Come to the sanatorium immediately.
Lu Zhiwei stared at the few concise words on the page and guessed his intention.
【I'm at work. Xia Wanying's therapy session will be after work.】Lu Zhiwei replied to him with a message.
As soon as the message was sent, Shen Jinmo made a voice call.
Lu Zhiwei answered the phone impatiently. Shen Jingmo's cold and impatient voice came from the other end: "She is very emotionally unstable right now and is self-harming. You must come over immediately, Lu Zhiwei. You signed the agreement. Don't forget."
Lu Zhiwei glanced at the time on her phone; it was only a little past ten in the morning. She couldn't possibly let that woman interfere with her work.
"I drafted the agreement, and I don't remember it specifying the treatment time." Lu Zhiwei curled her lips arrogantly, like a noble queen, unapproachable.
Shen Jinmo, who was at the sanatorium, watched as Xia Wanying was forcibly given a sedative by a nurse, and anger flared in his eyes: "Are you trying to cheat me?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't come, but it will be at least after midnight. If you can't wait, we can terminate the contract, and I'll pay you millions in compensation," Lu Zhiwei said casually.
Anyway, the divorce is already finalized.
Let her be a scoundrel if she wants to.
"Miss Lu is now so wealthy and powerful, you've gotten used to throwing money at people all the time, haven't you?" Shen Jinmo's deep and clear tone seemed to be deliberately suppressing his anger.
He was enduring it.
He endured it all for Xia Wanying's sake.
Lu Zhiwei smiled and toyed with her pen. "You can also try to humiliate me with money. I like being humiliated by money."
"Five million, is that enough? (Express fee included)."
Lu Zhiwei paused slightly, as if her heart had been gripped.
The more extravagant he is, the more it proves that he cares about Xia Wanying.
"I have a meeting scheduled, and I can't cancel it."
"Lu Zhiwei, are you kidding me?"
Snap—
Lu Zhiwei ruthlessly cut off the call, canceled the meeting, and neglected her own employees to go and get medical treatment for her "white moonlight" (a term used to describe someone who is not conventionally attractive). She's not out of her mind.
...
One o'clock in the afternoon.
A low-profile Land Rover drove into the sanatorium.
Lu Zhiwei backed the car into the entrance of the hospital building, opened the trunk, which was filled with her paintings, each one exquisitely framed.
I can't take that much at once.
She didn't want to go through all that trouble.
We need to find a helper.
In the lush green courtyard, there are nurses and elderly people in wheelchairs; there is almost no one to work.
Sharp eyes caught sight of the man sitting on a bench not far away, tall and imposing, with a noble and outstanding back view.
This person looks incredibly strong.
Having locked onto her target, Lu Zhiwei jogged over and patted the man on the shoulder from behind: "Hey, handsome, can you do me a favor? I'll pay you."
The man who had been patted on the shoulder slowly turned around, revealing an extremely "ugly" face.
Her messy, tousled hair was like a tangled mess of weeds.
A large black birthmark on his forehead extended to his left cheek, and his lips were extremely dry, as if they had been cut open by the biting cold wind, and as if they hadn't been in water for several days.
Only her phoenix eyes, long and clear like dazzling pearls, added a unique brilliance to her entire face.
"You called me handsome?" The man seemed to be hearing the word "handsome" for the first time, his voice trembling slightly.
“Yes.” Lu Zhiwei nodded. “A person’s beauty or ugliness should not be defined solely by their appearance.”
The afternoon sun was intense, and Lu Zhiwei's bright features appeared pinkish-white under its rays, her red lips and white teeth adding to her gentleness.
The man stared at her intently for a while before finally asking, "What kind of help do you need?"
Lu Zhiwei led the man to the trunk of her car and took out several paintings: "I need to move these to the elevator and transport them to the third floor. Thank you for your help."
"Okay." The man's gentle voice was extremely pleasant to hear, much like that of a top-notch voice actor.
She felt like she'd heard that voice somewhere before.
“My name is Zhou Yan. Not ‘Handsome Guy’,” the man said suddenly, turning to her after bringing out several paintings.
“Rose. That’s my name.” Lu Zhiwei’s red lips parted slightly.
She had only met this person briefly and would never see him again, so she didn't reveal his real name.
Zhou Yan lowered his gaze slightly, landing on the beautifully blooming rose on the seal in the lower right corner of the painting: "Hmm, I understand, I've remembered it."
On the third-floor railing, Shen Jinmo, dressed in a dark blue suit, stood there, his handsome brows furrowed as he looked down at Lu Zhiwei, who was chatting so enthusiastically with an ugly woman. He called over Lin Jing, who was standing nearby, and said, "Go downstairs and help. Don't let unimportant people ruin the painting. It's very important to Yingying."
"Yes, Mr. Shen."
Lin Jing rushed downstairs.
Lu Zhiwei and Zhou Yan had already moved all the paintings into the elevator and were taking it to the third floor.
Lin Jing stood at the elevator entrance. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw that Lu Zhiwei had already come up. "Miss Lu, President Shen asked me to come and help you."
Without saying a word, he cleverly stepped forward to move the painting.
The three of them moved the painting out of the elevator together.
Lu Zhiwei instructed Lin Jing, "Move the painting to Miss Xia's room. I'll come over shortly."
After saying that, she pressed the elevator button again and took Zhou Yan downstairs.
As the elevator descended, Lu Zhiwei took out a wad of banknotes from her bag and handed them to him: "A tip for your trouble."
Zhou Yan glanced at the thick stack of payment, took it with both hands, and a hearty smile spread across his face: "Thanks."
This was the smallest sum of money he had ever earned in his life.
"Do you also live in this sanatorium?" Lu Zhiwei looked at his face. He was dressed in tattered clothes, and the birthmark on his face was terrifying, but he had an extraordinary air about him that ordinary people did not have.
"I guess so." Zhou Yan's eyes flickered, he scratched his hair, and answered with a smile.
"It's very expensive here, can you afford to stay here?" Lu Zhiwei didn't want to judge people by their appearance.
But she had seen poverty and too many homeless people since she was a child.
Even my maternal grandmother, unable to afford to stay in this most upscale sanatorium in Yunzhou, had to rely on manual labor to earn a small storage room in order to survive.
The man lowered his thin lips, then looked up again.
Two clear tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall but not quite. "I couldn't afford to stay here, so I sneaked in. I pretended to be a patient here, but occasionally the bodyguards would find me and throw me out, so I climbed over the wall to get in. I just found a bench to make do. Only here, with all sorts of elderly people and patients around, can I avoid being scorned."
Step out of the elevator.
Lu Zhiwei frowned slightly, her mood somewhat complicated.
Not everyone is as lucky as her to climb out of the mud and be blessed by the sun.
There are many people like him in the world who are still suffering from misfortune and hardship in life.
"I hope you'll have a better life in the future!" Lu Zhiwei looked at the man and solemnly wished him well.
"Thank you for your kind words." The man smiled, his radiant smile reaching deep into people's hearts, as if making them forget his face and only remember his smile and those pure and moving eyes.
After saying goodbye to the man, Lu Zhiwei turned and went upstairs to take care of her business.
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