The old lady was supervising the construction in the yard. She had her own ideas, and she would point out and adjust anything she was not satisfied with.
Shen Jinmo stared blankly at the gold-embossed invitation in his hand.
"Grandma, why weren't you born two days earlier?" The thought of having to wait two more days to see Lu Zhiwei at the birthday banquet made Shen Jinmo feel terrible.
The old lady glanced at Shen Jingmo impatiently: "If you were born two days earlier, would you be so sure your invitation would be sent out?"
Speaking of the invitation, Shen Jingmo had prepared it himself a week ago, and it was already worn raw from rubbing it in his hands, but he hadn't sent it to Lu Zhiwei yet.
He knew his own limitations; there was a high probability that what he sent would be returned.
The old lady had to handle this herself.
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After Lu Zhiwei finished her meeting at the company, An Yang told her that there was an extraordinary old lady in the office who insisted on seeing her.
The old lady's identity was clearly extraordinary, and given her advanced age, neither the bodyguards nor the receptionist dared to stop her.
Upon entering the office, I saw an elderly woman in a navy blue cheongsam sitting in the sofa area, holding a cup of coffee and wearing a pearl necklace. Her face, etched with the marks of time, remained exquisite, and her every gesture exuded elegance.
This person was none other than the matriarch of the Shen family.
"Grandma, what brings you here?" Lu Zhiwei walked straight towards the old lady.
The old lady hadn't seen her for a long time, and seeing that she looked rosy-cheeked, it seemed like something about her was different from before.
Compared to her previous dazzling appearance, she now possessed an indescribable gentle charm.
This had never happened before when she was with Shen Jinmo.
Seeing how well she and her grandson were doing after their divorce, the old lady suddenly felt reluctant to try and reunite them.
"Weiwei, Grandma needs to talk to you about something." When the old lady saw Lu Zhiwei, she held her little hands tightly and led her to sit down to the side.
"Please speak."
"I'd like you to paint a picture for me. I've heard you're an incredibly talented painter." The old lady gazed at Lu Zhiwei with a kind expression.
"What should we draw?" Lu Zhiwei asked.
The old lady treated her well in the Shen family, and she would naturally try her best to fulfill her wishes.
"Memorial portrait".
"?" Lu Zhiwei's pupils dilated in shock.
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