"No, the Sun family deserved it." Jiang Zhan smiled slightly, his eyes flickering as he looked out the window, not daring to look Lu Zhiwei in the eye again.
An Yang handed the incoming payment from the finance department to Lu Zhiwei: "Sister Wei, the month's penalty for breach of contract that Sun's company had to pay due to the fraud, as well as the deposit we paid earlier, have all been returned."
"Yes, donate all this money to the welfare home, and also spend some money to buy back all the bracelets that were donated before. The Sun family has fallen, so these bracelets can hardly be called lucky bracelets. Wearing them will probably just bring bad luck."
Moreover, to a certain extent, between loving beauty and having enough to eat, children will definitely prioritize having enough to eat.
She donated these things mainly to set a trap for Sun's Jewelry.
"I'll contact the dean right away."
An Yang picked up his phone and made a call.
A few minutes later, An Yang hung up the phone and said to Lu Zhiwei in a serious tone, "Sister Wei, the dean said that Shen Jinmo bought those bracelets."
Lu Zhiwei clenched her fists: "What does he want? Does he expect me to be grateful to him?"
Jiang Zhan, who was standing to the side, said with a smile, "Sister, he might be spending lavishly for love."
Back to the small villa.
Lu Zhiwei found some medicine to reduce swelling and bruising, and pressed Jiang Zhan down onto the sofa: "Take off your T-shirt."
Jiang Zhan scratched his head: "It's okay, I can do it myself."
"Can you reach it?" Lu Zhiwei asked him.
The spot where I just hit was on my spine, which I could barely reach with my hand, so the medicine probably couldn't be applied evenly.
Jiang Zhan tried it with his hand but found it didn't work, so he had no choice but to obediently take off his clothes.
He was too thin; his stiff, bony frame resembled a skeleton.
Lu Zhiwei applied some ointment to the bruise on her back where she had been hit by a stone using a cotton swab.
"Hiss—" Jiang Zhan gritted his teeth in pain.
Lu Zhiwei thought for a moment: "Should we go to the hospital to get an X-ray?"
"No need, I'm not that fragile," Jiang Zhan said with a strong smile.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
When Shen Jinmo returned home from get off work, he looked at the scene in the living room. His handsome face was tense and taut, as if covered with a layer of frost, which was chilling to the bone.
Lu Zhiwei glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then continued to focus on applying the medicine to Jiang Zhan.
Jiang Zhan shivered, feeling a chill all around him and extremely low air pressure.
Moving his wheelchair up to Jiang Zhan, he said, "How can you be so shameless, showing your body to just any woman?"
Jiang Zhan, who was having medicine applied, swallowed hard.
How can he lack self-respect?
What kind of society is this? Is it a crime for a man to go shirtless?
"Move aside, I'll apply the medicine for him." Shen Jingmo ordered Lu Zhiwei in a deep voice, forcibly taking the job from her.
Lu Zhiwei had already applied the ointment, tightened the bottle, and tossed away the cotton swab: "All done. Put your clothes on."
Jiang Zhan looked at President Shen, who was always getting the short end of the stick, smiled, and put on the T-shirt in front of him.
After Lu Zhiwei went upstairs, Jiang Zhan specifically pointed to the T-shirt he was wearing: "My sister applied the medicine for me, and she designed this shirt for me. My sister is so good to me. But she seems pretty indifferent to you. Why do you think that is?"
Shen Jinmo gave him a cold look: "..."
Now even a little kid can mock him.
Ding-dong—
Someone rang the doorbell.
Jiang Zhan has longer legs and is more convenient than Shen Jinmo, so he should be the one to open the door.
The door opened.
A beautiful woman in a black dress stood at the door; she was delicate and graceful.
She was the girl I met at the school's recruitment event that day; she was a few years ahead of him in school.
"Senior Sister Shen, what brings you here?"
"I'm here to submit my design drafts to my boss." Shen Shuyuan walked in carrying a stack of drafts.
Seeing Shen Jinmo sitting in the living room, looking rather unwell and lost in thought.
She walked straight to Shen Jingmo's side. "Brother, after the old house's bedroom burned down, did you move here?"
Shen Jinmo gave a cold "hmm" and got up from his wheelchair: "She's on the second floor. I'll take you to her."
Shen Shuyuan said "okay" and quickly reached out to help him up: "Let me help you up."
Standing behind them, Jiang Zhan looked at the two of them and felt that something was off.
Especially the tenderness in Shen Shuyuan's eyes.
This is not how a younger sister should act towards her older brother.
Arrive on the second floor.
Shen Jinmo knocked on the door for Shen Shuyuan.
"Sister-in-law, it's me. I've come to submit the design drafts. You've been on sick leave these past few days and haven't been to the company much. I could only come here to find you," Shen Shuyuan said softly, standing outside the door.
Lu Zhiwei, who was wearing a face mask, opened the door and saw the Shen siblings standing outside.
She doesn't like people entering her bedroom.
She ripped off her face mask, took the design draft from Shen Shuyuan, and went to the living room sofa.
Sit down and focus intently on examining her design drafts.
A few minutes later, Lu Zhiwei handed the design draft back to her: "This version of the design draft shows some drawing skills, but it's not innovative or bold enough. It's too ordinary and doesn't deserve your level."
Shen Shuyuan took the manuscript and lowered her head: "Then I'll revise it."
"Okay." Lu Zhiwei nodded.
"Should I change careers here? I live in Cuizhu Garden, which is far from here, and it will take up a lot of time to go back and forth." Shen Shuyuan stared at her with her dark and clear eyes.
Lu Zhiwei didn't think much of it, "Then draw one here tonight. If it feels right, go back and draw one based on that feeling."
“Okay.” Shen Shuyuan readily agreed.
Shen Jinmo sat on the sofa and quietly read a magazine.
The small living room became cold and eerie because of Shen Jinmo's presence.
Lu Zhiwei got up from the sofa: "Then take your time drawing. There's tea and fruit on the table, please help yourself. I'm going back to my room to rest."
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