Luo Xiu smiled wryly: "Which person who is destined for great things can't keep their composure? As long as I think about how you chose to provoke me because you care about me, I feel at ease."

Lu Zhiwei's face was filled with speechlessness: "..."

While Lu Zhiwei went to the restroom to wash up, Luo Xiu went downstairs first.

Everyone in the villa knew that their young master had been cheated on.

This was the greatest humiliation of his life.

So no one dared to breathe loudly; everyone kept their heads down and worked silently, afraid that they might be shot dead by the young master if they weren't careful.

The bodyguards who were sent out to arrest the man rushed back.

Luo Xiu leaned back on the sofa, trying to calm his anger.

"Young Master, the person you asked us to capture disguised himself as one of our bodyguards, infiltrated the group, and took a speedboat out to sea. Our men were still chasing after him, but there were police waiting on the shore, so we had to call it a day."

"Useless! They're all fucking useless!"

Luo Xiu angrily kicked the coffee table.

The anger had not subsided and was burning even more fiercely.

"That person's disguise skills are too superb. One moment he looks like you, and the next he's disguised as one of the other bodyguards. We can't tell the difference at all," the bodyguard explained, kneeling down.

Luo Xiu sighed: "The person with the truly high level of facial makeup skills is the one upstairs."

Without Lu Zhiwei's help with the makeup, that person would not have been able to blend into his group of bodyguards and escape safely.

Right now, all he desperately wants to know is who that bastard is.

Could it be Shen Jinmo?

But Shen Jinmo wasn't in a wheelchair, a useless person who couldn't stand up, so how could he impersonate him and sneak in?

One thing after another came in quick succession, making Luo Xiu feel upset, anxious, and restless.

Breakfast is ready and served.

Lu Zhiwei came downstairs after washing up. Today she was wearing a white bow-tie shirt paired with a beige long trench coat, looking gentle and simple.

After arriving at the restaurant and taking her seat, Lu Zhiwei pretended to be nonchalant and picked up her cutlery to eat.

Luo Xiu cut the fried egg and placed it in front of her, gazing at her beautiful and radiant face.

This is the face that still makes his heart flutter no matter how many times he sees it.

"Is that man Shen Jingmo?" This was the only thing Luo Xiu cared about, and he was very bothered by it.

"He can't even stand up, how could he come here?" Lu Zhiwei took a small bite of a piece of toast.

Having confirmed the answer he wanted, Luo Xiu felt a little better and held the warm milk to her lips: "So you found a man to put on an act for me, right? There's nothing between you two? You're very particular about relationships, you would never mess around with a man."

Lu Zhiwei pushed away the milk he offered her. "I'm not an actress, I can't act. We really did it, you can ask Daisy if you don't believe me. She's been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time."

Luo Xiu's smile vanished in an instant, his cold and sharp gaze sweeping over Daisy standing behind him. "Is what she said really true?"

Daisy clenched her fingers tightly, bit her lower lip, and stammered.

She didn't dare tell the truth.

I'll die if I say it.

Lu Zhiwei said, "Don't scare her. She said you would kill her in a fit of rage."

Luo Xiu angrily threw the cutlery into the plate and stood up.

Lu Zhiwei suddenly reached out and touched the back of his hand.

This simple touch seemed to revive a dying soul.

He looked at Lu Zhiwei in disbelief: "You..."

"I just want to tell you that if I can accept other men, I can accept you too. As long as you are willing to be devoted to me, we can give it a try." Lu Zhiwei's eyes were bright as stars, full of sincerity.

Luo Xiu's smile returned, and he gripped Lu Zhiwei's hand tightly in return: "You mean what you say?"

"It depends on your performance."

Lu Zhiwei pulled her hand away from Luo Xiu's palm and stood up from the dining chair: "I'm full, I'm going to paint."

Painting is something Lu Zhiwei has to do every day.

Besides innate talent, good drawing skills also require diligent practice day after day.

The sun is shining brightly, and the spring breeze is warm.

Luo Xiu instructed the servants to prepare tea, fruit, and pastries in the courtyard.

She stood in front of the easel painting, while he sat in a wicker chair watching her paint.

The scene is warm and tranquil.

Luo Xiu has never relaxed or enjoyed such moments, and now that he has had the chance to experience it, he finds it quite enjoyable.

Daisy and the servants saw that Lothar's temper had calmed down, and they no longer needed to be punished.

Although he was still cursing Lu Zhiwei in his heart as a thousand-year-old vixen.

But they were also grateful that she was a vixen who could bewitch the young master, soothing his volatile temper and saving them from disaster.

Lu Zhiwei had only a little bit of color left to add to the painting. She stroked her chin, looking troubled. "Can you help me? I don't know which color to use."

"Here you are." Luo Xiu, like a little dog that would come at a wave, sidled up behind Lu Zhiwei.

He wrapped his arm around Lu Zhiwei's slender waist, then held her small hand, and guided the watercolor brush, which was dipped in red paint, to color the painting.

Lu Zhiwei did not struggle and let him hold her.

"Spring leaves should be green, why did you put red on them?" Lu Zhiwei asked him.

Luo Xiu smiled and whispered into her earphone, "Because I don't like green, it's that simple."

A vibrant spring scene of flowering trees was ruined by a strange splash of red.

Lu Zhiwei shook her head, wanting to revise it again.

Luo Xiu snatched the pen from her hand, tossed it aside, wrapped his arm around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her.

Lu Zhiwei turned her head and said, "Give me a wedding, and I will truly belong to you."

“This sense of ritual can be taken slowly, but I can’t wait any longer.” A barely suppressed desire lurked in Luo Xiu’s eyes.

He wanted to kiss her, desperately wanted to.

Lu Zhiwei placed her hands on his chest and whispered in his ear, "But I like a sense of ritual."

“Alright, you rarely make demands of me. Since this is what you want, I will certainly grant it.” Luo Xiu did not press any further.

He released Lu Zhiwei and then summoned everyone on the island to discuss the arrangements for the island wedding.

Luo Xiu was serious.

Only by securing this rear area can he recklessly accomplish his great undertaking.

While he's busy.

Lu Zhiwei slowly packed up her easel, moved it into the house, then took the phone hidden behind the easel and went upstairs to the bathroom in her bedroom.

This is the cell phone that Shen Jinmo left for her when he left.

She needs this phone to carry out her next plans.

The scene of Luo Xiu intimately embracing her was captured by the video recording function she had turned on beforehand.

Lu Zhiwei extracted the video clips and sent them out.

After finishing all that, Lu Zhiwei opened the cabinet under the sink, took out the face mask, and hid it in the mask box.

"What are you doing?" Luo Xiu's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Lu Zhiwei was startled. She immediately closed the cabinet door, took out a face mask, tore it open, and quickly applied it to her face.