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The next morning, Lu Bozhou finally took her home. Having not returned all night, the two had essentially reconciled.

So it's normal for others to think that the two of them must have done something last night.

"Didn't you do anything?" Gong Yan asked, somewhat surprised. "Didn't you sleep together? What did you two do all night? Did he show you his watch under the covers, saying it was glow-in-the-dark?"

Jiang Mian laughed when she heard Gong Yan's words.

“No, we just…slept.” Jiang Mian’s expression softened as she seemed to recall that warmth and comfort. “To be honest, it felt like I was recharged, like I hadn’t slept so well in a long time.”

Upon hearing Jiang Mian's words, Gong Yan sighed softly.

Although they all felt that Lu Bozhou had hurt Jiang Mian so much, and that Lu Bozhou was not a good match for her.

But it must be said that some people are just like that; no matter what, they will always end up together again. This may just be fate.

The days that followed were peaceful and stable.

Lu Bozhou and Jiang Mian underwent rehabilitation for a period of time and both recovered their health.

Lu Bozhou put aside most of his work and spent more time with his wife and children, and with his family.

His transformation was evident to everyone, and as long as Jiang Mian was around, Lu Bozhou's emotions remained quite stable.

No matter how coldly Jiang Yu treated him, he never cared. Gradually, Song Wan and Jiang Shan also changed their opinion of him.

The relationship between Lu Bozhou and Jiang Mian is more like that of a romantic relationship.

Except when she occasionally goes out on dates with Lu Bozhou, she still lives at home with her parents.

Lu Bozhou never urged him to hurry.

This situation lasted for more than half a year. Jiang Mian felt quite happy, and Lu Bozhou seemed quite happy as well.

If you think about it carefully, the two of them were husband and wife in two lifetimes, but it seems like they never really dated.

The two even raised a dog together.

More than half a year later, on a sunny day when the grass was lush and the birds were singing, the two of them took their child and dog to camp in a field of purple clover flowers.

The weather was fine and sunny, and the scenery was so beautiful it was like a dream. Children and dogs laughed and ran around in the sea of ​​flowers.

Jiang Mian sat on a camping chair, flipping the grill pan on the gas stove, the air filled with the fragrance of grass and the aroma of grilled meat.

After having a blast playing, eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Lu Chaochi took the dog into the tent and went to sleep.

Lu Bozhou and Jiang Mian lay together on the floor mat, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

Jiang Mian was still telling him about the recent events at the art studio, as well as how busy Gong Yan and Jiang Yu had been with their work lately.

Then Lu Bozhou suddenly spoke, "Baby."

"Ok?"

"Marry me."

Jiang Mian blinked rapidly, completely bewildered as to how the topic had shifted to this.

"……what?"

Lu Bozhou stretched out his arm, pointing his long fingers at the clouds in the sky, "That cloud is heart-shaped."

"So you proposed?" Jiang Mian wanted to laugh; this man's thought process was sometimes truly extraordinary.

"Hmm." Lu Bozhou's voice was tinged with laughter. "I'll give it a try."

"What if I disagree?" Jiang Mian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Anyway, I won't give up, and I won't let you leave me, so if you don't agree, I'll try again next time." Lu Bozhou held her hand and kissed it.

"Anyway, I have plenty of time." He said this with complete confidence.

"Then try again next time," Jiang Mian said.

After that, Jiang Mian heard that phrase very often.

It's raining, marry me.

The sun is shining, marry me.

I have a cold, marry me.

marry me.

marry me.

Not only is it random, you never know when it will pop up, but he also doesn't hide it from people.

So that...

The art studio teacher would jokingly tease Jiang Mian, "Didn't President Lu propose today?"

Gong Yan often teased her, "Didn't Lu Bozhou come to say 'Marry me' today?"

Even Song Wan was getting annoyed. "Why don't you just agree to him? Don't make a perfectly normal person sound like a monk chanting sutras..."

Jiang Shan, wearing glasses, smiled as he read a book.

"And I had my master calculate an auspicious date for you." Song Wan gave a date, "He said that if you get married on this day, you will live a peaceful and healthy life without illness or disaster."

Jiang Mian was able to be reborn, and Song Wan now has great reverence for metaphysics, so her expression is very serious.

Lu Bozhou went on a business trip these past two days. Although he has less and less work to do these days, there are still occasional times when he needs to be busy with work.

After returning from a two-day business trip, she came straight to find Jiang Mian without even putting down her luggage.

"I missed you so much." His voice was low and husky as he pulled Jiang Mian into his arms.

It's as if I just came back to life in an instant.

"Why don't you go back and rest for a bit..." Jiang Mian tried to push him away. She hadn't even taken off her apron yet, which was covered in paint from her painting.

She was afraid of getting her hands on his expensive bespoke suit.

Her rejection displeased Lu Bozhou. He pulled her even tighter, almost as if he wanted to embed her into his chest.

"Why did you push me? I was away on a business trip for two days, and you don't love me anymore?"

Jiang Mian was speechless when she heard this. She realized that this man was becoming more and more childish at times.

He held Jiang Mian for a while, as if he had finally recharged, before letting go of her. Sure enough, his suit jacket was stained with paint.

Lu Bozhou didn't seem to care and reached for the bag next to him. "I brought back some pastries. They say it's from an old brand. I tried some, but I didn't think they were very good. But I don't have much of a palate for sweets, so you should try them."

Jiang Mian took the paper bag. "So thoughtful."

Lu Bozhou blurted out, "Yes, so marry me."

Jiang Mian looked up at him.

"Okay."

Those two simple words struck Lu Bozhou's heart like a heavy hammer.

He had even anticipated that Jiang Mian would not answer, as before, or that he would try again next time.

But to my surprise, she... agreed.

Lu Bozhou's eyes widened suddenly as he stared intently at Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian continued, "I'll try this time-honored brand."

Lu Bozhou shoved the paper bag aside. "Forget about any old brands. What... what did you just say?"

"Don't repeat yourself."

"You agreed?" Lu Bozhou paused, his tone becoming firm. "You agreed."

“My mom consulted a fortune teller, who said that if I get married on this date, I can live a peaceful and healthy life,” Jiang Mian said.

Lu Bozhou wished he could kneel down before his mother-in-law.

“Okay, then let’s go with this date. This is the date.” Lu Bozhou nodded vigorously.

Jiang Mian thought for a moment, "But as you know, our relationship...it's actually a bit troublesome to arrange a wedding."

She is Jiang Mian, and also Jiang Mian. So, who will be invited to the wedding banquet, and who won't?

If Song Wan and Jiang Shan are the bride's parents, then in what capacity should Jiang Feng attend?

In short, there are definitely a lot of unnecessary headaches. So Jiang Mian doesn't want to have a wedding anymore.

Lu Bozhou had no objections. Even if Jiang Mian didn't want to have a wedding, or even if she didn't want to tell anyone and just wanted to marry him secretly, he didn't care.

After careful consideration, Lu Bozhou felt that it wasn't impossible for him to be her husband in the afterlife.

There was still a while before the good days were over, and Lu Bozhou suffered from insomnia every day, losing a lot of weight, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The day finally came.

Finally, I sat down in front of the red cloth for taking photos again.

Lu Bozhou and she had sat and taken photos in front of this red cloth twice, but they had never smiled.

Every time he looked at her smiling face in her marriage certificate photo on the wall in the study with parallel eyes, it felt like he was slowly torturing himself.

But today, and this time...

"Groom, tone it down a bit, don't laugh so hard."

"Til the bride's head a little more towards the groom, good, good, keep it up!"

Click!

The two smiling faces were captured in the photo.