Lu Zhiwei chuckled, not wanting to answer him, and even less wanting to stay with him any longer, not even for a second longer.
The air around him was oppressed by his icy demeanor, and coupled with his merciless humiliation, it was so suffocating that it was hard to breathe.
She doesn't need to seek out abuse.
The old lady saw that the two looked like they were about to start fighting again.
Although the couple didn't have a deep relationship before, they treated each other with respect and appeared harmonious to outsiders. Now, however, they seem like two powder kegs, ready to explode at any moment.
"Why don't you two come back to Cuizhu Garden with me tonight?" the old lady said, using her ultimate tactic.
"I'm not going."
"I'm not going."
The two said in unison, "It's rare to see such perfect understanding."
The old lady was amused by the two's tacit actions. She pulled Shen Jinmo over and leaned close to him, intending to break him down one by one: "If you won't go, then I'll have someone put Xia Wanying in a sack and throw her into the sea. Then I'll commit suicide. I'm an old man, I can afford to die, but I don't know if that Miss Xia can afford to die?"
"Grandma!!!" Shen Jinmo's veins bulged with anger.
He hates being threatened the most. He always keeps his word, and in Yunzhou, no one can threaten him casually.
"Grandma is afraid of the dark and ghosts. She can only fall asleep when there are more people in the house. You're almost thirty years old. Can't you do something to be filial to Grandma?" When being forceful didn't work, the old lady tried being gentle.
Unable to resist the old lady's persistent pleading, Shen Jinmo glanced down at Lu Zhiwei and reluctantly agreed.
Now it was Lu Zhiwei's turn. Lu Zhiwei had already lifted her foot, intending to slip away.
Shen Jinmo hooked her collar with his long, slender fingers and pulled her back.
Being threatened shouldn't be something that only happens to him; someone else should share in it.
The old lady grasped Lu Zhiwei's wrist and whispered sweetly in Lu Zhiwei's ear: "Come back to Cuizhu Garden with me for one night, and I will tell you who put a box of paintbrushes in your bowl when you were begging abroad as a child?"
It was a dark and windy night, with a biting cold.
She knelt on the cold floor, begging kind passersby for money to treat her mother's illness. She was only ten years old at the time and had no way of supporting herself and her mother.
When she was exhausted and about to faint.
Suddenly, a box of paintbrushes appeared in her bowl, colorful and dazzling, like a ray of light piercing through the fog of the night, giving her the courage to live on. That same year, she began to teach herself to paint.
When she looked up, she saw an old lady in a cheongsam sitting in a black car, smiling at her.
She will always remember the old lady's kind smile, which radiated a holy light.
When she married into the Lu family, she saw the old lady for the first time at a family banquet. She then pressed her to inquire about the incident from back then, but the old lady kept giving vague answers and delayed for three years without telling her the truth.
Lu Zhiwei was perfectly manipulated and agreed to move into Cuizhu Garden.
The old lady was overjoyed when she saw the two of them agree.
Between husband and wife, there is nothing that a good night's sleep can't solve; if one night's sleep doesn't work, then two nights' sleep will do.
night.
Lu Zhiwei and Shen Jinmo accompanied the old lady for a whole day of sightseeing, and returned to Cuizhu Garden after having dinner outside.
The old house, nestled in the bamboo forest, exudes the elegant style of a Jiangnan garden.
After getting out of the Rolls-Royce, Lu Zhiwei helped the old lady into the house.
Shen Shuyuan, who was waiting at the door, took the old lady from Lu Zhiwei's hands: "Sister-in-law, brother, leave Grandma to me. You two go and rest."
"Thank you for your hard work, Shuyuan." Lu Zhiwei smiled as she handed the old lady over to the well-mannered Shen Shuyuan.
She is a gentle beauty from the Jiangnan region, possessing the refined elegance cultivated by a wealthy family.
Shen Shuyuan is the adopted daughter of the Shen family. A few years ago, she lived with her mother and Shen Jinmo. But after Lu Zhiwei married Shen Jinmo, the old lady suddenly brought her to the old house to serve her.
Before the old lady returned to the house, she suddenly turned around and locked her gaze on Shen Jinmo and Lu Zhiwei, as if she wanted to lock them in tightly.
"Hold hands!" the old lady commanded them.
Lu Zhiwei hid her hands behind her back.
Shen Jinmo then put his hands into his pockets.
It's as if if two hands touch, they can ignite a fuse and cause the world to explode.
The old lady couldn't bear to watch any longer. She came over, grabbed Lu Zhiwei's hand, and placed it in Shen Jinmo's large palm: "Hold on tight and go back to your room to sleep. I'll be doing a surprise check tonight. If I find out you two haven't been cultivating your relationship properly, I'll hang myself from the roof beam tonight and go to the underworld to join your grandfather."
Shen Jinmo stood there without saying a word, exuding a chilling aura of menace. His palms gradually tightened as he grasped Lu Zhiwei's small hand and led her to the bedroom.
Her small hands were so soft, so gentle in my palm, that Shen Jinmo was reluctant to let go for a moment.
Inside the rustic bedroom, there was a mahogany bed, with newly changed sheets and duvet covers that smelled of sunshine.
As soon as she entered the house, Lu Zhiwei deftly shook off Shen Jinmo's hand and opened the wardrobe, rummaging through drawers and cabinets to find things.
Shen Jinmo looked at her coldly, sat down on the wooden chair, and leisurely brewed a cup of tea: "What are you looking for?"
"Blankets, we each need one." Lu Zhiwei searched for a long time but couldn't find any.
"Do you think the old lady would leave you extra blankets?" Shen Jinmo sneered.
“Then what can I do? I can never share a bed with you again,” Lu Zhiwei said.
Shen Jinmo smiled disdainfully, his dark eyes casually looking at her, a playful smile curving his thin lips: "Two choices, either we meditate together on this bed until dawn, or you sleep on the floor."
There were only two mahogany chairs in the room; there wasn't even a sofa.
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