"Don't try to use those old tricks on me. She's very afraid of losing her life." Shen Jinmo was unmoved by the butler's attempts to stop her.
He knew Jiang Jingyu's personality all too well; even the slightest injury or illness was enough to alarm her family doctor, who would give her a full-body check-up again and again. Physical examinations, maintenance, and beauty treatments were her daily necessities.
I'm terrified I won't live to be a hundred.
"But this time it's for real. When Madam heard that Miss Lu was pregnant with your child, she went to the hospital herself to have an abortion. Upon hearing this news, she was devastated and tumbled down the stairs. She fell and became disoriented, unable to swallow..."
After hearing what the butler said, Shen Jinmo began to believe him.
Jiang Jingyu was born proud and aloof. She kept saying that she hated Lu Zhiwei, and even more so that Shen Jinmo's child was born from Lu Zhiwei's womb.
But she also knew that over the years, only Lu Zhiwei had been touched by him, and only Lu Zhiwei had given birth to his child.
Compared to her dislike for Lu Zhiwei, the Shen family's offspring were more important to her.
She would be devastated, and it wouldn't be surprising if she fell down the stairs.
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Jinmo followed the butler into the private car sent by the Shen family.
On the way back to the old house, Shen Jingmo sent Qi Mingli a WeChat message: "I have something to take care of and need to go back to the Shen family's old house. I won't be able to come to today's dinner."
Qi Mingli replied almost instantly: [It's nothing, it doesn't matter whether you're here or not.]
Shen Jinmo: "..."
Finally, he gave Qi Mingli an extra piece of advice.
Don't offer her too much alcohol. Take good care of her for me; she hasn't fully recovered yet.
When Qi Mingli received this WeChat message, he had already met up with Lu Zhiwei.
He deliberately opened the WeChat chat window and showed it to Lu Zhiwei: "Look, Shen Jinmo still knows how to care about people."
Lu Zhiwei glanced at it, then smiled and said, "I think you're absolutely right."
Upon hearing this, Qi Mingli's mood brightened: "So, does that mean my brother might still have a chance with you?"
Lu Zhiwei rolled her eyes: "I was referring to your first reply to him. Whether he's there or not is irrelevant, that's so true."
Qi Mingli: "..."
The car that picked up Shen Jinmo arrived at the Shen family's old residence.
The maid who was responsible for cleaning the front yard saw the car return and immediately put down what she was holding and rushed to the master bedroom on the first floor to inform Jiang Jingyu, who was in bed.
Shen Jinmo strode into the hall and headed straight for Jiang Jingyu's room.
The door opened, and Jiang Jingyu was seen leaning against the headboard with a thick bandage wrapped around her head. When she saw Shen Jingmo return, a smile appeared on her pale face: "Mo'er, sit down."
Shen Jinmo carefully observed Jiang Jingyu's condition. She always wore exquisite makeup, and he had never seen her with such a sickly expression before.
It seems he really is sick.
"Mom, does your head still hurt? We've done all the necessary tests, what are the results? Can you show them to me?" Shen Jinmo pulled out a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Jiang Jingyu shook her head: "It's okay, I won't die. It's just that the moment I fell, I thought I was going to report to the King of Hell. I thought I should have the butler call you back immediately so I could see my precious son at the last moment."
Jiang Jingyu reached out to touch Shen Jinmo's face.
Shen Jinmo avoided it.
He wasn't used to this kind of scene of maternal love and filial piety.
Having grown up in loneliness and indifference, Jiang Jingyu loved her son, but was ultimately selfish and mostly ignored him.
Such a scene is indeed awkward and out of place.
"Mo'er, Mom just wants to see you properly." Jiang Jingyu's weak voice carried a hint of pleading.
Shen Jinmo turned his face and asked, "Is there anything you want to eat? The housekeeper said you haven't eaten all day, so I'll tell the kitchen to make something."
"Okay, then why don't you have something to eat with Mom? You haven't been coming back to the old house for meals much lately."
Jiang Jingyu's request wasn't unreasonable, so how could Shen Jinmo refuse?
He instructed the kitchen to prepare lunch, while he chatted with her in the room for a while.
What puzzled Shen Jinmo was that she didn't mention the child that Lu Zhiwei had aborted at all, remaining calm as if she hadn't suffered any setback.
When lunch was served, Shen Jinmo personally helped Jiang Jingyu out of her room to eat.
The mother and son sat facing each other, and Jiang Jingyu kept putting food on his plate with chopsticks, saying, "Eat more, son."
"Mom, you should eat more." Shen Jinmo also put some on her plate.
Jiang Jingyu hesitated to pick up her chopsticks, just staring blankly at him: "You eat quickly, watching you eat might help me regain my appetite."
Shen Jinmo held his chopsticks and lowered his head to eat.
He ate slowly and deliberately.
Every move he made exuded the refinement and elegance cultivated by high society.
Jiang Jingyu watched him eat a bowl of rice and all the dishes on the table, and her mood improved even more.
"Alright, go upstairs and take a nap. I'll eat by myself."
After saying that, Jiang Jingyu picked up her chopsticks.
Seeing that she had started eating properly, Shen Jinmo noticed that her phone kept vibrating in her pocket, probably indicating that she had company matters to attend to.
He then stood up and said, "I'll go to my study to take care of some things. I have to go back to the company this afternoon."
"Okay, go ahead."
Jiang Jingyu watched Shen Jinmo's retreating figure as he walked straight upstairs to the study in his cotton slippers, and slowly put down her chopsticks.
This lunch.
She didn't eat a single bite.
Shen Jinmo held a video conference in his study to handle some urgent matters.
His double eyelids became increasingly heavy. He had suffered from insomnia for many years, which had recently worsened. But today, strangely enough, he finally felt sleepy.
Exhausted, Shen Jinmo collapsed onto the bed in the study, not even bothering to cover himself with a blanket, and fell asleep immediately.
Once he was completely asleep, Jiang Jingyu led several bodyguards upstairs to the second floor, opened the study door, and made sure that Shen Jinmo was sound asleep.
Jiang Jingyu gave the order: "Take him to the car."
"Yes, madam."
Jiang Jingyu removed the gauze from her head and put on a pair of sunglasses.
He personally followed her into a black van.
Shen Jinmo lay flat on the chair, fast asleep.
He was taken to a private hospital, but he never woke up.
A group of doctors and nurses from the private hospital worked together to lift Shen Jinmo onto the hospital bed and send her to the operating room.
"I'm warning you, you must succeed, and my son cannot be harmed in the slightest. Otherwise, I'll make you regret it," Jiang Jingyu warned the doctor in charge sternly.
"Don't worry, madam, we are the most authoritative doctors in this field."
It was clear that Shen Jinmo was about to be taken into the operating room.
Jiang Jingyu suddenly felt a sense of lingering fear.
She knew her son's ruthless methods and cold-blooded nature.
If this matter comes to light, she may lose her son forever.
But for the sake of her son and the entire Shen family, she had to do it.
"Will this surgery have any impact on his future?" Jiang Jingyu couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry, apart from feeling unwell for a few days, it won't have any impact."
After hearing what the doctor said, Jiang Jingyu finally felt relieved and watched them push the person into the operating room.
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