Upon asking this question, Qi Mingli suddenly became wide awake, all sleepiness vanished.
He tidied his stray hairs, poured himself a glass of wine from the liquor cabinet to completely sober up, and sat on the hanging chair in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling window, sipping his wine: "Let me think about it."
After all, the woman that Shen Jinmo is pursuing is of hellish difficulty.
"Why don't you ask me who I'm pursuing?" Shen Jinmo asked coldly.
"Do you even need to ask? Besides Lu Zhiwei, who else can you pursue? Who else can catch your eye? I'm not trying to criticize you, but you deserve it. When others were chasing after you, you were cold and heartless. Now that they ignore you, you're rushing to win them back? What were you doing before?" Qi Mingli sighed.
On the other end of the phone, Shen Jinmo, feeling frustrated after being scolded, said, "Get to the point."
"Lu Zhiwei is different from ordinary women. You can't use the same methods to pursue ordinary women. Start with people who know her. You have to put your heart into pursuing her."
"Someone who knows her?"
"You need to understand her before you can make a move. You don't even know her likes and dislikes, so what are you going to do about it?"
“Who says I know nothing about her? I know she has a bad temper,” Shen Jinmo said stubbornly.
Qi Mingli: "..." This person is beyond teaching; he's already ruined.
After consulting with Qi Mingli for an entire night, Shen Jinmo benefited greatly.
The next morning.
Lu Zhiwei got up early, washed up, and prepared to go back to work at the Lu Group.
A week was lost, and a lot of work has piled up.
When she arrived downstairs, Jiang Zhan had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for her at the table. "Good morning, sister."
"Good morning," Lu Zhiwei replied, grabbed a steamed bun from the table, stuffed it into her mouth, and was about to leave.
After taking a few steps, she realized that she wasn't alone anymore; there was another one in her belly.
She turned back and took another steamed bun from the table: "Thank you for breakfast, I'm going to work now."
"Sister, slow down."
"knew."
Lu Zhiwei left in a flurry.
Jiang Zhan sat at the dining table and leisurely enjoyed his breakfast.
While using his phone, Jiang Zhan opened the judge voting channel for a beauty contest, entered his ID, and clicked to apply to participate in the judge voting.
Shen Jinmo slowly came downstairs.
After this period of recovery, he was able to get out of the wheelchair, but his walking style was still different from that of a normal person, and he had not fully recovered.
Passing by the restaurant, Shen Jinmo couldn't see Lu Zhiwei and regretted that he had overslept.
"Did you make this?" Without the servants to wait on her, Shen Jinmo hadn't been able to have a proper breakfast for the past few days. Seeing the sumptuous Chinese breakfast on the table, Shen Jinmo felt a little hungry.
Jiang Zhan nodded: "President Shen, this is for my sister, I didn't make any for you."
"Why are you so good to her but so harsh on me?" Shen Jingmo never saw Jiang Zhan as a man, so she didn't include him in her list of rivals.
He treated him fairly well, but this person inexplicably showed hostility towards him.
"Men and women are different." Jiang Zhan stuffed an egg into his mouth, picked up the plate on the table, and went into the kitchen.
Shen Jinmo walked out of the house hungry, and Lin Jing's car was already parked in the yard.
"Mr. Shen, are we going to the company?" Lin Jing asked respectfully as he helped him into the car.
"To the headquarters of the Artists' Alliance." Shen Jinmo got into the car, closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat and pretended to doze off, his aloof figure exuding a sense of fatigue.
Lin Jing didn't ask any more questions and drove to the headquarters of the Artists Alliance in Yunzhou. The starfish-shaped building stood out in the high-rise commercial district.
Lin Jing went to park the car, while Shen Jinmo entered the first floor of the building alone. What came into view were the representative works of various painters, which covered the entire wall.
The receptionist immediately recognized the distinguished Shen Jingmo and came forward to greet him: "Welcome, Mr. Shen, to the Artists' Alliance. May I ask what brings you here?"
"Come over here to discuss cooperation with your boss."
"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked.
Shen Jinmo waved his hand: "Go tell him that I have a project worth 500 million yuan and I want to meet with him in person to discuss it."
"OK."
The receptionist understood and turned to inform Luo Wuyan so that she could make the decision.
You can't see their leader in the Artists' Alliance; Luo Wuyan handles everything on her behalf.
Upon receiving the notification, Luo Wuyan immediately called Lu Zhiwei.
"Your ex-husband came to the alliance to discuss cooperation with you. It's said that this project is worth 500 million. Is he addicted to giving you money?"
Lu Zhiwei was almost at the Lu Group in her car.
The allure of 500 million yuan made her change course: "He's foolish and has too much money."
"Then you should come back and talk to him yourself?"
"Um."
After arriving at the Alliance headquarters building, Lu Zhiwei entered the building through the back door and went straight to her office on the top floor to change clothes.
Shen Jinmo, who was waiting on the first floor, stopped in front of a hanging painting.
His gaze was deeply drawn to the painting; the colors were rendered with exquisite perfection, bringing the scene to life.
The azure sea stretched to the horizon, and the girl in the red dress, her ankles tangled in seaweed, swam desperately toward the light.
His ankle was smashed by the rocks, bleeding profusely, which attracted sharks.
She will either drown in the deep sea or be swallowed by sharks.
Despite being in dire straits, the girl's face showed a resolute determination to refuse to succumb to fate, without the slightest fear or panic.
This girl in the red dress looks exactly like someone.
Looking at the lower right corner of the painting, a rose-shaped seal shines brightly.
The receptionist poured him a glass of warm water and brought it over: "Mr. Shen, this painting is one of our ROSE's signature works."
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