Holding her child, Shen Jinmo stood outside the car door, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He hadn't even agreed yet, and she already got in the car?
After putting Lu Anyu in the car, Shen Jinmo returned to the driver's seat: "Miss Lu, aren't you afraid I won't agree?"
“You’ll agree. An’an is your godson. How can you bear to refuse?” Lu Zhiwei said shamelessly.
“That’s true.” Shen Jingmo raised an eyebrow and started the car.
Upon arriving at the Shen family villa, Shen Jinmo led the mother and son inside and instructed the housekeeper to prepare a room.
They modified the children's room where Lu Anyu used to sleep alone, turning it into a room with two beds.
One copy was for Lu Anyu's treatment, and the other was for Lu Zhiwei to stay with him in the room.
Shen Jinmo also contacted her medical team.
Lu Zhiwei declined: "I will hire a professional medical team myself, there is no need to trouble President Shen."
"It's not troublesome at all; a phone call can solve it."
"No need for that." Lu Zhiwei refused decisively.
She was worried that Shen Jinmo's medical team would treat Lu Anyu because she feared that one day Shen Jinmo would discover that Lu Anyu's blood was closely related to his.
She'd better be cautious.
Shen Jinmo couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had no choice but to follow her opinion.
At dinner time, Lu Zhiwei personally went to the kitchen to prepare a nutritious meal for Lu Anyu.
Shen Jinmo, dressed in her pajamas, walked into the room, holding a pair of nail clippers in her hand.
"An'an, let Uncle trim your nails."
Lu Anyu looked at his ten neatly trimmed fingers and said, "My mom just trimmed them, and I can't cut them anymore."
"Oh, what about the toes?"
"It's all trimmed now, Uncle Chen. Why did you suddenly think of trimming my nails?"
"I'm afraid it'll be too long and you'll scratch yourself. Just trim it." Shen Jinmo silently put away the nail clippers.
All eyes were on his head.
"Don't move, I see something on your head, let me take it off for you." Shen Jingmo leaned closer to Lu Anyu, about to pluck a hair from his head.
The room door was suddenly pushed open.
Lu Zhiwei carried dinner upstairs from the kitchen downstairs.
What are you doing?
"Mommy, Uncle Shen wants to help me..."
Before Lu Anyu could finish speaking, Shen Jingmo reached out and covered his mouth, signaling him not to speak.
Lu Anyu nodded and pulled his hand away from his mouth. "Uncle Chen, I know. I won't tell my mommy that you're trying to please me."
Uncle Shen is so good to him, he must want to pursue Mommy.
"You are my son. If I don't treat you well, who will I treat well?" Shen Jinmo got up from the edge of the bed and left the room.
Lu Zhiwei caught a glimpse of Shen Jingmo's somewhat strange figure and turned to question her son, "What did he do to you just now?"
"Mommy, Uncle Shen is trying to win your favor by making a good impression."
You mean he wants to pursue me?
"Isn't it obvious, Mommy?"
"No." Lu Zhiwei shook her head and brought out the food to feed her son.
After giving her son a hot bath in the evening and putting him to sleep, Lu Zhiwei also took a hot bath to wash away the sweat.
I habitually open the wardrobe after taking a shower.
Her closet was filled with the latest seasonal clothes, the tags still on, and they were all her size, perfectly accurate.
The tags on the pajamas and the clothes underneath had been removed, and it seemed they had been washed beforehand.
Lu Zhiwei, wearing a hair-drying cap, sat on the sofa and sent a message to Shen Jingmo downstairs on her phone: [Who are these clothes in the closet for?]
"Who else but you?" Shen Jinmo replied quickly.
How did you know my size?
[I happened to measure her measurements when An'an was drawing for us in the hospital room.]
Lu Zhiwei turned off her phone, picked out a white knee-length nightgown from the closet, and dried her hair.
She also asked the housekeeper for a bottle of strong vodka.
I asked for two glasses and found Shen Jinmo on a lounge chair by the swimming pool downstairs.
"I'm in a bad mood, want to have a few drinks with me?" Lu Zhiwei offered to drink with her.
Shen Jingmo was quite surprised and took the wine from Lu Zhiwei: "This wine, it wasn't drugged, was it?"
Lu Zhiwei's gaze froze: "Is this how President Shen thinks of me?"
"Isn't this because you're afraid I'll take advantage of you? So you can get me drunk so you can do your thing?" Shen Jinmo laughed as he downed the wine in his glass.
Lu Zhiwei's face flushed red as her thoughts were seen through.
She did indeed intend to continue her attack on Shen Jinmo on this dark and stormy night.
These days happen to be her ovulation period.
If it's over, you'll have to wait until next month.
She couldn't wait a moment longer to treat An'an's illness.
"Since Shen Jinmo is so afraid that I might have improper thoughts about you, then lock the doors and windows tonight and protect yourself."
Lu Zhiwei put her wine glass on the table without drinking a drop.
Drinking alcohol might affect the quality of the embryo, but this is not a good idea.
Lu Zhiwei stood up and prepared to go back upstairs.
Shen Jingmo reached out and grabbed her wrist. "I'm not a casual person. If Miss Lu wants me, she has to take responsibility for me."
With a slight pull, he drew her into his arms.
Her back pressed against his strong, warm chest, and the ambiguous temperature rose rapidly.
Lu Zhiwei certainly couldn't bear this responsibility.
Because she had said that she would never marry this man again.
He escaped from Shen Jinmo's embrace.
Lu Zhiwei patted her burning face and rushed upstairs.
That evening, Lu Zhiwei went out of her room to the living room to pour a glass of warm water for Lu Zhiyu. While pouring the water, she inadvertently glanced at the bedroom where Shen Jinmo was sleeping.
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