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"Have some self-respect." Lu Bozhou's voice was indifferent, showing neither joy nor anger.

Xu Yawei showed no disappointment, still smiling charmingly, "It's just a normal courtesy, Bozhou, you're being too sensitive."

"You'd better be," Lu Bozhou said calmly, "Xu Yawei, what are you doing back in China?"

Hearing Lu Bozhou's words, Xu Yawei was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Didn't I say? I came back to help you."

Lu Bozhou chuckled lightly, repeating his previous statement, "You'd better be."

Whether it was her imagination or not, Xu Yawei felt that his chuckle sounded like a mocking laugh.

Xu Yawei asked in a low voice, "Bo Zhou, are you still blaming me?"

Lu Bozhou didn't speak, he just stared at her.

Xu Yawei felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by his deep eyes.

Then a smile appeared on Lu Bozhou's handsome face.

"How could that be? I've never blamed you, and I never will."

He has always been expressionless, and smiles are even rarer.

Seeing the smile bloom on his face, Xu Yawei was somewhat surprised, "Really?"

"Really? So can I go now?" Lu Bozhou asked.

Xu Yawei then took a step back and opened the car door, saying, "Goodnight."

The smile on Lu Bozhou's face vanished instantly, as quickly as if it had never existed.

The car window rolled up, revealing only his indifferent profile as he said to the driver, "Drive."

The car started smoothly and drove off.

Lu Bozhou made a phone call to Song Xun.

"Is everything arranged?" Lu Bozhou asked calmly.

"Everything's arranged. She can come to the company anytime," Song Xun replied, then added with some concern, "But Boss, do we really have to do this?"

“Otherwise what?” Lu Bozhou’s voice carried a chilling warmth. “I don’t want to be manipulated all the time. If anyone tries to manipulate me again, I’ll chop off their hand.”

"Should we inform Madam as well?" Song Xun asked again.

The driver saw in the rearview mirror that the BOSS's usually sharp and stern eyes now looked so intimidating that it was almost impossible to breathe.

But I don't know what Assistant Song said on the other end of the phone, because the BOSS's expression softened a lot, probably because of the contrast with his previous stern and sharp demeanor.

Looking at him in the rearview mirror, the driver felt that the expression in his eyes and brows was incredibly gentle.

"No." Lu Bozhou's voice softened. "She's been in danger twice already. Telling her won't do any good; it will only scare her."

Although Song Xun thought this made sense, he also felt that there was something vaguely wrong with it.

However, you have to listen to whoever is the boss.

But Song Xun felt that Lu Bozhou should also know that those things were inappropriate.

He heard Lu Bozhou sigh softly on the other end of the line, muttering to himself, "I'll go and apologize after everything is settled."

As the car approached home, Song Xun reported the upcoming itinerary to Lu Bozhou.

"Tomorrow's itinerary..." Song Xun's words were cut short.

Lu Bozhou said in a deep voice, "Quit tomorrow."

“I know, it’s already been vacant. Do you need me to order flowers for you?” Song Xun asked.

"Yes, and there's cake too." Lu Bozhou's voice lowered.

It was already very late when I got home.

Lu Bozhou didn't go inside, but walked into the yard and looked at the lush roses that covered the trellis.

He stood there, motionless, like a silent tombstone.

After a long while, he gently reached out and stroked among the flowers and buds.

The voice was low and deep.

Suppressing a deep sadness, it was like a weeping without tears, as if I would never be happy again.

"Another year has passed." Lu Bozhou's voice was hoarse. "Happy birthday, my wife."

He lit a cigarette, sat down in front of the rose bush, and sat quietly for the entire night.

Jiang Mian doesn't remember how long she cried, but it must have been quite a while.

So she slept soundly while holding her son, completely unaware whether Lu Bozhou had returned or not.

I woke up quite late the next morning.

When she woke up, Lu Chaochi was no longer in bed.

When Jiang Mian got up, she saw that Lu Chaochi had already prepared breakfast in the restaurant.

Her eyes lit up with surprise and she was deeply moved.

"Boiled eggs and toast are both very easy to make, I can do them too. Mianmian, eat up!"

Jiang Mian sat down and saw the portion in front of her and the portion in front of him.

There's one more.

Jiang Mian glanced casually towards the master bedroom. "Your dad's back?"

Lu Chaochi nodded with a somewhat bitter expression, "I came back last night, but I wasn't in the master bedroom."

"Where is it?" Jiang Mian asked.

Lu Chaochi sighed, "Either keep him on the third floor, or lock him up in the study."

"Locked up?" Jiang Mian asked, puzzled.

Lu Chaochi's sighing attitude also piqued her curiosity.

"Yes, he has a few days each year when he's not in good condition, and he often locks himself up for a whole day. Sometimes he can even lock himself up for several days."

Jiang Mian was stunned, even more confused. Why was this happening? Had she started her period?

Lu Chaochi hesitated, as if he didn't know whether he should tell Jiang Mian these things, so he hesitated to speak.

But after hesitating for a moment, he spoke up, “I heard from Uncle Song that it’s my mother’s birthday, death anniversary, and their wedding anniversary.”

Upon hearing this, there was a clanging sound!

Jiang Mian's spoon slipped from her hand and fell into the plate.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she quickly calculated today's date.

It dawned on me—yes, today…is her birthday.

Lu Bozhou rarely came to her birthday celebrations before, but he never stopped sending her gifts.

She has so many top-tier skincare products that she can't use them all; she gets a new Birkin bag a year for those with rare skin; and she also owns complete sets of jewelry designed by designers from who-knows-where.

But he rarely comes.

To be honest, if Jiang Mian didn't love him, she could have lived a very good life.

If you post it online, countless people will probably be envious.

How rare and precious is a husband who is never home on time, but who always sends money and buys luxury gifts on time.

But she loved. So all of this became unspeakable grievances, and even when she posted them online, people would only criticize her for being ungrateful.

"Today is my mom's birthday, which is her death anniversary. Dad probably isn't feeling well, Mianmian, just don't worry about him, he'll come out on his own when he's had enough."

Jiang Mian didn't care, regardless of the fact that he didn't want to see anyone because of her birthday, as if he were incredibly devoted.

Just thinking about Xu Yawei's voice on the phone, like a nightmare, is unbearable.

Jiang Mian felt very cold inside, unable to feel any warmth at all.

After breakfast, she put the clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine.

She unfolded Lu Bozhou's shirt, which he had changed out of, and was about to put it in the washing machine when she suddenly paused.

A striking red flashed into Jiang Mian's eyes, right at her collar.

A bright red lip print was left on the collar, and in the scent of ebony, there was also a faint hint of golden party perfume.

The scent of Hsu Ya-Wei's perfume.