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The next morning, Lu Bozhou was no longer by his side.

Jiang Mian rubbed her eyes and went downstairs, only to find that he was no longer at home.

"It's only a few o'clock..." Jiang Mian muttered.

"Good morning, Madam, it's 8:30." Song Xun's voice came from the entrance hall.

"Good morning, Assistant Song. Are you here to pick up Lu Bozhou?"

"President Lu has arrived at the company." Song Xun placed the things he was carrying on the dining table.

Jiang Mian's eyes widened. "8:30?"

It's only 8:30, and that man is already at the company?

“Yes.” Song Xun’s eyes were helpless. “He can rest a bit at the hospital. But he can’t sit still at home.”

Song Xun took the contents of the bag out; they were all ingredients that the family was missing.

But Jiang Mian didn't have time to come over and help right away.

Instead, he fell into deep thought because of what Song Xun had just said.

"You can't sit still at home?" Jiang Mian looked at Song Xun. "Why?"

Song Xun glanced at Jiang Mian, hesitating as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

But he still spoke up, "The former mistress..." Song Xun thought for a moment and changed his words, "After the young master's mother passed away, Bo Zhou couldn't stay there much after returning."

Jiang Mian was taken aback by these words.

She thought that even before she passed away, Lu Bozhou wouldn't have been able to stay long if he came back.

Why did Song Xun make it sound like Lu Bozhou couldn't go home because she died?

Jiang Mian almost laughed. Was that man really that sad about her death? Or...?

"Does he think it's unlucky if someone has died there?" Jiang Mian asked hesitantly.

After listening, Song Xun laughed helplessly. He had originally wanted to explain things to Lu Bozhou.

But then I thought about it again and realized that I should explain Bo Zhou's complicated feelings for his ex-wife to his current wife.

It doesn't seem quite right no matter how you look at it.

So Song Xun didn't say anything more, and after tidying up the ingredients, he took his leave.

Since Jiang Mian had nothing else to do, she prepared a lot of delicious food.

I baked cookies, cakes, and bread.

I turned on the oven three or four times throughout the morning. While waiting for the food to bake, I also made four dishes and a soup.

The coconut-cooked black-boned chicken was incredibly sweet and delicious, and since the skin was removed, it wasn't greasy at all.

Of the four dishes, one was a cold dish and three were hot dishes.

Pack the four dishes into two four-layer lunch boxes, then use two double-layer insulated containers, with soup in the bottom layer and rice in the top layer.

After everything was prepared, and the baked cookies, cakes, and bread were at the right temperature, they were put into a sealed bag.

It was still divided into several portions.

Jiang Mian looked at the huge pile on the table and couldn't help but sigh.

After thinking for a moment, I made a phone call to Song Xun.

Upon receiving Jiang Mian's call, Song Xun was somewhat surprised. "Madam? Is something the matter?"

"Are you busy?" Jiang Mian asked. "I'm sorry, I made some food and wanted to bring it over, but the mansion isn't very convenient to get to."

Jiang Mian's original idea was that, if possible, Song Xun should ask the driver to come and pick it up.

However, Song Xun did not understand her meaning. Hearing these words, he only thought that Jiang Mian was newly married.

Lu Bozhou was injured again. It was normal for her to want to cook some light dishes for her newlywed husband and bring them over.

Song Xun immediately replied, "Okay! I'll have the driver come pick you up right away!"

Jiang Mian stared blankly at the phone screen after the call ended.

"Oh no... I didn't say I was going over there..." she muttered to herself.

Dingsheng Group, President's Office.

The man sitting in the high-end leather chair had a furrowed brow and a hint of pain in his expression.

"Boss, are you alright?" Song Xun came in just in time to see and quickly asked.

"It's nothing." Lu Bozhou stretched his neck slightly.

"Take a rest. You really need to rest more right now," Song Xun said. "Your wife is coming over to bring you lunch, so you can eat and then rest."

Upon hearing Song Xun's words, the man's arm, which he had been gently moving, suddenly froze in mid-air.

"Is Jiang Mian coming?"

Lu Bozhou's voice was low and hoarse.

"Yes, she said the mansion is inconvenient to get to, so I asked Lao Qian to pick her up."

“Let Lao Qian…” Lu Bozhou hesitated for a few seconds, then continued, “drive that orange one.”

……

Jiang Mian was carrying large and small bags, waiting for the car to arrive in front of the yard, her mind wandering absentmindedly.

Until the sound of an engine came from afar.

Jiang Mian raised her eyes, and her gaze suddenly stopped.

She stared intently at the car driving towards her.

The streamlined body is a beautiful orange color.

It looked spotless, and the windowpanes were sparkling clean.

The tiny rhinestones she had personally glued onto the edge of the car logo are still there.

It looks exactly the same as I remember it; it feels as if this car has traveled through countless years to come.

Jiang Mian was stunned for a moment.

"Madam? Madam!" Old Qian called her twice.

Jiang Mian finally came to her senses and said, "Ah, thank you."

Old Qian helped her move her things into the car.

Jiang Mian got into the car.

The interior of the car was still the same, and the rabbit head gear shift cover was still the same one she had chosen back then.

The aromatherapy diffuser was still in the same spot, and even the scent of the diffuser was the one she liked.

Sitting in this car, I really felt like I had traveled through time... no, or rather, I had the illusion that time had never gone far.

Jiang Mian remained silent on the way to Dingsheng.

Song Xun was waiting downstairs, and as soon as the car stopped, he came over and opened the car door for her.

"Madam," Song Xun greeted her politely.

Before he could say anything more, a four-layer lunchbox, a thermos, and a large bag were all stuffed into his hands.

"This is……"

"Four dishes and a soup, take them upstairs. The bag contains some cookies and bread that I baked, you can try them."

Hearing Jiang Mian's words, Song Xun understood what she meant. "Aren't you going up to have dinner with the BOSS?"

"No, I have other places to go." Jiang Mian smiled. "Thank you for your help."

Song Xun carried his things upstairs and sighed softly in the elevator.

Yes, she is Jiang Mian, not Jiang Mian.

I doubt anyone will ever again prepare food like Jiang Mian did, waiting expectantly in the lobby for an hour or two.

Just so she could have a meal with Lu Bozhou.

When Song Xun walked into the office, Lu Bozhou stood up from his leather chair and said, "Let's eat in the reception room."

Song Xun felt that it shouldn't be his imagination; the BOSS's tone sounded rather cheerful.

But when the man looked up, he saw Song Xun carrying large and small bags.

Lu Bozhou's gaze stopped, then moved on.

But no one else could be seen behind Song Xun.

The previously lighthearted tone seemed to instantly become flat.

The calm was so obvious that it even seemed somewhat...dead still.

There wasn't even the slightest inflection in his voice.

"Where is she?"