"Mr. Lu, I don't understand what you're talking about. If you don't want to, then forget it. My brother's biggest misfortune in life was marrying you." Unable to bear being scolded, Shen Shuyuan wanted to escape because she felt guilty.
Lu Zhiwei stood up and walked to Shen Shuyuan's side, blocking her way: "We both know the truth, so why continue to act? You can deny everything you've done. If you want me to see Shen Jingmo, fine, kneel down and beg me, so I can see just how much you love him."
"Lu Zhiwei! Don't push your luck." Shen Shuyuan clenched her fists, her gentle face breaking down.
"I'll accept this kneeling for my grandma and brother first. You kneel, and I'll go."
"Ha, dream on." Shen Shuyuan gave her a cold look, slammed the door shut, and left.
Lu Zhiwei glanced at her retreating figure, now that she was angry.
I picked up my phone, opened a number in my contacts, and dialed it.
The call was quickly connected, and Lu Zhiwei said only one sentence: "Keep a close eye on Shen Shuyuan's whereabouts. We can close the net in the next few days."
At the hospital, Shen Jinmo's condition deteriorated again, and the doctor issued a critical condition notice.
As Shen Jinmo lay dying in his hospital bed, he kept calling out Lu Zhiwei's name.
Shen Shuyuan, who was in the ward, felt as if her heart was being torn apart.
Then, she quietly left the ward.
A few hours later.
Lu Zhiwei appeared at the door of the ward.
When Grandma Shen saw Lu Zhiwei, she was so excited that she couldn't speak. She held Lu Zhiwei's hand and said, "Thank you, Weiwei, thank you for still being willing to come and see my Mo'er."
Lu Zhiwei didn't speak, but simply hummed in agreement before walking into the ward.
She walked to the bedside and sat down, tightly gripping Shen Jinmo's wrists with both hands.
Shen Jinmo slightly opened his eyes, and the familiar figure that came into view made him smile: "You finally decided to come."
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