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“I…” Jiang Mian bit her tongue sharply.

A somewhat strained smile appeared on his face as he continued, "How could that be? I grew up in Lixian County."

"Is that so?" the man said calmly, his tone seemingly ordinary, as if he had no doubts.

But Jiang Mian sensed something that made her nervous.

It was this nervousness that made her more composed, no longer unable to control her emotions and expressions due to the familiarity of returning to a familiar place.

After entering the residential area, Lu Bozhou drove very slowly.

We can already see the villa where my parents live; we're almost there.

Jiang Mian's fingers smoothly landed on the seatbelt buckle and pressed it down.

But at the very moment the button was pressed!

She was shocked!

No, that's not right.

I shouldn't have known we were almost there!

How could Jiang Mian know where Jiang Mian's parents lived?

If you didn't know you were almost there, why did you unbuckle your seatbelt?

Jiang Mian's back was sweating a little, and the only thing she was glad about was that she was sitting in the back seat.

Lu Bozhou was in the driver's seat, so he probably wouldn't have noticed her much.

Jiang Mian remained silent, not daring to fasten the seatbelt back into the buckle, for fear of making a sound.

Keep your hand on the seatbelt buckle and try to make your movements look casual and natural.

Then he raised his head.

As soon as I looked up, my gaze met the man's eyes looking back in the rearview mirror.

Profound and deep.

It's as if they can see through everything and understand everything.

This made Jiang Mian a little uneasy.

Fortunately, my parents' home is indeed closer now.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the courtyard gate.

"We're here, get off the car."

Upon hearing Lu Bozhou's voice.

Jiang Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief and unbuckled her seatbelt.

He took out the large and small bags from the back seat.

Lu Bozhou rang the doorbell, then turned around and helped her unload the large and small bags.

Jiang Mian felt a little worried when she thought about her parents' emotional state that day.

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate? I'll just take it myself," Jiang Mian said.

"What's wrong with that?" Lu Bozhou said calmly, avoiding her outstretched hand.

“I’m worried they’ll be angry if they see you helping me.”

After witnessing her parents' emotions that day, Jiang Mian felt that her parents seemed to be in a state of indignation on behalf of Jiang Mian.

I wonder if her parents would feel resentful if they saw how good Lu Bozhou was to her.

Do you ever think, "If she gets such good treatment, why shouldn't my daughter?"

Lu Bozhou glanced at her sideways and said, "It has nothing to do with that."

"what?"

“They will be angry, and it has nothing to do with anything else but me.”

Lu Bozhou spoke calmly, as if he had long been aware of and fully accepted this fact.

“If I come, they will get angry. If I don’t come, they will get angry. If I come with you, they will get angry.”

Lu Bozhou explained the essence of the matter very clearly: "What they dislike is me as a person, nothing more."

Hearing his words, Jiang Mian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Just then, a cold voice came from inside the courtyard gate, "Heh, you're quite self-aware."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard gate slowly opened.

Jiang Yu stood inside the door, no longer dressed or looking as elegant and dashing as he had in Gong Yan's office.

He was dressed casually, in clothes that even looked somewhat like home clothes.

Standing inside the courtyard gate.

Her posture and gaze clearly and undisguised revealed her disgust for Lu Bozhou.

Jiang Yu frowned and said, "My parents only said that Jiang Mian would come to pick you up. What are you doing here?"

Lu Bozhou ignored him completely, carrying large and small bags, and squeezed past Jiang Yu.

"You...!" Jiang Yu glared at him coldly, almost ready to attack.

But as soon as I raised my hand, it was grasped by a soft, slightly cool hand.

Jiang Yu was taken aback and looked down at her.

Jiang Mian's gaze softened, and she smiled a little embarrassedly. "I'm sorry, President Jiang, it's me. I was a little nervous, so Lu Bozhou came with me."

Hearing Jiang Mian's words, Jiang Yu scoffed, "What do you have to be nervous about?"

Upon hearing Jiang Yu's words, Jiang Mian felt even more uneasy.

She always felt that Jiang Yu might have some suspicions about her identity.

If that's true, then could the second half of his sentence just now be... 'What are you so nervous about? It's not like you've never been here before'?

Why be nervous about going home?

Jiang Mian's heart pounded, and she quickly said, "I'm new here and I'm afraid of offending anyone, so Lu Bozhou..."

Jiang Yu chuckled, "Then you really picked the right person, to have Lu Bozhou take the fall. A wise choice."

Jiang Yu took the two insulated buckets from her.

"Let me get this for you. What is it?" Jiang Yu asked.

"The soups are Sichuan lovage fish head soup and lily bulb, jujube and pork lung soup."

Jiang Mian followed him inside.

"Can I drink it?" Jiang Yu asked.

“Of course, I stewed a lot.” Jiang Mian nodded.

There is a very subtle defect in the steps ahead, which can easily cause people to slip if they are not paying attention, although they are unlikely to fall.

However, the sudden slip and fall can be quite startling, and in severe cases, it can even lead to a twisted ankle.

As if it were some kind of muscle memory, Jiang Mian habitually hopped a little at the gap in the steps.

Just then, Jiang Yu spoke up to remind her, "Be careful, these steps..."

But before he could even warn her, he saw Jiang Mian take a small hop.

The gap in the steps has been perfectly avoided.

Jiang Mian's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't dare turn around to see what Jiang Yu's expression was.

She quickly composed herself and said hastily, "...There's a vacancy, right? I see."

"Is that so?" Jiang Yu's voice seemed to drift away.

Jiang Mian dared not speculate on what emotions he was feeling at that moment.

Upon entering the house.

Then they heard Song Wan's cold laughter from inside, "Heh, do you think I need your food? Who are you trying to impress with all these bags of stuff? Lu Bozhou, we don't need you!"

Although Jiang Mian had somewhat guessed that this would be the outcome.

But without even a minute's buffer, the tension escalated immediately upon first meeting.

She really didn't expect it.

Lu Chaochi tried to persuade her from the side, "Grandma—"

Lu Chaochi drawled out his words, clearly trying to sound coquettish, "Please don't be angry."

Lu Chaochi was only thinking about quickly reconciling his father and maternal grandparents' relationship, otherwise he would feel too uncomfortable being caught in the middle.

But Lu Chaochi never dreamed that his father was someone he couldn't control.

It's too much to carry, it's too much to carry.

Lu Bozhou's expression remained unchanged, indifferent to the point of being cold.

He glanced at the large and small food containers in his hands.

"Oh, you mean these? I didn't bring them. Nor were they made for you to eat."

Lu Chaochi: "..."