Shen Jinmo, dressed in a black suit, moved his wheelchair in through the door, with a bunch of pink baby's breath on his lap.
He asked Lin Jing to stop the car and buy the flowers when he passed by the flower shop.
He remembered that Lu Zhiwei seemed to have a particular fondness for baby's breath, especially the pink kind.
His chiseled face was accentuated even more sharply defined by the dim crystal chandelier in the living room.
But this face completely killed the appetite of everyone present.
"President Shen, what brings you here? Have you eaten? If not, sit down and have some with us." Jiang Zhan pulled out a chair, stood up, and greeted Shen Jingmo.
Lu Zhiwei glanced at Jiang Zhan, signaling him not to be so enthusiastic towards him.
She didn't want to dine at the same table as Shen Jinmo.
Jiang Zhan leaned close to Lu Zhiwei's ear and whispered, "Sister, I know you don't like him, but I'll help you deal with him."
Then, Jiang Zhan turned and went to the kitchen.
Shen Jinmo moved to the dining table and, in front of Ruan Jizhou, handed the bouquet of pink baby's breath to Lu Zhiwei: "Congratulations, Lu's Clothing has broken a new weekly revenue record."
Lu Zhiwei didn't reach out to take the bouquet of flowers. She straightened her skirt and sat back down in her dining chair. "President Shen is too busy taking revenge on the Lu family to come and personally offer me this congratulation. I can't accept it."
Shen Jinmo placed the pink baby's breath on the chair. His intention was there; whether she accepted it or not was her prerogative.
Jiang Zhan took out a new set of tableware and a wine glass that was larger than everyone else's from the kitchen.
Looking at the wine glass that was even bigger than Lu Zhiwei's face, Lu Zhiwei almost lost her composure.
Jiang Zhan is quite good at treating people differently.
"Mr. Shen, we don't have any more cups of the same size at home, this is all we have left, please make do with this." Jiang Zhan filled the cup to the brim with red wine and placed it on Shen Jinmo's desk.
Shen Jingmo stared at the overflowing red wine in his glass and scoffed, "Kid, is that how you pour red wine?"
Jiang Zhan scratched his head: "I'm not from high society, I haven't learned those table manners and rules. In my hometown, filling the guest's glass is a sign of sincerity."
Shen Jinmo: "..." What a generous cup of sincerity.
"Mr. Shen, give me some face and drink this." Jiang Zhan raised his glass, trying to get him to drink.
Shen Jinmo raised his glass and took a small sip; the inferior red wine made him feel nauseous.
"Where did you buy this red wine?"
"I bought it from a roadside shop, thirty yuan a bottle." Jiang Zhan smiled brightly.
Ruan Jizhou sat down quietly to the side and discreetly put food into Lu Zhiwei's bowl.
Feeling aggrieved, Shen Jinmo turned her anger towards Ruan Jizhou, her cold expression tinged with displeasure: "Zhou Yan, you've come twice in three days, haven't you? Do you really think this place is your own home?"
“Weiwei has no objections, so what objections do you have?” Ruan Jizhou was always gentle and mild-mannered, but he would become sharp-tongued only when facing Shen Jinmo.
"I live here too, why can't I have a problem with that?"
One sentence plunged everyone present into silence once again.
"You're the other tenant on the second floor?" Ruan Jizhou panicked slightly.
The saying goes, "Those near the water get the moon first," and Shen Jinmo probably had this in mind.
"Yes," Shen Jinmo readily admitted.
Lu Zhiwei gripped the bowl tightly in her hand. If she had known that the person moving out that night was Shen Jingmo, why would she have endured the noise in her room with such a belly full of anger? She would have kicked him and the door downstairs long ago.
"You own the husky that chewed up my slippers?"
"Um."
Ruan Jizhou frowned and put down his chopsticks: "Shen Jinmo, how childish are you?"
“I didn’t instruct it to only bite your shoes. Maybe even a dog doesn’t like you.” Shen Jinmo picked up her chopsticks and ate her food slowly and deliberately.
Jiang Zhan and Lu Zhiwei focused on their meal and had almost finished eating.
Jiang Zhan thoughtfully went to the kitchen, cut a plate of watermelon, and placed it on the table, where he and Lu Zhiwei leisurely ate the watermelon.
Ruan Jizhou didn't eat much for dinner, probably because he was too angry with Shen Jinmo. He received a call from his assistant and left first.
Lu Zhiwei helped Jiang Zhan clear the dishes and went into the kitchen.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Lu Zhiwei stared at Jiang Zhan's virtuous and domestic demeanor: "Jiang Zhan, whoever marries you in the future will be very lucky."
Jiang Zhan, wearing an apron, skillfully washed the dishes and chopsticks: "Sister, I will not get married. I don't believe in love at all."
Despite his young age, he exudes a composure that transcends worldly concerns.
Grabbing a grape from the plate and popping it into her mouth, Lu Zhiwei nodded: "It's better not to get married. Marriage never ends well."
Hearing that there was no more noise outside, Shen Jinmo should have gone upstairs.
Lu Zhiwei was about to leave the kitchen.
Jiang Zhan put down the bowl in his hand and called out to her, "Sister, this incident at Lu's was caused by me, right? I'm sorry."
Lu Zhiwei stopped in her tracks, gazing at the boy's desolate figure.
Humble people always live cautiously.
It's just like me when I was a child.
"It's not you, don't overthink it. In fact, this misfortune has turned into a blessing in disguise, which is a good thing. I'll find a way to retaliate against the Sun family for what they've done. Do you want to come with me to see a play tomorrow?" Lu Zhiwei invited him with a smile.
He lived in the shadows, and she tried her best to let the sunshine in.
“Okay,” Jiang Zhan readily agreed.
Lu Zhiwei went back upstairs.
The bouquet of pink baby's breath was placed at her door.
The light was on in the next room, the door was open, and soothing music was coming from inside.
Old houses that are in disrepair are not suitable for installing elevators.
Shen Jinmo didn't come up in a wheelchair; he hopped up to the second floor step by step on one foot, supporting himself on the railing. That's why his footsteps were so loud that day.
Lu Zhiwei threw the bunch of baby's breath by the door into the public trash can at the stairwell.
Shen Jinmo, wearing a bathrobe, stood at the doorway, arms crossed, his black hair dripping with water and slightly disheveled. He must have heard her come upstairs and hurriedly ended his bath.
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