Now, seeing this wheelchair, he feels inexplicably repulsed and disgusted.
"Can I not sit?" Shen Jinmo asked Lu Zhiwei in a gentle and soft voice.
"No," Lu Zhiwei said forcefully.
He's stubbornly holding on, but this will only do harm to his health.
"Daddy, just be a good boy and listen to me. I'll push you."
Lu Anyu took Shen Jinmo's hand and helped her into the wheelchair, pushing it with all her might with her small arms and legs.
Even with all its might, it couldn't move more than a few meters.
"Mommy, starting today I'm going to eat more so I can grow taller and bigger." Lu Anyu hung his head after his setback.
Lu Zhiwei pressed a start switch on the wheelchair: "This wheelchair is electric, so it's effortless, baby."
"Mommy...why didn't you say so sooner?" Lu Anyu pouted.
Shen Jinmo, sitting in his wheelchair, beamed with joy.
So this is what happiness looks like for a family of three.
He was so close, yet he was drifting further and further away.
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhiwei drove them to the art museum.
This was something Lu Zhiwei had promised An'an and Shen Jinmo: once An'an recovered, the three of them would definitely visit the art museum.
Upon arriving at the art museum, Lu Anyu was like a bird released from its cage, chirping and chattering with boundless joy.
"Slow down, An'an." Lu Zhiwei pushed Shen Jinmo to catch up with the little one.
Outside the venue, in a black car, Jiang Jingyu, dressed in a white fur coat, watched the three of them enter the art museum, gritting her teeth in anger.
"Madam, is everything proceeding according to plan?" the driver asked her.
"Yes, I want Lu Zhiwei to die in the exhibition hall."
She lost everything in the custody battle.
As long as Lu Zhiwei dies, she can get back everything she wants.
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