reignition

“I know, of course you don’t want to go to jail,” Lu Bozhou said calmly. “Who would want to go to jail?”

Hearing Lu Bozhou's words, Xu Yawei seemed to think there was a chance, but she wasn't sure if it was.

For a moment, I felt flustered and didn't know what to say.

After a moment, hesitantly asked, "Bo Zhou, do you need me... do you need me to do anything? As long as you let me go, as long as you forgive me this once, I can help you! Really!"

"Is that so?" Lu Bozhou was never interested in the bargaining chips and conditions that Xu Yawei could offer.

Any candy offered by the enemy could be poison.

Hearing the lack of interest in Lu Bozhou's voice, Xu Yawei panicked even more, fearing that Lu Bozhou didn't want to talk to her anymore.

He quickly said, "I have a lot of evidence of what Lu Bolin did! I can give you all of it! I was afraid he wouldn't marry me after it was all done! So I kept a lot of evidence in my hands. Bozhou, believe me, I can give you all of it!"

"Oh?" Lu Bozhou raised an eyebrow, seemingly finally showing some interest upon hearing this.

"Really, it's true, I'm not lying to you!" Xu Yawei said anxiously.

"Fine, then you can expose this evidence." Lu Bozhou was even unwilling to take on these things himself, which showed how wary he was of Xu Yawei.

Xu Yawei dared not refuse and readily agreed, "Okay! I promise you, I will expose everything. Bozhou, you must save me, even if it's just for the sake of our past relationship..."

Not long after the call ended, Song Xu and Song Xun arrived together.

Neither of them trusted Lu Bozhou much, probably because they were afraid he would exhaust himself at home.

Song Xu brought tetanus shots and anti-inflammatory injections, while Song Xun brought food.

Song Xu glanced at the thermometer. "Thirty-eight degrees, I knew it."

Song Xu gave him an anti-inflammatory injection and a tetanus shot, though she was annoyed.

Song Xun shoved a slice of pizza into Lu Bozhou's hand. "Eat it quickly."

Lu Bozhou stared at the pizza in his hand, but had no appetite and didn't make a move.

Song Xun had already guessed that this might happen, so he said, "I heard that Jiang Mian baked a pizza today, probably for the kids, a Hawaiian flavor. I specially bought the same one."

Lu Bozhou frowned, looked at him with suspicion, and took a small bite of the pizza.

The pineapple chunks on top are sweet and sour, which is indeed to Lu Chaochi's liking.

Lu Bozhou remained silent and slowly ate the slice of pizza, bite by bite.

Song Xu and Song Xun also learned from their conversation with Lu Bozhou that Xu Yawei had just called.

"She's really pushed me to the limit," Song Xu said.

Song Xun shrugged. "How can we not be anxious? So many fingers are pointing at her, and the Xu family is on the verge of collapse. They can't save her at all. With what she's got up to now, she's probably going to get ten years in prison."

Song Xu clicked his tongue twice, then turned to look at Lu Bozhou, "What? If she exposes Lu Bolin, does she really intend to get her out of trouble?"

Lu Bozhou slowly chewed the pizza in his mouth, glancing sideways at Song Xu. "What are you talking about? She exposed Lu Bolin just to get him sentenced more severely, while she herself, as a witness, can get a lighter sentence. Get her out? This world is governed by law. If I had that ability, would my son still be awarded to Jiang Mian?"

Song Xu and Song Xun couldn't help but laugh when they heard Lu Bozhou's words.

"You make it sound so real," Song Xu said.

The fact that his son will be awarded to Jiang Mian means he's handing him over with his own hands, doesn't it?

If he had any other choice, this guy would probably have given himself away too.

Song Xun looked at Lu Bozhou and said, "It seems you're in a good mood."

Lu Bozhou didn't answer, but just thought about Jiang Mian's face that he had seen in the video call earlier, and the anger in his heart seemed to be gradually soothed.

Jiang Mian gradually realized that Song Xun seemed to be using his girlfriend more skillfully than ever before.

Zhan Meng would chat with her every day, not always by phone, sometimes by WeChat.

Jiang Mian knew that Zhan Meng didn't mean it, but she could still inadvertently glean information about Lu Bozhou from between the lines.

"You have no idea, Song Xun's overtime work is absolutely insane! He had to work overtime last night and didn't come home all night?! Where did he go? Do you think I should install a real-time GPS tracker in his car?"

Seeing Zhan Meng's suspicious message, Jiang Mian replied helplessly, "What did he say?"

Jiang Mian knew that Song Xun's overtime work was unpredictable, and she couldn't blame him for being heartless; after all, he had a heartless boss.

Zhan Meng quickly replied, "Heh! He said he spent the night with President Lu. Do you think I believe that? Spend the whole night with President Lu! He said President Lu's wound was infected and he had a fever that hadn't gone down all night, so he stayed there to watch over him. Who are you kidding? You're just taking advantage of the fact that I don't dare to ask Lu Bozhou!"

Jiang Mian did not reply immediately upon seeing this.

But the image of the man's thin, pale face from the video flashed through my mind.

“That’s possible. Song Xun wouldn’t lie about something like this,” Jiang Mian replied.

But after talking with Zhan Meng, I felt unsettled.

Not only from Zhan Meng's side, but also from Qin Chu's side, there are often some news.

"Jiang Mian, there's an art exhibition in Jiangcheng in a couple of days. Do you want to go with me?" Qin Chu asked this question after dropping Jiang Mian and Lu Chaochi off at their parent-child art class.

An alarm bell rang in Lu Chaochi's mind.

Jiang Mian was taken aback. "Me? With you?"

Qin Chu nodded and took out two tickets. "You like this kind of thing, right? I can't let you go alone, so..."

The meaning is quite simple.

Jiang Mian frowned slightly as she looked at the ticket in Qin Chu's hand. The art exhibition was indeed by one of her favorite painters, and it was a rare opportunity for the exhibition to be held in China.

Back home in the elevator, Lu Chaochi asked Jiang Mian earnestly, "Mom, you're not really planning to go to an art exhibition with him, are you?"

Jiang Mian smiled, her eyes crinkling, wanting to tease him, "Not necessarily."

The little guy's face immediately fell, but he didn't say much. After returning home, he mysteriously took his little watch and went into his room.

When the call was made, Lu Bozhou was in a meeting.

After the Lu family's incident, Dingsheng's affairs included the plans for taking over the Lu family's business.

There's a lot of work to do, and the meetings are endless every day.

When the phone rang, the conference room fell silent.

All anyone could see was the boss, who was usually indifferent and had become increasingly unpredictable lately.

When he answered the phone, his voice immediately became much calmer and gentler.

"Hmm? An art exhibition? I had someone take her there; she likes it, doesn't she? If you're worried, you can come along."

As Lu Bozhou listened to the child's voice on the other end, his nerves, which had been stiffened by the meeting, seemed to relax for a moment.