reignition

Behind his desk, Lu Bozhou worked without looking up.

He looked tired; a hangover had left him in poor condition.

Hearing Song Xun's footsteps approaching, Lu Bozhou didn't look up, but simply reached out his hand.

But what Song Xun placed in his hand was not the stack of documents, but the thermos.

The weighty feel settled in my palm.

Lu Bozhou raised his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What is this?"

The insulated container didn't look very big, just enough for one person.

The pattern on it looks quite familiar.

Although Lu Bozhou's gaze was fixed on it, his focus seemed to drift far away.

If I remember correctly, this insulated container was used quite frequently several years ago.

But that was so long ago, it felt like the last century…

Song Xun put the document on the table. "Jiang Mian had it delivered by Flash Delivery. She said you were drunk last night and that some hot porridge would make you feel better."

As Song Xun spoke, he noticed the unpredictable expression on the BOSS's face.

Song Xun was a little unsure. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said, "If you don't want to eat it, I'll take it and dispose of it later."

Lu Bozhou remained silent for a moment, then said in a low, indifferent voice, "Never mind, keep it."

He placed the thermos on the table and turned his attention back to several important documents.

After processing several important documents, Song Xun left his office.

Lu Bozhou approved several more documents.

Then, he slightly turned his gaze to the side and looked at the insulated bucket.

A moment later, the lid was opened.

The aroma of the chicken congee wafted out of the pot along with the steam.

Lu Bozhou sat there, motionless for a long time.

After staring at the steam rising from the jar for a moment, I picked up the spoon.

I scooped up a spoonful and put it in my mouth.

Then he suddenly stopped moving, his eyes were dark, and he stared at the thermos without blinking.

……

Jiang Mian was quite surprised when she received Song Xun's call.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Assistant Song?" Jiang Mian asked.

"It's nothing major, it's just that the boss said he'll be back for dinner, so remember to prepare."

Song Xun's words startled Jiang Mian.

"Come back...for dinner?"

Although this requirement is perfectly reasonable for an employer.

But Jiang Mian was still somewhat stunned.

In her past life, she loved him humbly and deeply. She always thought about making some delicious food for him to try.

He is very skilled in cooking and baking.

But it's always difficult to achieve what you want.

So much so that whenever he cooked something delicious, he would have to beg Lu Bozhou to come back for a meal.

He always seemed reluctant to come back. He never commented on her cooking, whether he liked it or not.

Every time I come back, it's more about eating than anything else.

He preferred to pin her down on the bed, the table, the sofa, the kitchen cabinet—anywhere in the house he liked, doing whatever he pleased.

He would pinch her chin and kiss and bite her soft lips fiercely.

His voice was deep and magnetic, and he asked her seductively whether he was the one who wanted her to come back for dinner or the one who wanted her to come back for dinner.

Ask her, isn't this what you want?

Jiang Mian's eyes were bloodshot and glistening with tears. In that state, she couldn't even utter a complete sentence and was always at a loss for words.

And now, the man she once begged to come back for a meal is now taking the initiative to say he wants to come back for a meal.

It seems having a child has brought some changes; I guess I'll still come back to have meals with my child.

But when Lu Chaochi heard the news, he was also somewhat surprised, "Dad is coming back?"

"Okay, I'll cook more dishes tonight." Jiang Mian went into the kitchen to get busy.

Lu Chaochi muttered to himself outside, "Strange, Dad rarely comes home for dinner..."

Even on his birthday, he might not be able to make it if he gets too busy with work.

Lu Chaochi felt something was off.

But after thinking it over, he frowned and guessed something.

When Lu Bozhou returned in the evening, Lu Chaochi ran to the entrance hall with a thud.

As Lu Bozhou took off his leather shoes and put on indoor slippers, he raised his hand to loosen the tie around his neck.

When Lu Chaochi came out to greet him, Lu Bozhou paused, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Lu Chaochi.

"how."

Lu Chaochi stared intently at him.

Lu Bozhou didn't get a reply from the child and was too lazy to argue with him.

He stepped inside.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he felt his child thumping up after him and hugging his leg.

Lu Bozhou continued walking without stopping, dragging the 'parts' hanging on his leg as he went further in.

His gait appeared completely natural and unhurried.

Lu Chaochi couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you still doubt Mianmian?"

Lu Bozhou stopped moving, his deep, long eyes lowered, and his gaze fell indifferently on the 'parts' on his thigh.

He had absolutely no intention of explaining anything to Little Stone.

His thin lips parted slightly, and the syllables he uttered were simple and direct.

"three."

Lu Chaochi was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he blinked rapidly.

Lu Bozhou's expression remained unchanged as he continued.

"two."

Lu Chaochi's eyes widened suddenly!

Although he didn't know what would happen if his dad counted for a while, he didn't want to try at all!

I have a feeling it will be a terrible outcome!

"Dad, you!" After letting go, Lu Chaochi took a few steps back, staring at him with wide eyes, and after a while, he managed to choke out, "You're bad!"

Lu Bozhou raised an eyebrow, his gaze calm and relaxed, and said, "Go get me a glass of water."

Lu Chaochi pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to pay any attention to this stinky father!

But what I noticed was Lu Bozhou's dry lips and the weariness in his eyes.

Lu Chaochi still pouted, looking very unhappy.

But she still went to pour water, pouting.

"Hmm?" Jiang Mian saw him standing on tiptoe to get the cup, so she came over to help him. "Are you thirsty?"

She moved smoothly, putting a spoonful of honey into the cup while asking the question, and then started gushing water into it.

Lu Chaochi said, "It wasn't me, it was Dad. He was thirsty."

Jiang Mian paused, "He replied?"

Are you back so early?

She used to have to wait until her stomach was growling with hunger before she could come back, and sometimes she still couldn't wait.

"I'll take it." Lu Chaochi handed the cup of honey water to Lu Bozhou.

Lu Bozhou took it, but stopped after only taking one sip.

He furrowed his brow very slightly.

Lu Chaochi whispered from the side, "Mianmian added honey for you."

"Meddlesome," Lu Bozhou said indifferently.

Lu Chaochi pursed his lips, but he didn't know if his father was thirsty, because he looked very disgusted.

But they still finished it all.

"Dad, hurry up and come downstairs after you've changed your clothes, dinner's ready." Before leaving his father's room, Lu Chaochi didn't forget to peek at Lu Bozhou. "Remember to wash your hands."

Lu Bozhou watched the child's departing figure at the door.

His gaze was somewhat deep.

Although that woman was highly suspicious, it must be said that after she arrived...

Lu Chaochi has indeed become much more cheerful.

Previously, the father and son lived under the same roof, but they never spoke to each other, each more gloomy, silent, and repressed than the last.

Now, it seems that Lu Chaochi has been pulled out by some force.

He was the only one left in that gloomy place.