was busy looking at the design drafts submitted by the cheongsam design department and didn't have time to reply to Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo came out of the room after visiting Xia Wanying.

A basin of foot-washing water splashed out of the old lady's room, soaking his trouser leg.

Shen Jinmo raised his eyes to look at the old lady, his expression cold and stern.

He felt he needed a bodyguard more than the difficult old lady.

...

In the president's office of Lu's Apparel, Lu Zhiwei, dressed in a light pink business suit, leaned back in her swivel chair, flipping through a stack of design drawings submitted to her on the desk.

Each one was crudely drawn, like scribbles.

"Anyang, go and arrange a meeting for all the designers in the design department."

After reviewing the design, Lu Zhiwei tossed the design onto the table and called her assistant over to arrange a meeting.

"Okay, Vice President Lu, I'll arrange it right away."

Ten minutes later.

The conference room was filled with designers from various design departments, including the Chinese trend design department, fashion design department, and cheongsam design department.

Jiang Hao and several colleagues from the cheongsam design department sat together, whispering among themselves: "What is she trying to do?"

"Why should we care about her? We're all long-time employees who joined the team because of her mother. Even President Lu wouldn't fire us, so how could she dare to lay a hand on us?"

Once everyone had arrived, Lu Zhiwei turned on the large projection screen behind her, displaying the design drafts submitted by the cheongsam design department one by one.

"Everyone, take a good look at these design drawings. What do you think?" Lu Zhiwei sat lazily in her chair, inviting everyone to give their opinions.

When the head of the fashion department saw these designs, he stood up and said, "What kind of design is this? This design couldn't possibly be from one of our company's designers, could it?"

"I hope not." A faint chill appeared between Lu Zhiwei's delicate brows as she sat in the highest seat, exuding a cold and noble aura. "But every design drawing has a signature in the lower right corner."

Only then did everyone notice that each design drawing had its name, from which design department and which designer, signed in the lower right corner.

This is something the designer had to leave behind to protect copyright.

These should have been marks of honor, but now they have become marks of shame.

Jiang Hao and his designers probably understood Lu Zhiwei's intention today: to publicly execute them.

"Jiang Hao, do you have anything to say about these design drawings?" Lu Zhiwei asked him casually, resting her chin on her hand.

“Vice President Lu, you really gave me too little time. You only gave us one day to draw ten design drafts. My colleagues and I stayed up all night to finish them…” Jiang Hao lowered his eyes, trying to look like a victim.

"Then ask the other design departments, who hasn't stayed up all night to finish a draft?"

"When our fashion department releases the new seasonal products, we submit and revise drafts repeatedly, working through more than a dozen all-nighters. What's this compared to that?"

"Exactly, I've been fed up with their cheongsam department for a long time. They release new styles that are over ten years old with minor modifications, and then put them on the market while they get paid about the same as us. Why should they?"

His words sparked outrage among the crowd.

Lu Zhiwei projected the game history from her phone onto the screen: "Our Director Jiang really worked hard last night, staying up all night playing games. He used his hands to play games and his feet to draw design drafts for me."