Lu Zhiwei personally escorted Ruan Jizhou out of the house and walked him into the courtyard.
She occasionally smiled wryly, still savoring the colorful expressions on Zhao Xiuying and Lu Jingyao's faces from earlier.
"Is it that funny?" Ruan Jizhou opened the car door and got into the driver's seat of the Rolls-Royce.
Lu Zhiwei suppressed her smile: "It was the first time I invited you to my home for dinner, and I'm sorry you got taken advantage of, Ruan Yingdi."
Ruan Jizhou gazed at her quietly: "If I can make you laugh even once, I'm not at a loss. Do you have any alcohol-based wipes at home? Could you please give me a few?"
Lu Zhiwei called a maid to fetch it.
A moment later, a pack of wet wipes was handed to Ruan Jizhou.
He opened the box, took out a few bills, and slowly wiped his long, beautiful hands: "I just held her feet, they're dirty, I need to clean them properly."
Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms and examined his hands: "I'm afraid I'll have to go back and take a shower. My legs are dirty too."
After her reminder, Ruan Jizhou nodded and immediately started the car: "Your sister is a real menace."
I watched Ruan Jizhou drive away.
When Lu Zhiwei returned home, the mess in the restaurant had been cleaned up, and Zhao Xiuying had covered up the earlier farce.
Feeling utterly humiliated, Lu Jingyao ran back to her room and cried all afternoon.
Lu Zhiwei planned to take a short lunch break before going to the company.
In her sleep, Lu Zhiwei felt a throbbing sensation in her lower abdomen.
The sensation became increasingly pronounced, and the intense pricking forced her to open her eyes from her dream. She rolled out of bed and found a pack of sanitary napkins in the closet drawer.
It's a bit damp down there; no doubt, it's because my period came.
For the past three years, her aunt has never come on time every month. Sometimes she comes only once every two or three months, or once every half month. She has gotten used to it.
It seems to have been a few days late this month, but it's much more punctual than usual.
I went to the restroom and there were only some light pink bloodstains on my underwear. The area wasn't large, so it must be because I had just started my period and the amount wasn't much.
After changing her pants and putting on a sanitary napkin, Lu Zhiwei finally left the bathroom.
This period lasted about ten days before stopping, but the flow was very light. Since Lu Zhiwei didn't have any other discomfort, she was too lazy to go to the hospital.
During this time, Shen Jinmo did not bother her again, nor did he bring up the matter of having children again.
The launch event for the joint collection by Shen and Lu was held at the Jinye Hotel, owned by Shen.
Lu Zhiwei, dressed in a white women's suit, led An Yang and Shen Shuyuan into the venue.
Shen Shuyuan is the lead designer for this project and will be responsible for presenting the design work.
Lu Zhiwei had bright eyes and white teeth, fair skin, and a neat short haircut that looked cool and clean. She attracted a lot of attention as soon as she entered the venue.
Most of the attendees at this press conference were important media reporters from Yunzhou, as well as senior executives from fashion groups and celebrities and online influencers eager to get their hands on the latest high-end luxury brands.
Lu Zhiwei needs to speak on behalf of both the Lu Group and the Shen Group.
Lu Zhiwei, sitting in the first row of the audience, checked her phone. The press conference was about to start, but the representative of Shen's Group had not yet appeared.
"An Yang, go and call Lin Jing to urge him on," Lu Zhiwei instructed her assistant, An Yang.
Just as An Yang was about to make a call, Lin Jing rushed in, "Ms. Lu, our CEO Chen will be arriving later. Please go upstairs and speak first."
Lu Zhiwei looked at Lin Jing suspiciously: "Should I go up first? What if the media writes that the Lu family likes to show off and deliberately tries to overshadow the Shen family at the press conference? How am I supposed to explain that?"
“But our CEO Shen has difficulty walking and has to come in a wheelchair.” Lin Jing looked troubled.
“I had my assistant contact Shen’s at seven o’clock, and it’s almost ten o’clock now. They should be here by now, even if they’re in an ant, let alone in a wheelchair.” A hint of sarcasm appeared in Lu Zhiwei’s eyes.
Following Lin Jing's furtive gaze.
Lu Zhiwei immediately saw through the deception.
Shen Jinmo was probably already outside the venue, deliberately sending Lin Jing to urge her to go on stage, just to deliberately make things difficult for her and see how she would respond.
The media are all ready; if there is any delay, another kind of public opinion will arise offstage.
He walked straight to the entrance of the venue.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Shen Jinmo wore a bespoke black suit, his hair styled in a slicked-back look. His deep-set eyes gazed at her with a composed air, as if he had been waiting for her.
Not wanting to waste time, Lu Zhiwei walked behind Shen Jinmo and pushed the wheelchair along the armrests into the venue.
Shen Jinmo raised a triumphant smile.
Countless cameras snapped photos of them together.
The flashes of light were dazzling.
Lu Zhiwei pushed Shen Jinmo onto the stage and handed him the microphone. The microphone was not turned on, so the sound did not spread and only the two of them could hear it.
"You go first."
Shen Jinmo hesitated to reach out, staring at her features. The venue lights above cast shadows on her long eyelashes, highlighting her high, delicate nose and beautiful, watery eyes that shone with an alluring luster.
"Ladies first."
"People with disabilities have priority." Lu Zhiwei reacted very quickly.
At this press conference, she must place the Lu Group in a lower position to prevent the negative comments against the Lu Group from becoming more rampant.
"..." Shen Jinmo almost fainted from anger on the spot.
Taking the microphone from her, Shen Jinmo spoke eloquently, offering a lengthy but insightful commentary on fashion trends and the initial intention behind this design collaboration.
A few minutes later, the microphone was handed back to Lu Zhiwei.
Standing next to Shen Jinmo, Lu Zhiwei exuded confidence, poise, elegance, and intellect.
They stood in front of the same camera, as if giving a concrete form to the phrase "evenly matched".
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