Luo Xiu gripped the black pistol, forcibly pried open her palm, and handed it back to her.

"You are the one who injured me. To be fair, you should shoot me."

Luo Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, and he still smelled of alcohol, so he must have drunk some more on the way back.

He felt very guilty.

Lu Zhiwei could tell.

But she didn't like his extreme approach.

"I already said it's nothing, you didn't do it on purpose." Lu Zhiwei wasn't a delicate or pretentious person, so this little injury was no big deal to her.

"Your arms are so beautiful, bullet wounds are likely to leave scars."

So what if there's a scar?

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Lu Zhiwei, Luo Xiu decided to do it himself.

He hooked his fingers around the gun handle, turned it around, and held the gun with his left hand, aiming it at his own arm.

"You'll wake my son from his sleep," Lu Zhiwei warned him sternly, telling him it was best not to act impulsively.

Luo Xiu glanced in the direction of Lu Zhiwei's bedroom.

Indeed, the child must have been frightened by the gunshot.

"Then I'll find a farther place to fire." Luo Xiu picked up his gun and was about to leave.

Lu Zhiwei watched his retreating figure and said solemnly, "If you insist on making it up to me, I can make a request of you."

"What?" Luo Xiu turned around.

"Let me and An'an leave. I also want to take Ruixi with me. I want him to go back to his biological father."

Lu Zhiwei made her only request.

"Zhizhi, I think it's more worthwhile to shoot myself." Luo Xiu took the gun and quickly left.

A few minutes later, Lu Zhiwei heard a sudden gunshot from the back hill of the manor.

Gunshots pierced the night sky.

When Luo Xiu reappeared in front of Lu Zhiwei.

The same arm, in the same spot, was bandaged with the same gauze.

"How about it? Same wound style, doesn't it look like a couple's outfit?" Luo Xiu's face was slightly pale, but he was still in the mood to joke.

Lu Zhiwei shook her head. "They're really crazy."

"Yes, I'm crazy. I haven't been able to forget you in seven years. How could I not be crazy if I fell in love with another woman?" Luo Xiu looked at her and smiled foolishly.

Lu Zhiwei glanced at him, turned around, went into the house, and closed the door.

The next morning.

It's Saturday.

Lu Anyu and Ruixi don't need to go to school.

Lu Zhiwei woke up late; the pain from her wound made it difficult for her to fall asleep, and she didn't sleep well.

I got up, washed up, and went downstairs.

Beautiful and melodious piano music could already be heard coming from the music room downstairs.

Lu Zhiwei asked the housekeeper curiously, "Who's playing the piano so early in the morning?"

“Miss Lu, it’s Master Ruixi. He needs to practice the piano for two hours every Saturday morning.”

"He's only four years old, how come he has such a hard life?" Lu Zhiwei sighed.

Her teaching methods were clearly much more relaxed.

They completely let Lu Anyu run wild; he was allowed to do whatever he liked, as long as he didn't break the law or make any major mistakes, and he was healthy and happy.

"Where's An'an?" Lu Zhiwei asked her son, albeit symbolically.

"Young Master An'an went to the market with the chef early this morning to buy vegetables. He said he wanted to stew a chicken for you to nourish you."

Lu Zhiwei immediately beamed with joy. As expected of her son, he knew how to care for his old mother.

Luo Xiu Company still has some things to take care of, so I have to go to the company to work overtime on Saturday.

After breakfast, Lu Zhiwei admired the flowers in the courtyard and, while doing so, sketched out several designs for jewelry and clothing using her sketchbook and pencil.

Her hand injury clearly affected her performance; the design drafts she produced were somewhat sloppy, and her skill level had dropped significantly.

At that moment, a white Porsche pulled up in front of the courtyard.

Not long after, the butler led a woman wearing a beige Chanel-style suit into the courtyard.

The person who came was Yuri, who brought gifts to offer her condolences.

"Miss Lu, how elegant!" Yu Li saw Lu Zhiwei in the courtyard. Her long hair was hanging down, and her beautiful face had a serene and independent feeling that made people feel very comfortable.

"Miss Yuri, what brings you here?"

"I'm sorry about yesterday. You left in such a hurry that I didn't have a chance to apologize to you. So I came here in person today with some tonics. I hope you can forgive me."

Yuri gracefully handed over the gift.

The butler took it with both hands and put it away.

"How thoughtful of you! Please have a seat here. Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Coffee bar."

The two people sat facing each other.

After returning to his room, the butler immediately called Luo Xiu to inform him of the situation at the manor.

Fearing that Yuli would deliberately make things difficult for Lu Zhiwei, Luo Xiu quickly finished his work and rushed from the company to the manor.

"What are you drawing?" Yuri asked, noticing the design in Lu Zhiwei's hand.

"I just do some random drawing," Lu Zhiwei said with a smile.

"Can I take a look?"

Yuri looked at her pleadingly.

Lu Zhiwei handed over the sketchbook.

Opening the sketchbook and seeing the design drafts, even the random designs using flowers from the yard as a theme looked incredibly inspired and resonated with her tastes.

Although the design draft was somewhat rough, she was still injured, which must have affected her drawing skills.

“I’ve decided that you will design the jewelry for my birthday party.” Yuri handed the design back to Lu Zhiwei.

Lu Zhiwei was quite surprised.

After taking a hit, orders actually came knocking on my door.

"What, not hiring Designer W anymore?"

"Cooperation depends on fate, and I feel that Ms. Lu and I get along very well."

"My design fee is not low," Lu Zhiwei stated upfront.

"Miss Lu, please name your price. Consider it a sincere attempt to make friends with you." Yuri extended her hand in a friendly manner.

Lu Zhiwei shook hands generously: "Okay, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

“Miss Lu should be able to tell that I like Brother Luo Xiu, but I seem to have noticed that you have no interest in him.”

"I don't like him."

“So we can be friends, and I can help you escape his clutches,” Yuri said to Lu Zhiwei very seriously.

Lu Zhiwei chuckled and said, "You're still too green, Miss Yuli. Are you looking for death if you try to fight him?"

“It doesn’t matter. As long as Miss Lu isn’t by his side, I have a sliver of a chance. Isn’t that right?” Yuri’s ambition was written all over her face.

Instead of scheming against Lu Zhiwei, it's better to openly express your ambitions.

"How do you plan to help me?" Yuri suddenly moved her chair closer to Lu Zhiwei's ear and whispered a few words in her ear.

Lu Zhiwei nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with You Li's suggestion.

Luo Xiu's Rolls-Royce quickly drove into the manor.

He opened the car door and quickly got out, only to see two women chatting and laughing happily in the yard.

There was absolutely no sign of tension or impending battle.

Luo Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and strode over to Lu Zhiwei's side. In front of You Li, he grasped Lu Zhiwei's wrist and said, "Your wound still hurts, doesn't it? Mine still hurts, and you probably don't either."

Yuri was completely ignored.

He awkwardly stood up from the chair next to him and greeted him, "Brother Luo Xiu."

"Who gave you permission to come?" Luo Xiu turned his face and glared at Yuri.