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"Hey, Zhizhi, who is this...?"

Pei Jin entered the room and bumped into Shen Haozhi, blinking curiously at him.

Shen Haozhi was also looking at Pei Jin, a hint of surprise flashing between his brows.

Lu Zichuan's face was still gloomy because of Zhang Feng and Xu Zhesheng's appearance. He leaned against the shoe cabinet in the entryway, his long legs casually stretched out, holding a storage bag in his hand.

Upon seeing Shen Haozhi, he almost instinctively whispered, "Brother."

Pei Jin was also sizing up Shen Haozhi. From his facial features, one could vaguely see some resemblance to Shen Zhiyi. Both were extremely handsome, but Shen Haozhi's features were more angular, with high brow bones and a sharp, distinct jawline.

Perhaps because he has lived abroad for many years, his skin is several shades darker than the average person, with a healthy wheat color. His hair is cut very short, a buzz cut, and he looks quite tough. Standing there, he's like a wall, inexplicably making people feel at ease.

When he heard Lu Zichuan call Shen Haozhi "brother", his handsome brows immediately furrowed.

He had heard that Lu Zichuan had an older brother, the eldest son of the Lu family, who was in charge of the Lu Group and frequently appeared in the news. He recognized that face; it was clearly not the person in front of him.

He suppressed a laugh, leaned close to Lu Zichuan's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You call me 'brother' so naturally..."

Lu Zichuan's face remained expressionless, but his ears felt slightly hot.

He was indeed bewitched; his mouth acted faster than his brain, and he blurted out the name Shen Zhiyi had used before.

Pei Jin's reminder made her realize that she might have gone too far, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.

Fortunately, neither Shen Zhiyi nor Shen Haozhi seemed to notice the subtlety of this form of address.

Shen Zhiyi walked over and naturally introduced the two: "Pei Jin, this is my brother, my biological brother, Shen Haozhi. You can call him Haozhi-ge or ge."

She then turned to Shen Haozhi: "Brother, this is President Lu, Lu Zichuan. You've already met him before. This is President Lu's... friend, Pei Jin."

"Hello." Shen Haozhi nodded slightly to him.

Pei Jin quickly nodded, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Hello, Brother Haozhi. Just call me Xiao Pei or Xiao Jin. Zhizhi, don't always call me by my full name. It makes us seem too distant."

"Okay, Xiao Jin." Shen Zhiyi readily changed her tune, a smile curving her lips.

Just then, my phone vibrated with a "ding".

Shen Zhiyi picked it up and glanced at it: "The moving company's truck is downstairs."

"Let's go, let's move things." Shen Haozhi said, hoisting the largest cardboard box by the door and walking briskly towards the door.

Pei Jin, being sensible, picked up a lighter box and followed. The room suddenly fell silent, leaving only Shen Zhiyi and Lu Zichuan.

Lu Zichuan carried the last suitcase, while Shen Zhiyi pushed her suitcase and walked behind him. The two walked out of the elevator one after the other. The elevator was not spacious, and a subtle silence filled the air.

Shen Zhiyi felt a little awkward, but made conversation by saying, "Actually, none of you needed to come today. I really don't have much stuff..."

"Anyway, I have nothing to do," Lu Zichuan replied casually, his voice sounding particularly deep in the cramped elevator car.

"But... just now, was Xu Zhesheng still harassing you?" After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly spoke, his tone hesitant.

When this matter was mentioned, Shen Zhiyi's smile faded slightly.

She gave a soft "hmm," then, fearing the atmosphere would become too somber, she forced a relaxed smile: "But the harassment won't last long. I moved today, so they won't be able to find me. There are still seven days left in the divorce cooling-off period. Once those seven days are up, I'll have absolutely nothing to do with him anymore."

She clenched her fist, making a small punching motion, and said half-jokingly, "If he dares to bother me again, I'll find a new boyfriend and have him beat Xu Zhesheng out!"

Lu Zichuan tightened his grip on the things he was holding, his knuckles turning slightly white: "You're looking for a new boyfriend?"

"Yes." Shen Zhiyi smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I'm still so young. I can't just become a nun because I've been divorced once, can I? There are so many men in this world. I don't want to only date one. I'll learn from those scumbags and change them every month. I'll try all kinds of styles: the young, the fatherly, the ascetic... how great would that be?"

She spoke with great enthusiasm, as if she were truly envisioning a wonderful future.

She was in a good mood today because she was moving to a new house, and she even joked about herself, speaking without thinking.

But when she said these words, she had an innocent and longing look on her face, as if she was seriously planning her plan to hunt men.

Lu Zichuan's face turned dark instantly.

"Talk about so much?" He asked through gritted teeth, his voice low but carrying an undeniable chill.

Shen Zhiyi was still lost in her fantasy of expanding her sample size, completely oblivious to the strange behavior of the person beside her: "Yeah! Two-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are easy to find, right? I just think my judgment was bad before because I hadn't met enough men. Meimei said that you need a large enough sample to filter, so I need to expand my circle, meet more people, and then I can find a truly outstanding man, don't you think?"

Lu Zichuan's eyes were so deep they seemed to drip water.

In terms of excellence, which man in this world can surpass him?

He was standing right next to her, but she never even thought about him.

The tightness in his chest made it hard for him to breathe. He wanted nothing more than to smash the box in his hand on the ground or crush something to prove his existence.

But he couldn't. He was Lu Zichuan, the president of Jiangxing. He couldn't lose his composure in front of her, and he couldn't let her see that he cared.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and casual, yet tinged with a barely perceptible tension: "Only have preferences regarding type? Never thought about finding someone rich?"

But a hint of anticipation welled up in his heart. With money and power, who in the capital could compare to Lu Zichuan?

If she wants to find someone rich, isn't he the best choice?

Shen Zhiyi paused for two seconds without speaking, as if she was seriously considering the question, and then solemnly shook her head: "After I get 80% of Xu Zhesheng's property, I will be a little rich woman. Besides, I have my own job, so I don't need anyone to give me money."

"Moreover, I always feel more at ease spending money that I earn myself; other people's money has absolutely nothing to do with me."

She paused, then her tone became more serious: "When it comes to feelings, it's better to keep them pure."

After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, as if to express her determination.

Little did she know that Lu Zichuan's heart sank at her words, only to plummet back into his stomach.

If she doesn't care about money, then isn't his greatest advantage being negated by her with a nonchalant attitude?

It’s over.

The wealth and status that Lu Zichuan was so proud of were worthless to her.