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This was obviously against the rules. The old policeman was about to say it was inappropriate when he saw that the child, who had been holding tightly to her clothes, was now clinging tightly to her arm.

It made them look like the bad guys.

"Then leave your contact information. It will be easier to contact you once we get in touch with the child's parents."

Jiang Mian registered the child, and then brought the child out in the same way she had brought him in.

……

Meanwhile, a private plane is flying at high speed toward Los Angeles.

A handsome man with a cold expression sat in a spacious leather seat in the airplane cabin.

Five years did not leave any marks of hardship on him, but only gave him a more mature temperament.

The assistant whispered, "Boss, the young master is so smart, he won't be in any danger. I've already sent them to search at Madam's grave."

This wasn't the first time the young master had snuck out of the house.

The first time, the people looking for him practically turned the entire city of Los Angeles upside down.

He was finally found in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Cemeteries are usually eerie and frightening. But the child slept soundly against the heavy tombstone adorned with flowers.

The man's lips curled into a sharp arc, his expression remaining unwavering in its intensity.

"Five people, and they couldn't even protect a five-year-old child?"

"Keep looking."

……

When they got home, Jiang Mian rolled up the child's sleeves and trouser legs, and only then could she see how large the abrasions on his arms and knees were.

She frowned, disinfecting the wound with iodine while gently blowing air into it.

The child didn't say a word.

He didn't utter a sound, not even a single syllable.

Jiang Mian felt sorry for the injured little mute boy. So she kept muttering to herself to ease the child's tension.

"Does it hurt? Just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon... After the wound is treated, I'll find you some clothes to change into, your clothes are all dirty and need to be washed..."

"Are you hungry? Is there anything you'd like to eat? I think my dumplings and egg pancakes taste pretty good, but I don't have time to make dumplings right now. Would you like some egg pancakes?"

Jiang Mian chattered on for a long time, and just as she finished treating the child's wound, she suddenly heard a clear and sweet voice.

"It doesn't hurt."

Those two simple words made Jiang Mian suddenly look up at him.

"you……"

So it can talk.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief and gently poked his cheek.

"So you were just shy and that's why you haven't said anything? How about you have an egg pancake?"

Perhaps because they had already spoken, Jiang Mian didn't have to wait long to speak again.

He nodded. "Okay." After a pause, he added, "Thank you."

Jiang Mian didn't have any children's clothes, so she could only find a T-shirt that was a bit too small for her.

The clothes the child wore almost reached his knees.

Jiang Mian was about to wash the child's clothes when she noticed a barely noticeable label on them.

...It's a designer brand.

It's a very famous brand.

Even a small set of children's clothing can cost five figures.

Jiang Mian sighed softly. Even though she came from a wealthy family, she didn't seem very happy...

Jiang Mian couldn't help but think of her child. If he were still alive... she wondered how he was doing in the Lu family. Lu Bozhou didn't seem like a good father at all.

Just thinking about it makes my eyes well up with tears again.

She quickly washed and dried the clothes before heading to the kitchen.

While I was preparing the ingredients for the egg pancakes, Meng Yang called.

"Jiang Mian! Come quick! Lu Bozhou is back!"

He is back!

Jiang Mian couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

"Didn't they say...they went to Yangcheng for a ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

Meng Yang replied, "I don't know what happened. I rushed back to Lanshan Mansion and then rushed out again..."

But Jiang Mian wasn't interested in Lu Bozhou's whereabouts; what she desperately wanted to know was where the child was.

Jiang Mian asked, "Did he come back alone?"

Meng Yang said, "I couldn't see clearly whether Lin Sisi came back with him."

Who cares about Lin Sisi's situation!

Jiang Mian bit her lip and changed her question.

"Have you made any progress with the lead you're following?"

"Hey!" Meng Yang said, "No chance, we haven't even seen a glimpse of the child."

Since there was no news about her child, Jiang Mian simply put down her phone and continued making egg pancakes.

Not long after, the phone rang again.

Jiang Mian answered the phone, "Hello..."

There was a two-second pause on the other end, followed by a male voice saying, "Hello, the police have given you their contact information."

The man's voice was deep, very magnetic, and very...familiar.

Jiang Mian was stunned for a moment when she heard that voice; it sounded somewhat like Lu Bozhou's.

However, there were still some differences; the voice on the other end of the phone had a noticeably hoarse quality.

Not hearing a response from her, the man said again, "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Mian snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Hello, just call me Jiang Mian."

After these words were spoken, the other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.

"What did you say your name was? Jiang... Mian?"

When he spoke again, there was a hint of coldness in his slightly hoarse voice.

“Yes. I live in…” Jiang Mian hadn’t finished speaking when the man interrupted her.

"Unit 2, Building 3, Yalai Xiaoyuan, Room 907." He gave the address, "Open the door."

Jiang Mian was taken aback, and the next second she heard the doorbell ring.

She took the egg pancake out and placed it in front of the child before walking towards the door.

"Coming, just a moment..." she said as she opened the door, her voice trailing off as her gaze fell upon the visitor outside.

A handsome, aloof face suddenly appeared in Jiang Mian's eyes without any warning.

Lu Bozhou.

Five years have passed, and time seems to have been exceptionally kind to him, leaving no trace on his face.

Instead, it has cultivated a more mature temperament and charm.

If Jiang Mian was only focused on seeing her child before, and didn't really feel the reality of her being reborn, then...

So, at this moment, when Lu Bozhou appeared before them...

The reality of being reborn from the dead finally overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

“…In a little while,” Jiang Mian added, finishing the sentence that had been abruptly interrupted earlier.

She lowered her eyes, trying not to let her emotions show.

Now, recalling the sudden chill in Lu Bozhou's voice when she said her name was Jiang Mian on the phone, it became easy to understand why.

Jiang Mian lowered her eyes and head, but she could still feel that very strong gaze sweeping over and scrutinizing her.

"Sorry to bother you." Lu Bozhou's voice sounded even hoarser than it had been on the phone earlier, especially when he said her name now, "...Jiang Mian?"

Jiang Mian took a deep breath without making a sound and finally raised her head.

"Hmm, ginger as in ginger, cotton as in cotton. Mr. Lu, I found yours at the bus stop..."

Jiang Mian paused, then said, "...the child."

Her fingernails dug into her palms, and she suddenly realized that Lu Bozhou's child... was the child she had risked her life to give birth to?

She couldn't help but glance back. The child stood quietly by the dining table, waiting for the two adults to talk.

Jiang Mian screamed in her heart: What about his child! What about his child! That's the child I risked my life to give birth to!

She thought of the child standing alone at the bus stop, and then of the scrapes on his body…

Jiang Mian's heart ached so much that she seemed to overlook something.

Until, the man's deep, hoarse voice rang out, devoid of any warmth.

"How did you know my surname is Lu?"