reignition

Jiang Yu probably realized that it wasn't appropriate to keep talking about Lu Bozhou's ex-wife in front of his current wife.

Although Jiang Yu had many guesses in his mind, he also knew how absurd those guesses were.

He apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Jiang Mian didn't seem to care. She said in a low voice, "I'm tough because I don't care."

Jiang Mian looked at Jiang Yu, "Your sister must have cared a lot back then. The more someone cares, the more careful they become. Those who are overly cautious are more easily bullied."

She speaks of it so lightly now, but this is actually a truth she failed to grasp in her past life.

Jiang Yu sighed, "Yeah, she cares too much. I really don't know what she cares about. Lu Bozhou is a scoundrel, and the Lu family is full of scoundrels. There's not a single one of them worth looking at."

Jiang Mian bit her lip gently, trying her best to suppress the smile on her lips.

I suddenly started to miss the happy times when I used to chat with my younger brother at night and talk badly about other people.

It's often said that the best relationships are those where you can talk badly about others together.

But even if Jiang Yu wanted to say bad things about the Lu family back then, she would always persuade him against it, not because she felt particularly sorry for the Lu family.

I just felt that Xiao Yu was getting angrier and angrier the more he talked, the more he would just drive himself crazy.

At this moment, she felt it wasn't appropriate to speak ill of Jiang Yu, and she vaguely felt a little regretful.

Jiang Yu escorted them to the mansion.

He handed her another bag.

"This is?"

"My mom packed these fennel dumplings for you in a dumpling box because she saw you really liked them. You can freeze them and cook them yourself whenever you want."

Jiang Yu handed the box to her again, "Oh, and there's also some of the cabbage and pork filling that Xiao Chi likes, I packed some over too."

Jiang Mian's eyes welled up with tears. "...Thank you, please thank her for me."

"It's nothing." Jiang Yu waved his hand. "Then I'll be going now."

But seeing Lu Chaochi sleeping soundly, she felt somewhat helpless and still helped her carry the child into the house.

Jiang Yu couldn't stay in the room any longer; after being taken inside, he had to leave immediately.

He couldn't stay here; he always felt that his sister's shadow still lingered in this house.

Jiang Mian watched him leave as if he were fleeing, guessed the reason, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Lu Chaochi was sleeping soundly and didn't wake up.

Jiang Mian covered him with a blanket, then came out of the room and went to freeze the dumplings.

I was just about to go back to my son's room to watch over him as he slept, but as I passed by on the stairs...

Jiang Mian gently bit her lip and couldn't help but look towards the stairs.

She tried hard not to think too much, but she couldn't help but keep looking towards the stairs.

No one is home right now.

It was just her and Lu Chaochi, and Lu Chaochi was already fast asleep, so the bodyguards wouldn't come into the house.

Aunt Lu is no longer in this house.

Almost, meaning completely undefended.

Third floor...

Jiang Mian hesitated for a long time at the top of the stairs, and then finally couldn't hold back.

I walked up step by step.

We soon arrived at the entrance to the third floor.

Unlike last time when the door was deliberately opened.

Right now, the door on the third floor is closed, and not only closed...

Jiang Mian frowned deeply as she looked at the electronic combination lock on the door.

That man actually installed a combination lock on the third floor.

Jiang Mian gently bit her lip and reached out to touch the combination lock panel.

The panel lit up quickly, the digital panel flashing blue light.

Jiang Mian pondered for a moment, then tried entering her birthday into the input field.

An error message appeared very quickly.

Jiang Mian thought for a moment, then entered her death anniversary, since this place contained her belongings.

If the password is the anniversary of her death, that would make perfect sense, wouldn't it?

But it still shows an error message.

Jiang Mian didn't know what would happen if she made three mistakes in a row, but she was much more careful when she entered the code for the third time.

Although she thought it was unlikely, she still pressed the numbers one by one.

The next second, with a click, the combination lock opened!

Password... correct?

Jiang Mian stared blankly at the combination lock panel.

What she just typed in was their wedding anniversary.

It's called an anniversary, but it's really just the day we got married.

We've been married for five years and haven't celebrated a single anniversary, so it can't really be considered an anniversary.

She decided to try anything, and the number she randomly picked actually came back right!

Jiang Mian looked at the door, which was already ajar.

I hadn't thought of it at first, but after successfully opening the door using the date of our wedding anniversary.

Jiang Mian inexplicably felt that this door was like a gaping maw of an abyss, waiting to devour her.

Jiang Mian stood still for a long time before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

She gently pressed the switch.

The warm-colored lights illuminated the space inside the room.

There wasn't much difference from when I came in last time; everything inside looked familiar.

Her dressing table, and even her skincare and makeup products, remain exactly as they were, as if their positions had never changed.

The books she had read were still on her desk in the same state, and even the pages she had turned to were exactly the same.

Although she had a similar feeling last time, it was too rushed, so before she could even process it, she was already captured by Lu Bozhou.

Now, she has enough time to feel.

Jiang Mian felt as if she had traversed countless years to stand here.

She stood silently for a moment before gradually regaining her ability to move.

She took a deep breath, walked to the side, squatted down, and pulled open a bedside table drawer.

In that bedside table, there were some instruction manuals for her, as she had a habit of keeping the instruction manuals and warranty cards for appliances together.

in case the emergency.

But for someone like Lu Bozhou, there's never a time when things are unavoidable; if something breaks, he just replaces it. Warranty coverage is largely irrelevant.

And among the instruction manuals and warranty cards in this pile of sealed bags were the bank accounts she had once opened.

That was her savings from her past life, money she had saved herself, money she planned to use to raise her child and be a hot mom after divorcing Lu Bozhou.

Lu Bozhou probably doesn't know about this account; apart from Gong Yan, no one else should know about it.

She didn't think Lu Bozhou would be so idle as to close her account. He wouldn't even care about that little bit of money.

Jiang Mian bit her lip. She figured that if she used the password, she could slowly and gradually withdraw the money from the account.

She took her card out of the sealed bag and put the others back as they were.

Then, Jiang Mian found something else in the bedside table.

She was stunned.

It was her own phone, but that wasn't enough to surprise her.

To her surprise, she casually pressed the lock screen button.

The screen actually... lit up?

It's been so long, five years!

Her phone still had power!

This certainly couldn't be a ghost story.

The answer is simple: someone has been consistently charging her phone.

Although I don't know what the meaning is, I've persisted.