Lu Zhiwei pursed her lips, just about to tell the doctor that the child had no father.
Ruan Jizhou, who was standing to the side, paused for a few seconds before suddenly speaking: "Zhou Yan, Zhou as in cycle, Yan as in flame."
An eerie silence fell over the consultation room.
Lu Zhiwei stood up in shock and grabbed Ruan Jizhou's arm: "You..."
Ruan Jizhou patted her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and said softly, "A child cannot be without a father."
Lu Zhiwei still dragged Ruan Jizhou out of the clinic and into a deserted corner at the end of the corridor.
She raised her head and said to him seriously, "This is unfair to you. Once the media exposes it, it will have a fatal impact on your acting career."
"If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know that this child isn't mine? Even if I'm not the child's father now, who can be sure that I won't be in the future? As for work, I don't think that getting married and having children is a heinous crime for an artist. I make it in the entertainment industry based on my acting skills, not my private life."
Ruan Jizhou's handsome features showed no sign of impulsiveness, but rather a decision made after careful consideration and repeated deliberation.
Lu Zhiwei bit her lip, her eyes slightly lowered.
Ruan Jizhou reached out and ruffled her hair: "I don't want you to feel guilty or grateful towards me. I want you to appreciate me with normal eyes and see my good points. I... have never been any worse than Shen Jinmo."
Whether it was during my school days or now.
Lu Zhiwei looked up at Ruan Jizhou's face. His handsome features were like those of a character straight out of a comic book, exquisite and perfect.
Yes, Ruan Jizhou is in no way inferior to Shen Jinmo.
I returned to the consultation room and filled out the forms.
Lu Zhiwei and Ruan Jizhou signed the file, signifying its authenticity and validity.
The director entered the data into the computer system, and the pregnant woman's file indicated that it had been archived.
Lu Zhiwei and Ruan Jizhou walked out of the obstetrics and gynecology clinic.
I walked past another couple who were waiting for their number to be called.
The woman was Xia Wanying, who had escaped from the Shen family's old house several days ago.
Seeing Lu Zhiwei and a man walk out of the obstetrics and gynecology clinic, Xia Wanying immediately lowered her body and buried herself in the man's arms.
Sensing Xia Wanying's advances, the man reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her even tighter. His sharp, fierce gaze was fixed on the direction Lu Zhiwei had left in.
"Was that Lu Zhiwei just now? Shen Jinmo abandoned you for her, and now she's going in and out of the OB-GYN with another man. If Shen Jinmo finds out about this, won't he be furious?"
Xia Wanying broke free from the man's embrace: "Song Ye, let me go. I should go back to the Shen family."
"Going back to report?" The black scorpion behind the ear of the man called Song Ye was dazzling.
Xia Wanying shook her head. "Haven't you tormented me enough these past few days?"
Ever since the fire at the Shen family's residence, she took advantage of the chaos to escape.
He was captured by Song Ye, who was lurking near the Shen family's residence, and forcibly taken back to his side, where he was taken from day and night in bed.
“You are my woman. It was my generosity to let you return to Shen Jinmo’s side. Otherwise, how could I tolerate you serving two husbands? I will let you go back, but you have to get an IUD first. You can get money from the Shen family, but you can’t have a child with them. I’ll be jealous.” The man whispered in her ear.
Xia Wanying flinched sensitively, her whole body beginning to tremble.
This thug had been harassing her since she was a teenager, using the guise of protecting her at the orphanage to relentlessly follow her around.
She clearly disliked him and hated him.
But gradually, she got used to his presence, and the two became an inseparable community.
The day Shen Jinmo found her and wanted to take her back to the Shen family.
She has almost fully regained her senses.
I tried to devise a plan to get rid of him completely.
But he had taken too many sexy photos of her, from the first time he took her to the later training and taming, he recorded them all.
She could never get rid of him; even until death, he would be the shadow that followed her.
After getting off the operating table, Xia Wanying returned to Song Ye, clutching her uncomfortable lower abdomen. Her thin face was pale and bloodless.
He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Tonight, I'll send you back to the Shen family. Remember our agreement: you will strive to become Mrs. Shen, and I... can squander the Shen family's wealth as I please."
After saying that, the man grabbed Xia Wanying by the neck, pulled her into his arms, and roughly kissed her lips.
It was evening.
Another spring rain fell. It's the plum rain season, and the sky hasn't been clear for a long time.
After dinner, Lu Zhiwei and Ruan Jizhou drove back to the small villa.
A slender, white figure knelt before the gate, the drizzling rain pattering on her, as if she might be blown away by a gust of wind.
"Brother Chen, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you. Please forgive me. Please let Yingying come back to you."
Rain and tears mingled together, sliding down my cheeks.
Lu Zhiwei parked the car, opened the door, and walked to Xia Wanying's side while holding a black umbrella.
Rainwater dripped down the umbrella ribs onto the pockmarked surface of the water.
"Is he really worth it for you to do this?" Lu Zhiwei asked her coldly.
Xia Wanying raised her head and looked up at Lu Zhiwei's heroic face.
She is not Lu Zhiwei, and she can never become Lu Zhiwei.
She lacked the ability to protect herself; Shen Jinmo and the entire Shen family were her protectors.
Lu Zhiwei didn't need this umbrella at all.
"Without Brother Shen, I would die." Xia Wanying wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice hoarse from crying.
Lu Zhiwei left the umbrella with Xia Wanying.
Not for any other reason than that we are both women.
Arrive at the second-floor living room.
Shen Jinmo sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a magazine in his hands. Despite the raging wind outside, he remained calm as he read the magazine.
"Has she left?" Lu Zhiwei was about to go back inside when Shen Jinmo asked her in a deep voice.
Lu Zhiwei sneered: "If you're worried about someone, go down and check on them. It's all your fault for causing all this trouble."
“There are people more suitable for her than me.” Shen Jingmo put down the magazine and explained to Lu Zhiwei personally.
He disdained to explain to anyone; once he made a decision, no one could change it.
Lu Zhiwei shrugged and smiled: "It's really sad that people like you."
This statement refers not only to Xia Wanying, but also to his past self.
With a bang.
Lu Zhiwei closed the door.
Turn on your computer.
Log in to the alliance's software.
There was an anonymous challenge letter in the inbox.
The challenge was sent to William, the leader of the Artists' Alliance, and all alliance members could see it.
Let's have a face-off. The loser agrees to one condition the winner cannot refuse.
Lu Zhiwei immediately became interested.
Grandma's death is connected to a genius with extremely high skill in face painting. Perhaps she can find some clues through the other party's face painting techniques.
Clicked "Agree" to accept the challenge.
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