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Not long after, Lu Bozhou changed his clothes and came downstairs.

He saw the child with a tense little face, holding a first-aid kit in his little hands and looking at him.

Lu Bozhou lowered his eyes. "What?"

"You... are injured." Lu Chaochi pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed, and his expression looked quite serious.

Lu Bozhou remained silent, only looking down at him.

Lu Chaochi remained silent, simply holding a medicine box and continuing to stand in front of Lu Bozhou.

Jiang Mian was in the kitchen, listening to the commotion, and quietly peeked over.

The more I watch, the colder my heart gets. The way this father and son interact is truly... the colder my heart gets.

At this moment, it seems like they don't know how to care for each other, and they're not used to being cared for.

Even before she died, she was thinking of leaving her father and child behind, and that she would divorce him after giving birth and leave with her child.

But I never actually thought about letting my child's life be without a father.

This child inevitably has half of Lu Bozhou's blood.

Her relationship with Lu Bozhou broke down... or rather, there was no relationship left between them; that was a matter between her and Lu Bozhou.

One yard owned by a yard.

Looking at the way this father and son interacted, Jiang Mian couldn't help but sigh.

Lu Chaochi seemed to be thinking of something, perhaps the promise he had made to Mianmian earlier.

He pursed his lips tightly and said, "Mianmian said... Mianmian said that the wound on your face looks very deep, and if it's not treated properly, it might leave a scar."

Upon hearing this, Lu Bozhou raised an eyebrow slightly and looked towards the kitchen.

Jiang Mian's eyes met those deep gazes instantly. Her gaze faltered, and she shrank back, feeling as if she had been caught red-handed.

She bit her lip and tentatively asked, "Mr. Lu, do you need me... to apply some medicine for you?"

Lu Bozhou remained noncommittal, only lowering his eyes and reaching out to take the medicine box from the child's hands.

Jiang Mian originally thought he was going to do it himself, but the next second, the man's deep gaze looked at her again.

Even without speaking, the meaning is self-evident.

Jiang Mian washed her hands and came over to take the medicine box.

Lu Bozhou sat on the sofa.

Jiang Mian prepared some disinfectant cotton, moved closer, and disinfected the wound on his cheek.

You can see it more clearly when you get closer. The wound is not long, but it is a bit deep and doesn't look very smooth.

Although the bleeding has stopped, there is some redness and swelling around the area.

I don't know how Jiang Yu managed to punch his face like that...

Jiang Mian couldn't help but think back to when she married Lu Bozhou.

When Jiang Yu carried her out of the car, he said to her, "Don't try to tough it out. If you're feeling down, go home."

In addition, there's another saying—"If he bullies you, tell me, and I'll beat him up."

And what was my answer back then?

Yes, Jiang Mian remembered her answer back then. To make Jiang Yu less serious, she jokingly said, "Just don't slap his face. I only married him because of his face."

The disinfectant is irritating the wound; it must hurt quite a bit.

When Jiang Mian had her lip wound disinfected at the hospital, the disinfectant stung quite a bit.

But Lu Bozhou's face showed no change in expression, and even his eyes showed no emotion.

A pair of deep brown pupils, indifferent like inorganic matter.

Jiang Mian, almost unconsciously, was disinfecting the wound while blowing air into it.

This action...

His previously indifferent, inorganic pupils looked at her, their gaze focusing on her face.

Jiang Mian's movements had long since frozen!

What's wrong with you! What's wrong with you!

What are you bragging about?! What's so great about it?!

Jiang Mian wanted to slap herself in the face.

Lu Bozhou's gaze remained indifferent as he looked at her. "You are Lu Chaochi's nanny, not mine. Don't use the same tricks you use to coax him on me."

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Mian said softly, her head bowed.

Quickly apply anti-inflammatory ointment to his wound.

As she closed the cap on the ointment, Jiang Mian whispered to Lu Bozhou, "Little Stone was very concerned about President Lu just now..."

But the man didn't even say thank you...!

Lu Bozhou glanced at Lu Chaochi, then looked at Jiang Mian's face. "I've already given him the thank-you gift."

Jiang Mian hadn't quite grasped the meaning of those words at first, but then she remembered the look in Lu Bozhou's eyes when he said them...

Jiang Mian immediately realized that the 'thank you gift' he mentioned probably referred to her.

She sighed inwardly, looking at the father and son.

Jiang Mian stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make something for Xiao Shitou to eat."

She went to the kitchen, leaving only Lu Bozhou and his son Lu Chaochi in the living room.

The silence spread silently.

It seemed that neither of them intended to speak first.

Lu Chaochi frowned deeply, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Why...aren't you leaving?"

"Why should I leave?" Lu Bozhou asked calmly.

Lu Chaochi was puzzled. What else could it be? It was naturally because he always left.

He has no memory of living under the same roof as his father.

In my memory, my father always lived at the company.

Even if she comes back, she'll only see him briefly before leaving again.

It's as if this isn't home, but some dangerous den where one shouldn't linger.

The child had been hoping from the beginning that his father could come home to live.

But after each disappointment, I eventually gave up hoping...

Even now that he's back, Lu Chaochi still feels somewhat uneasy.

Lu Chaochi did not answer him.

Lu Bozhou said calmly, "This is my home too."

Upon hearing this, the child raised her lovely little face, her bright black eyes meeting her father's emotionless gaze without fear.

He asked, "Is it today?"

What about all those years before? Wasn't it the same?

Lu Bozhou: "..."

He didn't speak, and Lu Chaochi didn't seem to want any answer from him.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and the father and son, who had been exchanging tense glances, continued to exchange words.

At this moment, everyone fell silent and looked towards the kitchen.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the look in their eyes seemed a little magical.

In this house, the kitchen is practically just for show.

No one is cooking.

It's as if the owner of this kitchen passed away five years ago.

The kitchen became just for show.

It seems that only today, at this very moment, have new users arrived...

Jiang Mian, who was in the kitchen, was unaware of the back-and-forth exchange between the father and son.

She was busy trying to prepare something for the child.

Because the chef prepares all the food for our family and delivers it to us every day.

So although there was plenty of fresh fruit in the refrigerator, there wasn't much food.

Jiang Mian found some flour, eggs, and cherry tomatoes.

After thinking about it, I decided to make some tomato and egg hand-pulled noodles for the kids...

The tomato and egg sauce is ready. The dough is also ready and is just sitting there to rest.

Jiang Mian planned to go outside to check if there was any of her 'legacy' from five years ago.

Turning around, I saw a large and a small figure standing at the kitchen doorway.

She was startled.