When Lu Zhiwei saw the thugs arrive, she put down her phone and gestured for An Yang to go out first.

An Yang obediently left the office.

She didn't sit idle either; she went straight to the security department and dispatched two bodyguards to protect Sister Wei.

Judging from Mr. Shen's expression, he probably doesn't have good intentions.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Shen Jinmo frowned and walked to her desk, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

"Do you think I'm free? To be on call for you 24/7?" Lu Zhiwei said angrily.

Shen Jinmo didn't want to argue with her; he had more important things to do and needed to take her away now.

“Come with me to the sanatorium. Yingying is agitated again.”

It is said that after being slapped by Jiang Jingyu, she hid in her room and cried for a long time. Later, she lost control of her emotions, smashing things and even self-harming...

After he put Jiang Jingyu in the car to return to the old house, he rushed back to the sanatorium as soon as possible.

Even with the combined efforts of him, the doctors, and nurses, they couldn't control Xia Wanying's emotions, which is why he was so eager to approach Lu Zhiwei.

"Didn't I tell you last time that I'll be doing all the psychological therapy for her after I get off work? Psychological therapy can't be rushed; it's a long process in itself." Lu Zhiwei lowered her eyes and calmly processed the company's project documents.

Shen Jinmo was still furious at Lu Zhiwei's disdainful attitude.

He snatched the documents from Lu Zhiwei's hand: "I can't wait for you to get off work. You have to come with me now."

He walked around the desk, grabbed Lu Zhiwei's wrist, and forcibly pulled her up from her chair: "The Lu Group won't collapse without you. Since you keep refusing, I can assume you're driven by evil thoughts and wish Xia Wanying would kill herself today."

The temperature in the office suddenly dropped because of Shen Jinmo's words.

Lu Zhiwei forcefully shook off Shen Jingmo's hand, her small face covered with a terrifying frost.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong? You can do charity, feed stray cats, and even smile and laugh at ugly people on the street, but you are heartless and cruel to Xia Wanying."

Shen Jinmo's face turned ashen.

There was an indescribable feeling of anger in my chest.

Ever since he saw her ignoring him this morning, accompanying that incredibly ugly man with the birthmark in and out of the sanatorium, and then seeing her repeatedly ignore his calls, he's been hampered by her behavior.

Her indifference and differential treatment left him feeling resentful.

"In your heart, I've always been this kind of petty person, haven't I?" Lu Zhiwei raised her lips and smiled casually.

“The Lu family’s offspring are all born with scoundrels in their genes.” Shen Jinmo’s expression was stern, his gaze icy.

He recalled the moment his father fell from the high-rise building, the blood was shocking, and brains were spilled on the ground.

Snap—

A loud and crisp slap landed on Shen Jinmo's face.

Outside the CEO's office, An Yang, accompanied by two bodyguards, stood ready to rush in at any moment.

Hearing the sound of that slap.

An Yang stood frozen at the door.

It seems that bringing those two bodyguards was completely unnecessary for her.

This Mr. Shen can be dealt with by Sister Wei herself.

His handsome face, which had been slapped, was now completely red.

Shen Jinmo's gloomy eyes were filled with terrifying anger, as if he wanted to strangle Lu Zhiwei on the spot.

This was the first time in his life he had ever been slapped.

Lu Zhiwei prided herself on her strong inner strength. Even when her husband didn't choose her when she fell from the building, she wasn't so angry that she wanted to punch the man in front of her.

His disdain and contempt today are truly hurtful.

He had never seen a single good thing about her.

"Lu Zhiwei, you don't need to treat Yingying anymore." Shen Jingmo said this and slammed the door shut as she left.

Step out of the office.

It seemed like all the employees on the floor were watching him.

This arrogant young master of the Shen family stormed into the Lu Group in high spirits, only to receive a slap in the face.

Shen Shuyuan stood at the elevator entrance, her gaze fixed intently on Shen Jinmo's half-face that had been slapped red, her hands hanging at her sides clenching slightly.

Shen Jinmo pressed the button to open the elevator door with a sullen face.

Shen Shuyuan followed him inside, handed a wet wipe to Shen Jinmo, and looked at his flushed face with concern, asking, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Shen Jinmo stood expressionless in the elevator, took the wet wipes she handed him and wiped the shame from his face, without saying a word.

The elevator doors opened.

Shen Jinmo strode out of the elevator, leaving Shen Shuyuan with only a cold and arrogant back view.

Shen Shuyuan gazed intently at his retreating figure, her watery eyes filled with a melancholy aura.

Shen Jinmo drove back to the sanatorium, and wore a mask to cover the handprint on his face.

The weather is lovely.

The old lady was used to working and couldn't stay idle. Without bothering a caregiver, she carried the bedding to the rooftop to air it out by herself.

Shen Jinmo passed by the old lady.

A notebook wrapped in the blanket fell to the ground.

He bent down, picked it up, and prepared to return it to the old lady.

But the old lady had already entered the elevator and gone straight to the top floor.

Shen Jinmo casually flipped open the notebook, wanting to confirm whether it belonged to the old lady or that woman Lu Zhiwei.

Upon opening it, the neat and familiar handwriting immediately caught my eye.

[Xia Wanying's Treatment Plan: 1. Let her vent her pent-up anger. 2. Let her draw freely, observe her color preferences to understand her psychological state. 3. Encourage her to learn to draw, and help her find joy in her favorite artwork. 4. Take her to connect with nature...]

There were at least a dozen items listed afterward.

These were probably drafted by Lu Zhiwei with a pen during the nights she slept at her grandmother's house.

Shen Jinmo felt a tightness in his chest, as if countless needles were pricking his heart, which was more uncomfortable than the burning sensation on his face.

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