Lu Zhiwei shrugged, pulled her master away, and did not stay to participate in the subsequent inauguration ceremony.
To outsiders, Lu Zhiwei's slinking away seemed to stem from her fear of becoming a laughingstock after receiving only eight votes, so she had no choice but to make a quick getaway.
Lu Zhiwei led Grayson down to the underground parking lot, found her car, and got in, but did not start the car immediately.
Grayson was in a bad mood and urged her, "Why aren't you driving?"
"Waiting for someone."
"Who are you waiting for?"
Lu Zhiwei glanced at the time on her watch.
Not long after, Mr. Lu Ming, carrying his inaugural documents and seal, opened Lu Zhiwei's car door.
Grayson's eyes widened when he saw Lu Ming suddenly get into their car: "You... what are you doing getting into our car? Did the first-place team come to show off in the last-place team's car?"
"No, no, Mr. Grayson, you've misunderstood. I'm here to deliver the spoils to the boss."
The man apologized repeatedly, and then handed over all his employment documents and seal to Lu Zhiwei.
Then, the man pulled off his gray wig and rubbed off his makeup with his hands.
The original face appeared before Grayson.
Grayson is a professional artist, especially Lu Zhiwei's art teacher.
He didn't even realize that the man in front of him had put on makeup.
"You..."
"Let me explain, Master. He was a stand-in actor I hired. I had his face painted so he could represent me in the election."
Lu Zhiwei put down what she was holding, then gave the stuntman in the car a huge check, told him some things, and asked him to get out of the car first.
After everyone left.
Grayson stared cautiously at Lu Zhiwei.
"You mean... you're actually Lu Ming? You're using Lu Zhiwei's identity to run for office, it's just a feint?"
“Yes, you could say that.” Lu Zhiwei nodded with a smile: “I have been planning this project for four whole years. During these four years, I have been constantly expanding Lu Ming’s influence in the art world, and I have been waiting for this day.”
"Then why are you even running for office? Isn't that redundant?"
"In order to attract the Luo family's attention and lower their guard, and to make Lu Ming win unexpectedly, I arranged in advance for people from the Painters Alliance to enter the Art Association based on their strength, infiltrate various departments, and then vote for Lu Ming at the election meeting."
"In addition, the governor, Yuri, Owen and others will not support me or Luo Xiu, so they will naturally choose a highly respected person, so Lu Ming became the first choice."
"Your move was truly prescient and meticulously planned. My disciple has really made something of herself," Grayson praised Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei was not arrogant or conceited.
Today, we have only succeeded in the first step.
The road to dismantling the Luo family's power is still long.
An'an's suffering will be taken back from the Luo family, bit by bit.
"Alas, Master is getting old. I can no longer distinguish between my disciple's true and false portraits," Grayson sighed.
"It's all thanks to Master's excellent basic teaching." Lu Zhiwei, afraid of upsetting the old man, quickly took his hand to comfort him.
“Master wasn’t angry; on the contrary, he was very pleased. He is indeed my most outstanding disciple and has not disgraced this old man.”
Grayson's eyes glistened with proud tears.
After sending Grayson back to the manor, Lu Zhiwei returned to the Shen family villa to take care of her son.
The car was parked in the yard.
A black Maybach then arrived and stopped beside her.
Lu Zhiwei and Shen Jinmo opened the car door and got out at almost the same time.
"Congratulations, President Lu." Shen Jinmo offered her congratulations without any attempt to hide it.
Lu Zhiwei pursed her lips, her disguise suddenly exposed.
How did you know?
Shen Jinmo's thin lips curled into a casual smile: "You wouldn't sign up for the election unprepared, and the members of the Artists' Alliance in the association all voted for Mr. Lu Ming. They won't obey without your order."
"Then why are you so certain that Lu Ming is me, and not my friend?"
"On the day of the art exhibition, who else could it be but you, the old gentleman who carried An'an with such gusto?" Shen Jinmo chuckled.
Lu Zhiwei: "..."
Was she exposed so early?
The two walked into the hall one after the other, the moonlight shining on them.
Lu Zhiwei walked in front, and Shen Jinmo walked behind, stepping on her shadow step by step.
"Are you still interested in me tonight?" Suddenly, Shen Jinmo called out to her from behind.
Lu Zhiwei suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around and stared at him blankly: "What?"
"I've noticed that Miss Lu seems particularly eager to do something to me these past few days, so today I'd like to ask you, is your enthusiasm still as strong as before?"
"What, if I want it, you'll give it to me?" Lu Zhiwei asked him seriously.
Shen Jinmo nodded gently: "Mm."
"Alright, go take a shower first, then go back to your room and get ready," Lu Zhiwei instructed Shen Jingmo.
Lu Zhiwei then hurriedly went upstairs to find her son.
Shen Jinmo, who was following behind, raised his lips and took a step to follow.
The butler behind him couldn't help but chime in, "Sir, you look like a concubine waiting for the emperor's favor."
Shen Jinmo shot a sharp glare at him, and the butler immediately shut his mouth.
Back in Lu Anyu's room, the doctor was giving Lu Anyu a routine physical examination.
"Mommy, you're back." Lu Anyu got out of bed after finishing his check-up and tried to get out of bed.
Lu Zhiwei immediately hugged him: "Don't jump around, don't fall."
"Mommy, I'm not feeling unwell today, and I'm doing well at school."
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