Chapter 137: Grandpa Was Right

Lu Xiwán's lips were about to be worn raw from pleading, and only after finally breaking free from Fu Sijue did she hop out of the Fu Family Old Residence.

As soon as she stepped outside, Lu Xiwán hurriedly hailed a car and rushed to Yunsheng Studio.

The busy people in the studio were shocked to see Lu Xiwán, and when they saw her limping they quickly fetched a stool for her to sit.

Lu Xiwán quickly threw herself into work, revising their manuscript.

Before she had been busy long, someone patted Lu Xiwán's shoulder, and when she turned around she saw an angry Luo Zhou.

"You're already injured like this and still forcing yourself to come to the studio? Who in the industry doesn't know you're a work‑horse."

Luo Zhou, met by Lu Xiwán's innocent gaze, could not utter the reproach, and helplessly pulled a chair and sat opposite her.

Lu Xiwán knew he wasn't there to scold her, gave a natural smile, and refocused on the manuscript.

"Success isn't always guaranteed, and we've been preparing for so long; we can't let my slip ruin everyone's hard work."

Lu Xiwán didn't let it bother her.

Her injury was to her foot, not her brain, and she wasn't moving bricks on a construction site, so it wasn't much of a hindrance.

Luo Zhou sighed helplessly and snatched the pen from her hand.

"If your body is inconvenient, I'll assign this task to someone else."

Luo Zhou was still worried about Lu Xiwán's condition and hadn't expected her to take part in the design.

Lu Xiwán let out a light laugh, "You still don't understand me? I promised you long ago; I can't break my word."

The others in the office were busy, and Lu Xiwán felt embarrassed to slack off.

"Look, we're all working hard for our dreams; you forgot the promise you made to me."

She clearly remembered the agreement to make Yunsheng the best studio.

After saying that, Lu Xiwán no longer looked at Luo Zhou, focusing on revising the manuscript, busy to the point of being frazzled.

When lunchtime arrived, Lu Xiwán couldn't go out, so she simply stayed in the office and kept working.

Luo Zhou knew her character would never give up after a word or two, so he swallowed his advice.

"Have some soup; my aunt at home simmered it, it's good for your injury."

Luo Zhou placed the thermos he was holding on the table.

The aroma of pork‑trotter soup drifted through the air.

"That much?"

Luo Zhou fetched a bowl, filled it for her, and said, "Treat the form with the same form; you'll recover quickly."

Lu Xiwán: "I think I heard that last night; I'll just take some calcium tablets."

"What, do they no longer trust science now?"

Luo Zhou forced Lu Xiwán to drink two bowls before stopping, "There's some truth in what the ancestors said; we can't ignore it."

Lu Xiwán's burp was greasy, and she lacked the strength to refute Luo Zhou.

"If you let me eat something I like, it works far better than this."

Lu Xiwán lowered her gaze to the foot that could barely fit into a shoe.

Probably her ankle isn't healed yet, and even the plump Xi Xi can't recognize her.

That's so embarrassing.

"Alright, alright, look at you, still having the nerve to call Xi Xi a glutton, you're not far off yourself."

After all, you're blood‑related; even the personality is that similar.

Upon hearing that, Lu Xiwán felt a surge of energy for the work, brimming with drive.

By evening, the design drafts were more or less revised.

Lu Xiwán stretched lazily and gave Luo Zhou a slight smile.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to take me to the night market!"

Luo Zhou, dressed in an expensive custom suit, sat at a street stall, drawing an enormous number of glances.

Lu Xiwán was almost turned into a sieve by the surrounding envious stares.

"Looks like next time we go out together, I really should put makeup on you."