Shen Jinmo sat back on the sofa, holding a magazine in his hand.

The crystal chandelier overhead reflected on his fair and sculpted features, making him look like a dazzling painting.

"No, these bodyguards are not my men."

Shen Jiarui slumped down on the sofa. "Whose is that?"

"Lu Zhiwei sent her to me." Although Shen Jinmo's gaze was fixed on the magazine, his eyes flickered involuntarily when he mentioned Lu Zhiwei, as if he was happy.

"She's so worried about you getting into trouble? Brother, did you win her back? She seems to care about you a lot." Shen Jiarui was genuinely happy for his older brother.

Shen Jinmo's face instantly fell: "She doesn't care about me, she cares about my life, she doesn't want me to die."

"Isn't this because he cares about you? What's the difference?" Shen Jiarui shrugged, not understanding why Shen Jinmo was still not satisfied.

"My life is tied to An'an's life. How can I die before An'an?" Shen Jingmo lowered his eyes, a faint sense of loss shrouding him.

"Oh, I see. You really have to protect yourself and not die, otherwise she'll grind your body to dust. She's really capable of doing that," Shen Jiarui kindly reminded Shen Jinmo.

"Why are you here instead of managing the company in China?" Shen Jinmo changed the subject.

"I came to find Wuyan. She wants to break up with me, so I can't concentrate on work. But I can't find her anywhere. It seems that only Lu Zhiwei knows where she is. I have to go find her."

Shen Jiarui didn't want to linger and got up from the sofa: "By the way, brother, do you know her address? Give me a car key."

Shen Jinmo leaned back lazily on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his gaze coldly sweeping over Shen Jiarui: "It's so late, is it appropriate for a grown man like you to come to the home of a single woman with a child?"

"No way, bro, you're jealous of this too?" Shen Jiarui exclaimed in disbelief.

“I’ll go for you. You must be tired from flying all the way from Yunzhou, so go wash up and get some rest.” Shen Jinmo closed the magazine, got up from the sofa, grabbed a set of keys, and went upstairs.

Shen Jiarui stood there stunned, watching his back as he briskly went upstairs.

It was inappropriate for him to go to the home of a single woman with a child so late at night.

Is he more suitable?

Ten minutes later, Shen Jinmo came downstairs wearing a loose silver-gray sweater and black casual pants, and he had specially sprayed on a pleasant sandalwood scent.

As he walked past Shen Jiarui, he felt as if he saw a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"You're over thirty, can't you be a little more composed?" Shen Jiarui complained to Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo ignored him and went straight to the garage to get her car.

The lights were on in Lu Zhiwei's villa as well.

She held up a storybook and told Lu Anyu a bedtime story.

But Lu Anyu had no interest in these stories.

"Mommy, I want to hear your story with Daddy. What kind of person was he before?" Lu Anyu blinked his big, dark eyes, showing no signs of sleepiness.

Lu Zhiwei didn't like to instill those terrible past experiences into Lu Anyu's mind.

It tells some exciting stories about Shen Jinmo's success in the business world.

"I want to hear stories about Daddy and Mommy. Are there any sweet stories?"

"No," Lu Zhiwei blurted out, then thought back carefully.

There were truly no pleasant memories between her and Shen Jinmo worth recounting.

"From now on, An'an will help you create wonderful memories and make every day of your lives happy," Lu An'yu said firmly to Lu Zhiwei, hugging the blanket.

Lu Zhiwei reached out and pinched Lu Anyu's increasingly thin face: "Mommy doesn't need those things, Mommy just needs you to be safe and healthy."

The sound of a car engine came from the yard.

Not long after, Mike came upstairs and knocked on the door: "Miss Lu, Mr. Shen has come to visit and says he has something to discuss with you."

Upon hearing that Shen Jinmo had arrived, Lu Anyu threw off the covers, got out of bed, and rushed downstairs in his cotton shoes.

Lu Zhiwei kept telling him to slow down, chasing him all the way from upstairs to downstairs.

Standing in the living room, Shen Jingmo picked up Lu Anyu, who ran into his arms, and lifted him high in the air: "An'an, are you still not asleep?"

"Daddy, I want to sleep with you and Mommy tonight. I still want to hear you tell those boring bedtime stories. They're so soothing." Lu Anyu said, hugging Shen Jingmo's neck.

"Uh..." Shen Jinmo smiled awkwardly, wondering what kind of taste this brat had that made him like this.

"What do you want?" Lu Zhiwei asked him directly.

Shen Jingmo put his arm around Lu Anyu and came to Lu Zhiwei: "Luo Wuyan suddenly broke up with Shen Jiarui. He chased her to the United States, but he couldn't get in touch with her. Can you help him contact her?"

"It's their relationship, and it's not our place to interfere," Lu Zhiwei said objectively.

“I know, but he hasn’t been able to find her and is worried that something has happened to her.”

Lu Zhiwei picked up her phone, found Luo Wuyan's number, and dialed it.

My phone says it's turned off.

Indeed, her efforts in rescuing An Anluo were undoubtedly incurring the displeasure of Luo Xiu and Old Master Luo, and she will likely face considerable pressure.

Lu Zhiwei immediately used her phone to access the dark web, which allowed her to quickly find the locations of all members of the Artists Alliance.

This system can connect alliance members all over the world.

This made it easier for her to gather members.

I opened the location search and entered Luo Wuyan's name.

A red dot is flashing on the map.

The location indicates she was on the top floor of the Lowe's Tower.

The Rockefeller Center is the tallest building in the area, with 108 floors.

"How could she have gone there?" Upon seeing the location, Lu Zhiwei's face drained of color, and her palms broke out in a cold sweat.

"Could it be that the Luo family forced her to do something, and she couldn't think straight?" Shen Jinmo asked, frowning.

"No, she values ​​her life the most; she wouldn't do something like this. I have to go check on her."

Lu Zhiwei picked up her coat from the sofa.

Shen Jinmo, carrying Lu Anyu, followed her: "Shall I go with you?"

“No need, that’s Luo family territory. I don’t want anything to happen to you two again. You take good care of An’an at home for me.” Lu Zhiwei gave Shen Jingmo a deep look.

Shen Jinmo understood what she meant, "Okay, go and come back quickly."

"Mommy, be careful," Lu Anyu reminded her.

"I will bring several bodyguards."

After giving her instructions, Lu Zhiwei left the villa with her bodyguards.

Unlike usual, the lights in the entire building were still on today, making it as bright as day.

The heavily guarded building had deactivated all its security systems, seemingly in preparation for Lu Zhiwei's arrival.

I pressed the elevator button and went straight to the 108th floor.

Wearing a hospital gown, Luo Xiu sat in a chair, leaning back lazily, his phoenix eyes gleaming mischievously as he gazed at the rooftop entrance.

His pale, handsome face appeared even paler against the backdrop of the night.

Hearing hurried footsteps, he immediately sat up straight.

I saw that beautiful and radiant figure.

A hint of joy welled up in his eyes.