Song Mingyi was released from prison, and she probably would never go back in. The work she had been handling secretly before had to be taken over personally. However, she was still a wedding bride, and was trapped in the Lu family with all the constraints.
Due to this busy schedule, Song Mingyi came downstairs a little late during lunch. When she came down from upstairs, she heard Xiao Min coaxing Lu Yimo.
"Young master, this is a new meal made in the kitchen. It is very delicious. Please try it."
"I don't want to eat, I want to drink milk."
"You only drank milk in the morning. If you continue like this, you will become malnourished."
Xiao Min was very worried, but Lu Yimo ignored it and just played with the Rubik's Cube toy in his hand.
Suddenly he saw Song Mingyi coming down from upstairs, and his big eyes immediately lit up. He stood up from the sofa and rushed over: "Mommy."
Song Mingyi let Lu Yimo hold her: "It's noon, have you eaten well?"
"Yes." Lu Yimo promised loudly. When he noticed what Xiao Min was about to say, he glanced over.
Lu Yimo looked similar to Lu Shenxing. Even though he was young, his aura could not be underestimated. When he glanced at them coldly, Xiao Min's heart shrank.
"Be good. But I haven't eaten yet and I want to go to the kitchen to make something to eat. Can you help me in the kitchen?"
Lu Yimo agreed without hesitation.
Song Mingyi took Lu Yimo to the kitchen.
At first, the chef looked at a loss when he heard that Song Mingyi was going to take Lu Yimo to cook.
"This... this can't be done. What if I hurt the young master?"
"No, I will be very careful about him."
Lu Yimo: "Don't worry, I will be very careful."
With that said, Lu Yimo took the initiative to pick up the dish and imitate Song Mingyi's example of removing some parts, not to mention it was very stylish.
Song Mingyi praised: "You did a great job. Mo Mo, you are very smart."
Lu Yimo's little face lit up, and his big eyes flashed with joy.
Song Mingyi observed Lu Yimo's complexion. He had a weak spleen and stomach and didn't want to eat, so he made him Sishen Soup, and then made some delicious side dishes.
"Eat quickly and taste the fruits of our labor."
Xiao Min, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but shook her head when she heard this. The young lady was wasting her efforts. She had thought of many ways to let the young master take another bite.
Then, Lu Yimo took a big mouthful of porridge: "Wow, it's delicious. Mommy, your cooking is great."
"It's Mo Mo who cooperated well."
"Can I help you next time?"
"good."
When Lu Yimo saw Song Mingyi agreeing, every strand of his hair was jumping for joy.
At this time, Mrs. Lu hurried back with Aunt Qian.
"Mo Mo, grandma is here to have dinner with you..." Before she could finish her words, her face was filled with shock.
She saw Lu Yimo, who never liked eating, sitting at the dining table and eating.
When Lu Yimo saw Mrs. Lu coming, he said hello and said, "Mom made me Sishen soup and a lot of dishes. It's very delicious."
As he said that, he took a big bite of eggplant.
Mrs. Lu's eyes swept across the dining table. She was knowledgeable and knew that the meals Song Mingyi cooked were good for the spleen and stomach.
The expression on her face suddenly softened: "Mingyi, you are serious."
Song Mingyi respectfully said: "This is what I should do."
Mrs. Lu was even more satisfied and suddenly said: "Did you major in fashion design in college?"
"yes."
"Have you ever thought about going out to work? If you are willing, I will help you arrange a position in Lu's Design Department. If you are not willing..."
"I do." Song Mingyi agreed immediately and looked at Mrs. Lu sincerely: "Thank you very much."
"It's just a matter of words. As a newcomer, your new position won't be too high, so you have to be prepared."
"I know you are doing this for my own good."
Mrs. Lu was very satisfied with Song Mingyi's attitude.
Mrs. Lu was very efficient and quickly arranged Song Mingyi's work.
The next day, Song Mingyi went to Lu's.
Her marriage to Lu Shenxing would not last long. In order to be clean in the future, she asked the driver of the Lu family to drop her off at an intersection ahead of time and walk to Lu's.
As soon as she arrived at Lu's, she saw Lu's executives standing on both sides of the door.
"Mr. Lu will be arriving at the company soon. Everyone, be prepared."
As soon as he finished speaking, a long motorcade drove over and stopped at Lu's door.
Soon, the black Bugatti Veyron opened. Yan Zheng quickly stepped forward and put the wheelchair down. Lu Shenxing supported it with his arms and sat in the wheelchair.
Different from the embarrassing fall before, Lu Shenxing was very stable this time. He was obviously sitting in a wheelchair with poor legs, but he had the calm and strong aura of a strong man in his every move.
Some of Lu's little girls couldn't help but scream excitedly, saying random things about how handsome they are, and how Mr. Lu feels so good in a wheelchair.
Song Mingyi's brows frowned.
She had checked Lu Shenxing's pulse before. Although he was awake now, his physical condition was not optimistic, and he could not take charge of such a large Lu family with so much energy.
Logically speaking, the doctors around Lu Shenxing would have warned him, but if he persisted in doing so, he was asking for it.
It's hard to persuade the devil who is looking for death with good words, so she doesn't need to be too fussy.
Song Mingyi's eyebrows were indifferent, and she was about to turn around and go to the design department when she felt a strong force coming from behind her. She rushed forward uncontrollably, and then, under the spotlight of everyone, she threw herself into the arms of Lu Shenxing in the wheelchair.
This turn of events shocked everyone, and the accompanying bodyguards immediately stood up and surrounded them, as if Song Mingyi's slightest move would kill her.
"Misunderstanding, I'm an employee of Lu's." Song Mingyi wanted to raise her head to explain, but a sharp pain came from her scalp. She was pulled back violently, and her cheek was buried in the man's abdomen again.
"What are you doing?" Lu Shenxing's face turned dark instantly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"I'm sorry. Your zipper got stuck in my hair. I'll be fine soon." Song Mingyi pulled hard, but the more she panicked, the tighter her hair became and she couldn't untie it.
Every time she exerts force, her pretty face will rub against her.
The veins on Lu Shenxing's forehead collapsed, and he looked extremely ugly. He yelled in a low voice: "Stupid woman, don't move anymore!"
Song Mingyi's movements also stopped suddenly.
She also felt Lu Shenxing's reaction, the kind of reaction that men are good at.
The next second, her face turned the color of pig liver. She had never experienced such a social scene since she was a child.
Just when Song Mingyi was thinking about violently ripping off Lu Shenxing's pants, her waist was suddenly buckled.
Just when Song Mingyi was about to struggle, she heard Lu Shenxing's threat: "If you want to die, just keep moving!"
As expected, Song Mingyi's movements stopped, and then she was put into the man's arms in a strange posture and taken away by him.
