The next day, the Lu family villa received a phone call from Cuizhu Garden.
It was Grandma Shen calling, asking her to come out and go shopping with her, and specifically telling her to dress nicely.
Lu Zhiwei changed into a light blue dress, paired with white flat shoes, revealing her long, slender, and straight legs. Her short hair was simply clipped with a hair clip, adding a touch of cuteness and allure to her beautiful face.
Grandma likes her dressed like this; she looks well-behaved and without any hostility.
After driving to the mall's parking lot and parking my car, I took the elevator to the third floor of the mall. From afar, I could see an elderly lady wearing a navy blue cheongsam sitting in a coffee shop, chatting with someone across from her.
Lu Zhiwei stepped forward quickly, only to be caught off guard by a pair of deep, melancholy eyes.
It turned out that the old lady had invited more than just her to go shopping.
Lu Zhiwei almost stopped in her tracks, sparks flying, before she finally stopped two meters away from the coffee shop, turned around, and walked away.
With Shen Jinmo around, you can't stroll around this street at all.
"Weiwei, why are you running?" The old lady called out to her from behind, pulling Shen Jingmo along as they walked towards her.
The elderly lady, with her temples slightly gray, possessed the aristocratic air unique to young ladies of the last century, her graceful steps exuding elegance.
It was rare for Shen Jinmo to wear a suit; instead, he wore a white tracksuit with his hair falling across his forehead, making his sharp eyebrows seem softer.
His deep eyes lingered intentionally or unintentionally beneath her skirt, as if he were looking at something, his gaze burning with desire.
Lu Zhiwei turned around and took the old lady's other hand: "Grandma, I didn't run away. I suddenly remembered that I left my phone in the car, and I won't have money to pay for the things I buy later. I have to go to the parking lot to get it."
"Grandma brought you a mobile ATM." Old Mrs. Shen glanced at Shen Jingmo, signaling him not to blink when he paid later.
“No need, I can’t spend his money now,” Lu Zhiwei said deliberately.
"I heard you've taken a fancy to a young, handsome man and fallen for someone else, abandoning my Mo'er?" The old lady smiled kindly and gracefully, but her words were extremely threatening.
Lu Zhiwei turned and glared at Shen Jingmo, her pale face contorted with anger. "Did you spread rumors in front of Grandma?"
Shen Jinmo, with one hand in his pocket, his handsome, sculpted face expressionless, said, "I'm not that bored."
The old lady patted Lu Zhiwei on the shoulder: "Grandma is not blaming you. Grandma was young once too, and she also likes fair-skinned young men. My Mo'er is indeed a bit too old for you. If you're not old enough, we'll make up for it with matching outfits. Look how young I dressed him up today."
The handsome man standing beside him felt as if several invisible knives had been plunged into his heart: "..."
No wonder the old lady specifically told him not to wear a suit early this morning.
Lu Zhiwei pursed her lips, trying her best to suppress her laughter. The old lady had helped her get revenge for the anger she had suffered from Shen Jinmo.
Throughout her years of marriage to Shen Jinmo, the only place she frequented was the Green Bamboo Garden.
Firstly, because the old lady was an open-minded and easy-going person; secondly, because the old lady knew who the person she was looking for was.
The three people went into a cheongsam shop.
"I'm going to choose a cheongsam. You all wait for me here." The old lady was a cheongsam enthusiast, and with her good figure, the cheongsam made of excellent material looked especially elegant on her.
Shen Jinmo and Lu Zhiwei sat down on the sofa in the store at the same time.
One person sat on one side, separated by a "galaxy".
"Why aren't you wearing the dress I gave you as compensation?" Shen Jinmo looked up at her.
"That dress? Cut it up," Lu Zhiwei said calmly.
Upon hearing that the clip had been cut, Shen Jinmo's brow furrowed, and his face quickly darkened: "Lu Zhiwei, you really don't deserve my kindness."
The cold words stung her.
A dense, pricking sensation spread from the depths of my heart.
She didn't even say who cut the skirt, yet he presumptuously made his own conclusion.
"Xia Wanying dirtied my dress, why should I accept your compensation?" Lu Zhiwei bit her lip, deliberately provoking him.
Today's shopping trip was specially arranged by the old lady, and her intention was quite obvious.
But there's no going back for her and Shen Jinmo.
He doesn't love her; a forced marriage is always a bitter one.
Shen Jinmo lowered his eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and said nothing more.
The old lady came out wearing a light pink cheongsam. Lu Zhiwei immediately went up to her and helped her straighten her collar: "Grandma, you look so beautiful, like an eighteen-year-old unmarried girl."
Grandma Shen poked her forehead with her hand: "You've gone too far. You should pick one too, from the same series as Grandma. Anyway, someone will pay for it."
“No need, Grandma, I have plenty of clothes to wear now, I don’t need anyone’s charity.” Lu Zhiwei glanced at the man sitting upright on the sofa, her words dripping with sarcasm.
The old lady sensed the impending conflict in the air and whispered in Lu Zhiwei's ear, "I've heard about Xia Wanying's matter. It's inconvenient for you to handle, but it's convenient for Grandma. I'll send someone to take care of it for her in the middle of the night."
"Cough cough..." Lu Zhiwei clutched her chest, coughing violently and choking on her own phlegm. "What do you plan to do?"
"Send someone to put a burlap sack over her head and throw her into the sea. What do you think of that method?"
“It’s quite a punishment.” Lu Zhiwei’s lips twitched.
Grandma truly lived up to her reputation as the daughter of a powerful underworld family; her methods were ruthless and brutal, and even she had to show her some respect.
"Mo'er, do you know Weiwei's measurements?" The old lady called over Shen Jinmo, who was sitting there as if he were cultivating immortality in seclusion.
Shen Jinmo stood tall and slender behind Lu Zhiwei, his gaze scanning her chest, waist, and hips... He could clearly smell the faint orange blossom perfume on Lu Zhiwei, which stirred his desire.
Lu Zhiwei felt as if she had been taken advantage of with a glance from afar, and hid behind the old lady: "No need, I really don't need to buy clothes, Grandma."
"Mo'er, give the shopkeeper the measurements and choose a set based on this material to pay for," the old lady commanded Shen Jinmo forcefully.
He pulled Lu Zhiwei out first.
The old lady took Lu Zhiwei to the arcade. Although she was old, she was young at heart.
Watching the old lady jumping around on the dance machine, Lu Zhiwei sat on the massage chair, propping her chin up, feeling like she was the old lady herself.
"Weiwei, come quickly!" the old lady invited warmly.
Lu Zhiwei shook her head and refused, saying she couldn't jump at all.
When Shen Jinmo returned, he was carrying two shopping bags. He handed one to her, saying, "This time, it's my compensation to you. Are you satisfied?"
Lu Zhiwei stared intently at his outstretched hand.
His hands were long and beautiful, with distinct knuckles. The luxurious watch on his pale wrist seemed to absorb his inherent nobility.
"Shen Jinmo, not all misunderstandings deserve forgiveness. I'm not so easily dismissed." Lu Zhiwei coldly turned her face away, never taking the shopping bag.
If she accepted the offer, it would mean that she would have to unconditionally endure his misunderstandings and complaints from now on.
Shen Jinmo, his face cold, precisely tossed the shopping bag into the nearest trash can, his thin lips curving into a chilling smile: "That's right, how could you possibly be after something as simple as just a dress? What did you expect to get from accompanying the old lady shopping today?"
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