As soon as Madam Cheng left, Shang Wu immediately went to Lu You's side and took her arm.
She lowered her voice, her tone full of disbelief and gossip.
"I saw it all from outside just now. What is Mrs. Cheng doing? Is she really willing to give up her own shares in the shop?"
Lu You smiled helplessly and casually stuffed the equity agreement into the drawer, as if it were just a few pieces of waste paper.
“Since Cheng Zhou and I left, she has probably calmed down and figured things out. Plus, the restaurant is really doing well. She may be afraid of really losing her son completely, so she is trying to make up for it.”
Cheng Zhou said with a hint of schadenfreude, "She treats me like royalty now, afraid that I might get upset one day and stop calling her 'Mom.' But Youyou is tough; she's impervious to reason. All her sweet talk hits the nail on the head."
Shang Wu laughed, "Sister You, she treated you like that back then, and now it's too late for her to regret it. Don't waver, living your own lives well is the most important thing."
Lu Youdian nodded, her eyes clear: "Yes, I am very satisfied now. I have things I like to do and I don't have to care about anyone's opinion. This kind of freedom is more precious than any shares or jewelry."
Looking at Lu You's relaxed expression, and recalling Madam Cheng's humble demeanor just now, Shang Wu felt a pang of emotion.
She picked up the flower tea that Lu You had poured for her, took a sip, and felt relieved to see that everything was alright.
Later that evening, Shang Wu came out of the restaurant with a smile on her lips.
She got into the driver's seat and fastened her seatbelt.
The afternoon sun streamed in through the windshield, making it feel warm and cozy.
Shang Wu inexplicably felt a chill down her spine, as if a gaze was following her like a shadow.
She glanced behind her car through the rearview mirror. The street was bustling with traffic and pedestrians hurrying by; nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Is it just my imagination?
Shang Wu shook her head, probably because she was a little tired from her recent trip.
She composed herself and drove towards the studio.
Back in the studio, a rich floral fragrance wafted towards me.
Ah Ying was holding a large bouquet of fresh white lilies, humming a song, preparing to put them in a vase on the front desk.
"Mr. Shang, you're back! Look how beautiful these lilies are! They were just delivered, don't they smell wonderful?"
Ah Ying held the bouquet up a little higher, as if presenting a treasure.
Upon smelling the delicate fragrance of the flowers, Shang Wu suddenly found it extremely pungent, and a strong sense of nausea surged up from her stomach.
Her face turned pale instantly, and she took several steps back, her brows furrowing tightly.
"Aying, quick, move the flowers further away!"
Shang Wu tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.
Aying was startled and quickly retreated to a corner with the flowers, asking anxiously, "Mr. Shang, what's wrong? You look so pale. Are you allergic to pollen? I remember you weren't allergic before..."
Shang Wu leaned against the wall and took several deep breaths before she could barely suppress the discomfort.
She also found it strange.
She did not have a history of pollen allergy, but the scent of these lilies was indeed making her dizzy and nauseous today.
"Maybe I've been too tired lately, and I can't stand strong fragrances."
Shang Wu waved her hand, not wanting A Ying to worry, "It's okay, I just need to rest for a bit. You go ahead and do your work. Put the flowers in a well-ventilated place."
Aying looked at her worriedly, but still did as she was told and walked away with the flowers.
Shang Wu returned to her office, thinking that getting away from the fragrance of flowers would help.
However, that inexplicable feeling of nausea would occasionally surge up, pressing against her stomach.
Having no other choice, Shang Wu poured herself a glass of warm water and drank it, then took one of her spare allergy medications.
But after half an hour, there was no significant improvement.
In the afternoon, Shang Wu's work efficiency dropped significantly, and the lines on the design drafts seemed to be shaking.
She forced herself to process a few emails, but felt a dull ache in her temples and general weakness.
Just before it was time to leave work, Lu Rang called right on time.
"Awu, are you off work yet? I ordered from your favorite restaurant, but it's a bit far. Shall we go there now?"
Normally, Shang Wu would definitely have readily agreed.
But at this moment, the mere mention of food caused images of the dishes to uncontrollably flash through her mind, and her stomach churned again.
"I...I'm not feeling well, and I don't have much of an appetite..."
Her voice was somewhat weak.
Lu Rang immediately sensed something was wrong, and his tone became tense.
"Are you feeling unwell? I'll come pick you up right away."
"No need..." Shang Wu wanted to refuse, but Lu Rang had already hung up the phone.
Less than twenty minutes later, Lu Rang appeared at the studio entrance.
He rushed in and took Shang Wu's hand.
Why is your face so pale?
Lu Rang frowned and reached out to touch her forehead.
"Your temperature is okay, what's wrong? Is it a headache or something else that hurts?"
Seeing his anxious expression, Shang Wu felt a warmth in her heart, but also felt that he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
She forced a smile: "I'm probably just a little tired, plus I might be allergic to pollen. The smell of lilies made me feel a bit nauseous, but it's nothing serious."
"nausea?"
Lu Rang immediately tensed up. "Besides nausea, are there any other symptoms? Come on, let's not go eat yet, I'll take you home to rest."
Without saying a word, he took Shang Wu downstairs, carefully opened the car door for her, and fastened her seatbelt.
As he drove, Lu Rang kept worrying about Shang Wu.
As we passed through a bustling commercial district, the smell of cooking oil from roadside barbecue stalls drifted in through the cracks in the car windows.
Now, Shang Wu couldn't hold back any longer; a strong feeling of nausea rushed to her throat.
"Stop the car! Stop the car now!" she urged.
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