Lu Zhiwei entered Xia Wanying's ward.
A large, open area was cleared out of the spacious room to display the paintings she had brought.
Each painting was carefully placed on the easel, and the legs of the easel were thoughtfully weighed down with heavy objects, whether to prevent the easel from falling and damaging her paintings or to prevent it from hitting Yingying.
Whether it was the former or the latter, he was thinking of Xia Wanying.
In the sofa area, Shen Jinmo sat there lazily, his back straight as a pine tree, with a rabbit headband on his head, which Xia Wanying must have put on him.
Xia Wanying, standing to the side, was holding a lollipop in her hand and desperately stuffing it into the mouth of an old woman.
"Grandma, try my candy, it's delicious!"
"No need, Yingying, Grandma doesn't eat sugar, her blood sugar is too high." The old lady turned her face away, her gaze meeting Lu Zhiwei's as she stood at the door.
At the same time, upon catching a glimpse of her, Shen Jinmo immediately ripped off the rabbit headband from his head, reverting to his aloof and proud demeanor.
"Weiwei, you're here." The old lady was very happy to see Lu Zhiwei and stood up to introduce her to Shen Jinmo and Xia Wanying: "Mr. Shen, Yingying, this is my granddaughter. She's very beautiful."
Lu Zhiwei knew that her grandmother didn't watch TV or go online, and had no idea about her relationship with Shen Jinmo.
"Grandma, why aren't you taking a nap? What are you doing here?" Lu Zhiwei walked to her grandmother's side and took the old woman's arm.
“I can’t sleep, I slept too much last night. Mr. Shen said that Yingying and I live next door to each other, so we can visit each other often. He invited me to come and see the paintings. Look at these paintings, they are so beautiful. What’s the painter’s name… Rousi (shredded pork). The paintings are very good, but the name doesn’t sound like a painter, it sounds like a chef.” The old lady looked radiant as she pulled her to the paintings to appreciate them.
"..." Lu Zhiwei was both amused and exasperated, unsure how to explain it. She had chosen her name casually because she was abroad at the time.
"Grandma, why don't you go for physiotherapy? I've got a new package for you, it'll be very comfortable." Lu Zhiwei coaxed the old lady out of Xia Wanying's ward.
To be honest, she didn't want her grandmother to get too close to Shen Jinmo and Xia Wanying.
Who knows what Shen Jinmo is thinking?
Returning to the ward, Lu Zhiwei rushed up to Shen Jingmo and said coldly, "Please don't bring my grandmother here again."
“Miss Lu is busy making money, how could she know that what her family needs is companionship?” Shen Jingmo smiled instead of getting angry.
“If she knew the relationship between the three of us, she probably wouldn’t need your company.” Lu Zhiwei didn’t want to say more to him.
He turned and called Xia Wanying to the painting to begin her work session.
Wearing a blue dress, Xia Wanying's eyes and brows were clear and captivating, and the innocence in her eyes was like ripples on spring water.
Judging solely by her appearance, she deserves the title of "white moonlight".
Xia Wanying stared at Lu Zhiwei, whose features were as beautiful as a painting, with a grin: "Sister, you are so pretty, and your paintings are so beautiful. I wish I could paint as well."
Lu Zhiwei glanced down at her. If Xia Wanying was a jealous, smug, and manipulative green tea bitch, she could simply roll up her sleeves and get to work.
Now that a truly innocent and naive girl has appeared, she doesn't know how to deal with or get along with her.
"Miss Xia, look at these paintings and tell me how you feel." Without saying much, Lu Zhiwei quickly switched to psychological healing mode.
Shen Jinmo sat quietly on the sofa, a thin laptop on the coffee table. She seemed to be handling official business, making no noise to disturb her treatment.
Xia Wanying is quite talented in painting. Whether it is the sea or the starry sky in her paintings, she can have her own unique ideas and insights.
Half an hour later, Lin Jing suddenly came in, said something to Shen Jingmo, then closed his laptop, got up and left.
Lu Zhiwei watched as Xia Wanying became engrossed in her paintings, yet remained unable to fully open her heart. The long-standing emotional distress needed a breakthrough.
Lu Zhiwei's eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, and she noticed that there was something she wanted in the fruit plate on the coffee table.
She walked over quickly.
About ten minutes later.
Shen Jinmo was in the corridor when he heard the screams. He rushed in and saw Xia Wanying crouching on the ground, clutching her head and screaming wildly, as if she had been through some kind of trauma. "Ahhh..."
All the paintings that Lu Zhiwei brought were slashed and torn with a knife.
Of the dozen or so paintings, not one was intact.
Shen Jinmo picked her up and carried her to the hospital bed, gently placing her on it: "It's alright, Yingying, I'm here, Brother Shen is here."
His anxious expression and meticulous care were like a sharp sword piercing her heart once again.
After calming Xia Wanying down, Shen Jinmo stormed over to her side. "I was only gone for a short while, how did she suddenly become like this? Aren't you a spiritual healer? Instead of healing her, you're provoking her. What did I hire you for?"
Lu Zhiwei raised her head, her bright eyes cold as ice: "Did I beg you to invite me? Take these paintings to the entire art world and ask, the vast sea, the bright spring flower sea, the dazzling starry sky and long river, which one is not a masterpiece that cleanses the soul? If Mr. Shen doubts my professional ability, then we will terminate the contract now."
"Then why did she suddenly take a knife and slash these paintings?"
"I gave her the knife," Lu Zhiwei said calmly.
"Are you crazy? She's emotionally unstable and injured herself with a knife. Can you take responsibility for that? I shouldn't have entrusted Yingying to a woman like you."
Lu Zhiwei pursed her lips and sneered: "She suffers from severe psychological trauma, which leads to her autistic behavior. These paintings will not help her calm down. Venting is the best way to break through."
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