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Jiang Mian blushed slightly. Indeed, it was a bit inappropriate for a third-year college student who had dropped out of school to act like a professional.

But Jiang Mian couldn't care less.

Even if she wasn't a professional, she could see how outrageous Lu Chaochi's parenting style was.

Lu Bozhou released her wrist and turned to walk back to the living room.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief and silently moved her wrist to ease the pain from his forceful grip.

Little Stone came up and asked softly, "Mianmian, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Mian touched his hair. "How did you wake up?"

“I woke up when I heard Dad scolding you…” Lu Chaochi said softly.

Jiang Mian suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

She died young in her previous life, never having the chance to let her son experience a single day of maternal love.

After being reborn, she is finally able to come to her son's side to take care of him.

Before he could even experience much maternal love, he was already experiencing the fear that children feel when their parents argue.

Jiang Mian really didn't want her child to experience that.

Neither her family of origin in her past life nor her family of origin in this life was a loving family.

She knew very well the fear and anxiety that children living in families where their parents argued would feel.

She absolutely cannot let her own children experience that kind of feeling.

Jiang Mian squatted down in front of the small stone, looking gently into his eyes with a smile.

“Little Stone, your father wasn’t lecturing me just now,” Jiang Mian said.

"Isn't that right?" Lu Chaochi blinked, his gaze puzzled.

Jiang Mian nodded, "Yes, he was just worried about you and afraid I wouldn't know you were allergic to pollen."

"But not everyone can express their concern in the right way. Like you just now, because you were worried that I would be scolded, your voice was a little urgent, right?"

Jiang Mian patiently and persuasively guided him.

Lu Chaochi thought about his anxious state just now and nodded obediently, "That's right, you have a point."

"Okay, so don't worry or be afraid. It'll be alright." Jiang Mian hugged his shoulder and gently patted his back. "Alright, what fruit do you want to eat after your nap? How about grapes?"

The child's emotions were quickly calmed down by Jiang Mian's gentle words, and he even helped Jiang Mian wash the grapes.

A big and a small child were washing grapes together in the kitchen.

No one noticed that right outside the kitchen, the man was leaning against the wall, standing quietly.

He had heard the conversation inside very clearly.

His gaze was deep at that moment, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Lu Chaochi originally thought his father would leave soon.

Because in his memory, his father was someone who would come back for a short while and then leave again.

They've almost all become stereotypes.

But he didn't leave today; he just sat on the sofa in the living room, his legs crossed elegantly.

The tablet computer, with reports open, rests on my lap, while I hold my phone in my hand, occasionally answering a work call.

As a result, Lu Chaochi felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Mian didn't find it surprising. It was normal for her father to be worried about the newly hired nanny and fear that she might not treat the child well, so it was understandable that he wanted to keep an eye on her.

This shows that although he appears indifferent and aloof, he still values ​​his children.

As dinner time approached, Jiang Mian asked Lu Chaochi to come and ask him if he wanted to have dinner at home.

Lu Chaochi hesitated, but still obediently went.

in the living room.

A small, thin boy stood in front of a handsome man.

The boy's fair and lovely face showed a bitter and resentful expression, with his brows furrowed tightly.

"Mianmian is going to cook dinner. She asked me to ask her dad if we're having dinner here."

Lu Chaochi finished asking the question, before Lu Bozhou could answer.

Lu Chaochi then said, "Dad definitely doesn't plan to stay for the meal, right? You never stay."

I'll just answer for Lu Bozhou directly.

Lu Bozhou: "..."

Looking at the expression on the child's face, he realized that the words of refusal were indeed already on the tip of his tongue.

Hearing Lu Chaochi's words and seeing his expression...

The man parted his thin lips slightly, "Then I'll stay and eat today."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chaochi's eyes widened suddenly, filled with incredulous surprise.

"Huh, why?" Lu Chaochi asked.

No matter how you look at it, the tone doesn't sound like a welcome.

Lu Bozhou raised an eyebrow slightly and said the same thing again, "This is also my home. So today, I'm not only staying to eat, but also to sleep."

Lu Chaochi stared at him for a long while, probably wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Finally, he could only speak in a low voice, "Oh. I'll go tell Mianmian."

He walked into the kitchen dejectedly.

Jiang Mian was slicing meat into strips. She had excellent knife skills, a skill she honed in her previous life. Not only was she skilled with a knife, she could even carve food.

Just as I was cutting, I caught a glimpse of Little Stone walking in dejectedly.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking so dejected? Isn't your dad planning to eat at home?"

Hearing her words, Lu Chaochi shook his head. "No, he plans to eat at home, that's why I'm so dejected."

Jiang Mian was taken aback, then smiled helplessly.

What kind of magical way do these father and son get along that has led to their relationship turning out like this over the past five years?

Jiang Mian sighed, "Shouldn't we be happy?"

Lu Chaochi seemed afraid that Mianmian would think he was disrespectful to his father and was an impolite child.

So he thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "I should be happy, but... I'm not used to it."

Lu Chaochi lowered his eyes, looking at the floor, his expression and voice both somewhat dejected.

“Dad rarely comes back, and when he does, he leaves quickly, so I’m not used to him coming back now.”

“He just said this is his home too. But…” Lu Chaochi looked up at Jiang Mian, “If it really is his home, why doesn’t he ever come back?”

Jiang Mian stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands, and bent down to look into his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat; she felt so sorry for the child.

Through him, I seemed to see my former self.

Lu Bozhou was like that before, he never came back.

At first, she looked forward to it, rejoiced at each of his coming home, and treated him with utmost care.

But it seems I still can't keep them; I just can't keep them.

Later, it seemed that there was no hope or expectation left.

One's heart is gradually worn down, and one dares not have any more expectations.

Even his return made her feel uneasy, wondering if something was wrong or if something had gone wrong again...

But my son is so young, yet he has already gone through such a mental journey.

This made Jiang Mian feel more distressed and heartbroken than any disappointment or loss she had experienced before.

But she still bent down and looked into the child's eyes, saying to him, "It's okay, it's normal to feel uncomfortable, but please don't resist or feel averse to it, okay?"

"Mmm." Lu Chaochi nodded, looking incredibly obedient.

Jiang Mian's heart melted.

She was about to turn around and continue slicing the meat when she suddenly saw the man's figure at the door!

When she met those indifferent eyes, she was suddenly startled!