reignition

"Hiss—!" The pain made Jiang Mian gasp.

Although it wasn't the hand with the fracture that was being held, Lu Bozhou's grip was very strong, and it still hurt a lot.

Jiang Mian frowned and hurriedly called out, "President Lu!"

But the man's strength did not loosen in the slightest, and his eyes were unfocused, a blank stare.

It seems they were hiding some deep-seated precautions.

Moreover, it felt like the hand was continuing to exert force.

Jiang Mian bit her lip and cried out urgently, "Lu Bozhou!"

The man's strength stopped, and his movements ceased.

Although his gaze was still blank, the almost hostile defensiveness had disappeared.

His blank, unfocused eyes seemed to glance at her, yet his gaze seemed to drift far, far away.

The man's handsome face, usually expressionless and cold, was now flushed with the effects of alcohol.

His bewildered eyes looked somewhat innocent, even revealing a touch of purity.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Despite having thin, delicate lips, even a slight pursing of the lips can send chills down one's spine.

The way she smiled at this moment, with the corners of her mouth turned up, seemed incredibly soft and gentle.

The coldness on his face seemed to melt away instantly.

Jiang Mian was stunned.

The man's thin lips trembled slightly, as if he were saying something, but she couldn't hear him clearly.

"What?" Jiang Mian bit her lip, feeling inexplicably curious.

Even though she knew that this curiosity was dangerous.

But I still couldn't resist my curiosity.

Jiang Mian leaned closer and whispered, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

The man's voice was still not loud, but it could be heard clearly when you got close.

His already deep and slightly hoarse voice became even hoarser and more magnetic after being intoxicated by alcohol.

It possesses a captivating, alluring magnetism, mixed with a burning heat.

It landed softly beside Jiang Mian's ear.

"Why...did you only arrive now? Why...did you only come back now?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian's eyes widened suddenly, and her pupils contracted.

My heart clenched with a sharp pain.

She gave a bitter smile to herself.

Even though I knew all along that this curiosity was dangerous, why am I still curious?

You deserve it.

She's dead. She's been dead for five years.

Lu Bozhou's words about "just arrived" and "just returned" had absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Mian.

Xu Yawei, it's Xu Yawei again.

Jiang Mian bit her lip hard, pulled her wrist away from his hand, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lu, I'll go get a towel to wipe your face."

She turned and went into the master bedroom's bathroom.

I glanced at the shelf.

Thinking of Lu Bozhou's words earlier, she tried to hold back but couldn't resist taking revenge.

I pulled the towel off his foot from the shelf, wrung it out, and prepared to wipe his face.

I took the towel and went outside, only to find the bed empty.

The man who was lying in bed has disappeared without a trace.

They were all so drunk they looked like ghosts.

Where else can you go if you're not lying in bed?

Jiang Mian hurriedly went to look for it, but it wasn't on the sofa, in the guest room, or in Lu Chaochi's room.

He wouldn't sleep in the yard, otherwise the bodyguards would definitely react.

Jiang Mian paused for a moment, then turned and went to the study.

The study was dark; neither the main light nor the desk lamp was on.

The man sat quietly behind the desk, his hands clasped together, supporting his chin.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, staring blankly ahead.

There was nothing in front of me except for that messy mosaic wall that made my eyes dizzy.

Moreover, being illuminated by the spotlights overhead made it even more dizzying.

But Lu Bozhou just sat there, watching quietly.

I don't know if they're still watching, or if they've already fallen asleep with their eyes open?

Jiang Mian raised her hand and waved it gently in front of him, but he didn't react.

Its appearance was truly bizarre.

She placed the towel and hangover tea on the desk.

She turned around and went out to call Song Xun.

"Miss Jiang? Is something the matter so late?"

"Assistant Song, President Lu came back drunk, and his condition... isn't quite right. I wonder if he needs to go to the hospital?" Jiang Mian said.

But before she could explain in detail, Song Xun said on the other end, "Were you just sitting in the study?"

Jiang Mian was taken aback. "You know?"

Since Song Xun knew this, it only meant that Lu Bozhou had done this more than once.

"Hmm." Song Xun responded, "The BOSS is like this when he's drunk. You don't need to worry about him. He'll fall asleep when he gets tired. You just need to rest. Don't worry."

Hearing Song Xun's words, Jiang Mian felt a little relieved.

After ending the call, she went to the study for a quick look.

Lu Bozhou remained the same as before, not touching the towel and hangover tea on the table.

Jiang Mian thought for a moment before returning to her room and lying down on the bed.

Just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep, in a state between dreaming and waking.

Jiang Mian's remaining consciousness suddenly began to react.

Did Song Xun just say on the phone... that Lu Bozhou would fall asleep when he got tired of watching? Watch? What is he watching?

The idea only flashed through my mind for a fleeting moment.

Before Jiang Mian could react much, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Mian was woken up by holding her breath.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Lu Chaochi sitting by her bedside.

He stretched out his fair and soft little finger and pinched her nose.

No wonder Jiang Mian felt suffocated and woke up.

The first thing I saw when I woke up was my son's adorable little face.

Jiang Mian wasn't angry at all for being woken up; her eyes curved into a smile.

She reached out and pulled Lu Chaochi into her arms, asking softly, "What's wrong?"

She had just woken up, and her voice, with a slightly nasal tone, sounded languid and particularly soft and pleasant.

Lu Chaochi's heart softened instantly, and he muttered softly, "You went back to your room to sleep..."

"Well, you're a boy, so after I put you to sleep, I'll go back to my own room to sleep. But if you're scared or have nightmares, I'll come and stay with you."

Jiang Mian gently patted his head.

Lu Chaochi also knew that he was a boy and needed to grow up.

However, whenever he has nightmares or is scared, Mianmian always comes to stay with him...

It doesn't seem so hard to accept anymore.

Lu Chaochi thought for a moment, "Won't that be very tiring for you?"

"It's not tiring at all," Jiang Mian said with a smile, sitting up. "What would you like to eat for breakfast?"

Lu Chaochi was surprised and shook his head, "I like everything you make."

"How about some porridge? Your dad can have some to warm his stomach too." Jiang Mian thought of the drunkard from last night.

Something inexplicably flashed through my mind, something I thought about before going to sleep last night.

But now, no matter how I try to remember, I can't seem to recall it.

She didn't think about it too much.

However, Lu Chaochi looked puzzled and blinked, "Dad? Dad isn't home, he hasn't come back."

“He…” Jiang Mian opened her mouth, somewhat stunned.

Did this man go out so early in the morning?

Jiang Mian didn't want Xiao Shitou to worry about his father being drunk, so she didn't mention it.

But after thinking about it, I still made a stomach-friendly chicken, cordyceps flower, and lily porridge for breakfast.

Lu Chaochi slurped his food down, enjoying it immensely.

After breakfast, Jiang Mian packed some stomach-soothing porridge in a thermos and then ordered it via express delivery.

Half an hour later, Song Xun walked into the CEO's office, carrying a stack of documents in one arm and a thermos in the other. "Qiqi's here asking for votes and favorites! Today's a girls' get-together: Thai-style chilled crayfish, garlic crayfish, raw beef with fish roe, and spicy cold dishes. Giving you all some late-night snack inspiration!"