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Why would I need a stand-in for Jiang Mian?

Jiang Mian stood in the corner and heard everything clearly.

It was as if every inch of mockery and sarcasm in Lu Bozhou's expression could be clearly seen.

"you……!"

It can only be said that Lu Bozhou really knows how to provoke others; with just one sentence, he made Jiang Yu furious.

If Song Xun hadn't stopped him, Jiang Yu probably would have charged forward again.

Jiang Mian stood in the corner; she knew why Jiang Yu was so angry.

Even if others couldn't understand it, she could, and Jiang Yu could naturally understand the implied meaning behind Lu Bozhou's words.

Why would I need to find a stand-in for Jiang Mian?

Jiang Mian was just a stand-in.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at Lu Bozhou.

"That's true. When my sister was alive, everything about her was great, but her judgment was terrible."

"Since my sister is irrelevant to you, could you please stop using her to create your ridiculous 'deeply affectionate' persona?"

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, he turned around and left, not even bothering to wait for the elevator, and rushed straight into the emergency staircase.

Jiang Mian realized she had been watching the commotion for too long and quickly slipped away.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too long for the elevator. She quickly got in, head down.

The moment the elevator doors closed, she looked up slightly, only to find herself facing the man's deep eyes outside the elevator.

But it only lasted a moment; the elevator doors closed quickly.

Jiang Mian was somewhat dazed. As the elevator rapidly descended, she kept wondering if what she had just experienced was a hallucination...

Otherwise, why would there be a hint of pain in those deep eyes the moment the elevator doors closed?

But Jiang Mian didn't have time to think much about it; the elevator stopped after going down only two floors.

The elevator doors opened, and a somewhat dejected figure walked in.

It's Jiang Yu!

Jiang Mian quickly and silently took a step back, lowering her head.

She only slightly raised her head, preparing to leave, when the elevator reached the first floor.

But as soon as she raised her head slightly, she met Jiang Yu's eyes.

He stood in front of Jiang Mian, his eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at her.

Jiang Mian's heart was pounding, and she even held her breath.

"...Excuse me, I'm in a hurry," Jiang Mian said softly. "Could you let me through?"

She thought Jiang Yu would say something, but he didn't.

Jiang Yu simply stared at her for a moment before stepping away.

Jiang Mian felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly stepped out of the elevator.

After leaving the Dingsheng Building.

Perhaps it was because the sun was too strong, or perhaps it was because they had witnessed Jiang Yu confronting Lu Bozhou.

Jiang Mian felt her eyes getting hot.

Five years had passed, and she thought everything was over.

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of my family, nothing is in the past. It has never been in the past, nor can it ever be.

……

Jiang Mian was unaware that after she left the Dingsheng Building...

Jiang Yu did not get out of the elevator, but instead took it to the nineteenth floor.

Seeing him leave and then return, the receptionist almost cried, "Young Master Jiang, you..."

Why are you here again?

The receptionist kept the rest of her sentence stuck in her throat.

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. "I have a question for you."

"What?" The receptionist seemed somewhat surprised, after all, every time this person came, it was either to cause trouble for the boss or to wait to cause trouble for the boss.

"What kind of cake did you just order? Or what? Where did you order it from?" Jiang Yu asked.

The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "Oh, that's what it is. Please wait a moment!"

The receptionist quickly found the phone number for the cake order and gave it to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu then turned and left.

Jiang Mian was unaware of these things; she was still feeling somewhat sad because of what had happened earlier.

But the truth is, if you're busy enough, it's hard to find time to be sentimental.

After leaving Dingsheng, it was soon time for dinner.

There are many people working overtime in the CBD, and orders suddenly increased, keeping Jiang Mian extremely busy.

The initial sadness was quickly overshadowed by the repeated announcements such as "You have a new order, please process it promptly" and "Your order will expire in five minutes."

When I got home in the evening, took a shower, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and fell asleep immediately. I didn't have time to think about anything else.

Jiang Mian's life is busy and regular, but she has yet to receive a response regarding her application to be Xiao Shitou's nanny.

Jiang Mian gave herself a deadline: if she didn't get a reply by the end of the week, she would call Song Xun again to ask.

She knew she was being a bit persistent, but if it were anything else, she would let it go.

When it comes to her son, she'll pester him relentlessly, no matter what.

But before that, another new situation arose.

That afternoon, she stared blankly at the orders in her hand.

"Send...to Jiangyuan Group?" Jiang Mian murmured.

The proprietress nodded and said, "Yes, a big client. Please, I've placed so many orders these past few days, every single day. I think it's for the company employees' afternoon tea perk, what a great perk... tsk... my pastries aren't cheap."

"Ah, okay, don't worry." Jiang Mian put the packaged pastries into her delivery box and then securely tied it to the back of her electric scooter.

But there were quite a lot, and she probably bumped into some of them when she carried them upstairs.

There was a box of cupcake cream that had gotten smeared onto the lid.

When the receptionist who helped sign for the package saw it, she frowned and said, "Oh dear, this is all covered in grease! This won't do, will it?"

Jiang Mian rubbed her hands together and quickly bowed her head to apologize, "I'm sorry, there were quite a lot, so I might have been careless when I was handling them..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was impatiently interrupted by the other person.

"Doesn't a larger quantity mean more profit? Is it unfair to you to have a larger quantity? How can you eat it when it's all burnt like this?"

Jiang Mian pursed her lips; she knew she was indeed in the wrong.

Although the other party's words were unpleasant, no matter how much money was involved, it wouldn't end up in her pocket.

She only received the delivery fee.

But in the service industry... what human rights do they have?

"I'm so sorry, so sorry. How about you check how much this box costs, and I'll compensate you?" Jiang Mian said.

The other person's gaze was somewhat offensive, almost as if it were saying, 'Can you afford to pay for this?'

Of course, it's not that they can't afford to pay compensation. In fact, many food delivery workers and couriers don't necessarily earn less than receptionists in office buildings.

But some people just don't seem to have enough respect for manual laborers.

Jiang Mian pursed her lips and waited silently for the other party's response.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

"I ordered these things to treat you, and you're acting all high and mighty? You think the food is burnt and inedible? Fine, then you don't have to eat it."

He reached out and took the box of mushy cream from the receptionist, then handed it to Jiang Mian, saying, "Here, have some."