"Which room is Shen Jinmo in?" Lu Zhiwei asked directly.
Shen Jiarui raised an eyebrow and looked at Shen Jinmo beside him.
His body, which had been leaning against the headboard, was now sitting upright. His handsome and refined face was no longer tense, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he was looking forward to something.
"Sister-in-law, why are you asking this? Are you going to compensate my brother for a leg?" Shen Jiarui joked in a cheeky manner.
Shen Jinmo suddenly slapped Shen Jiarui on the forehead, making his head spin.
Looking aggrieved, Shen Jiarui glared at Shen Jinmo. What did he say wrong? Why did he hit him?
Lu Zhiwei's calm voice continued, "Fine, don't tell me then."
Just as the call was about to end, Shen Jinmo shot a sharp glare at Shen Jiarui.
Shen Jiarui dared not dawdle any longer and immediately revealed Shen Jinmo's ward number: "The sixth VIP ward on the top floor of the Orthopedics Department at the Municipal People's Hospital."
"Okay." Lu Zhiwei hung up the phone without saying much more.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Jiarui looked at Shen Jinmo with great interest, and stopped playing the game.
"Brother, you seem really looking forward to her coming. Isn't Xia Wanying always here with you? So you like to have one woman on each side and two women at the same time? I'm a womanizer, but I only date one person at a time. You actually want to date two at once? Can you handle that?"
Shen Jinmo's face was cold and stern. He grabbed a few washed cherry tomatoes from the fruit plate and stuffed them directly into Shen Jiarui's mouth: "Shut up."
Lu Zhiwei opened the flower ordering app, filled in the hospital's address and ward number, ordered a bouquet of sunflowers, and chose to have it delivered in the morning.
After making the reservation, Lu Zhiwei had the driver take her to the company.
The florist stepped out of the elevator at the scheduled delivery time, carrying a bouquet of vibrant sunflowers.
He found the sixth ward, matched the room number, and was about to knock on the door.
Shen Shuyuan, dressed in a plain dress and carrying a Hermes handbag and a box of ginseng chicken soup, walked down the corridor. When she saw the bunch of bright yellow sunflowers, her eyes seemed to be stung.
She quickened her pace and walked over: "Don't knock, my brother is resting and shouldn't be disturbed."
The flower delivery guy stood there stunned. "But I have another order to deliver."
"When my brother wakes up later, I'll take him in for you," Shen Shuyuan said with a gentle smile. Her soft voice was delicate to the core. She was dressed elegantly and had the face of a Jiangnan beauty, making anyone who saw her blush and their heart race.
The florist lingered on her for a moment, then handed her the flowers, saying, "Thank you for your help."
Taking the flowers, Shen Shuyuan urged the deliveryman, "This is a VIP ward, don't make any noise."
The young man, who had just been about to strike up a conversation, reluctantly put away his phone and pressed the elevator button to go downstairs.
After everyone left, Shen Shuyuan glanced at the sunflower bouquet in her hand, walked straight to the end of the corridor, and opened the card in the center of the sunflower bouquet.
She took out the card and saw that it was a gift from Lu Zhiwei.
The sunflower lay down in the trash can.
Shen Shuyuan held the card in her palm.
...
Shen Jinmo was working on official business with his head down. A laptop was on the quilt, and his well-defined hands were typing rapidly on the keyboard.
There was a knock at the door.
Shen Jinmo immediately stopped what he was doing and called to Shen Jiarui, who was accompanying him, "Go open the door."
He deliberately adjusted his hospital gown to make himself look at least less disheveled.
Shen Jinmo got up, walked to the ward door, and pulled the doorknob.
As Shen Shuyuan looked up, carrying the insulated food container, her bright, moon-like eyes etched themselves into Shen Jiarui's heart. He scratched his head shyly and said, "Shuyuan, you're here? This stuff is so heavy. Why didn't you bring a bodyguard with you?"
He warmly accepted the chicken soup from her hands, opened the door, and welcomed Shen Shuyuan inside.
Shen Shuyuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Second Brother."
Upon seeing that it was Shen Shuyuan, Shen Jinmo resumed his arrogant and cold demeanor, leaned back against the headboard, and continued to open his laptop.
The disappointment in his eyes was clearly seen by Shen Shuyuan.
"Brother, how are you feeling today? This is ginseng chicken soup that I made for you myself. Drink it while it's hot." She sat down by the hospital bed and unscrewed the lid of the insulated box.
"Let me do it, be careful, it's hot." Shen Jiarui took the lid of the insulated box from Shen Shuyuan's hand. His large hand touched her fair and soft small hand, and Shen Jiarui's face turned red. His fingertips were burning hot, and he became unnatural.
Knock knock knock—
The flower deliveryman knocked on the door: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Shen's hospital room?"
Shen Jinmo raised his eyes slightly and nodded: "Yes, that's me."
"This is a bouquet of flowers from Miss Lu Zhiwei. Please sign for it."
The other person was holding a black rectangular gift box, with a delicate silk knot tied to the lid, making it beautiful and exquisite.
Shen Jinmo didn't receive a visit from Lu Zhiwei, but instead received a bouquet of flowers from her.
He curled his lips into a smile, thinking to himself: At least she has some conscience.
The signature, written in a flamboyant and elegant style, was placed on the delivery receipt.
The flower delivery guy has left.
Shen Jiarui sat down on the edge of the bed and joked, "The flowers arrived, but the person didn't. I'm already halfway disappointed."
Shen Jinmo lowered his head and untied the ribbon of the flower box. His features were outlined with soft curves, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. Every part of him seemed to be a masterpiece of the Creator's divine craftsmanship.
Shen Shuyuan stared intently at the way he was taking apart the flowers.
The box is opened.
A cluster of pale white chrysanthemums lay quietly in a black box.
The atmosphere in the ward suddenly froze.
Shen Jinmo felt as if his blood was flowing backward, and his cold eyes burned with rage.
Bang--
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