reignition

Jiang Mian didn't know how long he had been standing there, nor how much he had heard.

Although I hadn't said anything bad, I couldn't help but be startled when I met his eyes.

The knife used to slice the meat slipped from his hand!

"Ah!" Jiang Mian exclaimed softly.

My first thought was, "My son is right next to me!"

Reason told her that the little stone was far enough away from her that it shouldn't be hurt by the knife.

But her body's instincts had already made her react in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he had already caught the knife that had almost fallen to the ground in his hand.

The blade cut open a wound on the palm.

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Crimson liquid dripped onto the floor tiles.

"Mianmian!" Little Stone cried out, his voice trembling with tears.

Jiang Mian carefully placed the knife on the table before gently comforting her frightened son.

"I accidentally dropped my hand. It's okay, don't worry."

As Jiang Mian spoke, she turned on the tap and rinsed the wound under the water.

The imported knife was incredibly sharp; I didn't even feel any pain when it sliced ​​my palm open.

The water's impact triggered a sharp resurgence of pain, intensely stimulating the nerves.

"Mianmian, does it hurt?" Lu Chaochi's face was full of worry.

Jiang Mian turned to look at the doorway. "President Lu, why don't you take Xiao Shitou to the living room and have a seat?"

There was a slight furrow between the man's brows.

He stepped forward, but not to take the child out.

Instead, he grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Mian was taken aback. "Mr. Lu?"

"Go to the hospital," Lu Bozhou said calmly.

Jiang Mian shook her head. "No need. The wound isn't deep. Just apply some medicine and bandage it up."

Lu Bozhou remained silent, glancing down at the wound she was rinsing under the tap.

Without saying a word, she took the child and left the kitchen.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the bloodstains off the ground.

When I left the kitchen, Little Stone wasn't in the living room.

She breathed a sigh of relief because the wound on her hand had started bleeding again, and she was afraid of frightening the child.

The man walked out of the corridor. "Come in with me."

Jiang Mian bit her lip, obediently walked over, and asked softly, "Is Little Stone alright?"

"I've sent him back to his room to rest." Lu Bozhou walked ahead, paused for a moment, and then added, "He's a little afraid of blood."

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time," Jiang Mian said.

As she finished speaking, she realized that she had unknowingly walked into the study with Lu Bozhou.

Everything in the study remained unchanged.

On the heavy solid wood desk sat a first-aid kit.

Lu Bozhou walked over and opened the first-aid kit.

“I can do it myself,” Jiang Mian said.

Upon hearing this, Lu Bozhou glanced at the injury on her right hand, then crossed his arms and took a step back.

Jiang Mian took out disinfectant from the medicine box, and the process of applying the medicine made her vision blurry from the pain.

At least it can be done with one hand.

Bandaging with one hand is practically impossible.

She gently bit her lip, and a fine sweat seeped from her forehead.

She finally understood why the man was standing there with his arms crossed.

I'm waiting to see her make a fool of herself and beg for help...

"Could you help me?" Jiang Mian looked up, her eyes glistening with tears from the previous pain.

They looked rather innocent and pitiful.

She was prepared to be mocked by Lu Bozhou.

But he didn't; he simply came up and took over the bandaging from her.

Jiang Mian looked at his serious profile. The man's already handsome face became even more charming when he was serious.

Realizing that her gaze had been too direct, Jiang Mian looked away.

Then I noticed the changes in the study.

Almost nothing in the study has changed.

The only thing that has changed is the wall directly opposite the desk.

The painting worth seven figures that used to hang on the wall is gone.

The wall is covered with mosaic tiles, tiny square tiles of different colors, densely and randomly pieced together, without any pattern or shape.

After looking at it for too long, Jiang Mian's eyes became dizzy, so she had to look away again.

Then she met the man's deep eyes.

Jiang Mian was surprised to find that the wound on her hand had been bandaged. He was very gentle, and she didn't feel much pain.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"You said before," Lu Bozhou said calmly, "that you wanted to take Lu Chaochi out?"

"Hmm? Yes." Jiang Mian nodded. "At his age, he should go out and see more of the world."

Logically, the child should be in the last year of kindergarten by now, although it's unclear why Lu Bozhou didn't send the child.

But Jiang Mian still wanted to try to give her child more time and opportunities to go outdoors.

“Have a bodyguard with him, and you can take him out,” Lu Bozhou said.

Jiang Mian was surprised that he would compromise so quickly.

But then I thought, maybe it was because I was frightened by him and cut my hand with the knife that I compromised like this?

No matter what.

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Lu. Please rest assured that I will send you photos of the little stone frequently."

Lu Bozhou neither confirmed nor denied this.

As Lu Bozhou left the study, his gaze lingered for a moment on the wall covered with messy mosaic tiles before casually looking away.

I can't cook because my hand is injured.

Dinner was served by the chef, and it actually tasted very good.

But Little Stone had little appetite.

But the next morning, he ate the wonton noodles that Jiang Mian made with great relish.

"Of course it's because Mianmian cooks it so well!" Lu Chaochi said without hesitation.

"Don't try to fool me," Jiang Mian laughed. "I tried the chef's cooking last night, and it was delicious."

"Well, that's because I have a soft spot for Mianmian." Lu Chaochi blinked his big eyes at her, looking incredibly cute.

The man came down from upstairs.

Perhaps it's because I didn't get enough rest.

Jiang Mian noticed that his complexion seemed unwell, and he appeared to be enveloped in a gloomy aura.

"There's breakfast too, Mr. Lu, would you like some?" Jiang Mian asked.

"No need," Lu Bozhou refused.

Jiang Mian wondered if it was just her imagination, but the voice she heard from him no longer sounded indifferent as usual.

It was rather cold.

Lu Bozhou walked to the fully automatic coffee machine, made himself a cup of espresso, and drank it.

Jiang Mian opened her mouth, wanting to say that drinking strong coffee on an empty stomach is very bad for the stomach.

Many of his lifestyle habits are unhealthy.

She used to love him, so even though he found it annoying, she tirelessly tried to stop his bad habits.

Replace his morning coffee with milk or soy milk. Deliver his meals to him on time and remind him to eat regularly.

But she never received a kind look from him.

When Xu Yawei brings him coffee, it makes him smile slightly.

He left the soy milk and milk she gave him untouched. But he finished the coffee Xu Yawei gave him.

Even now, thinking about it still makes my heart ache.

Jiang Mian didn't say anything, and closed her open mouth again.

Lu Bozhou took the coffee to the study.

Lu Chaochi was used to it. "Dad doesn't eat breakfast, and he never gets a good rest when he comes back."

Jiang Mian thought to herself, "I've already died and been reborn, but I still couldn't turn into a ghost to scare him. Why can't I rest well after coming back?"