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Jiang Mian had no recollection of when Lu Bozhou came to sleep in the bed.

Between her and Lu Bozhou was a fragrant, soft, and warm little body.

Lu Chaochi pursed his lips, his little face pressed against hers, sleeping soundly.

Ok.

Jiang Mian had no recollection of when Lu Bozhou or Lu Chaochi came to bed with her.

Jiang Mian sighed silently, seemingly caught in a fierce internal struggle.

The sensation of the man's arm around her waist was so vivid!

Jiang Mian felt like the skin on her waist was burning up!

Moreover, this is quite different from the last time at the elegant banquet, when the man was drugged and tricked, and was holding her to sleep while not fully conscious.

This time, Lu Bozhou is clear-headed, isn't he?

She wanted to get up and escape the burning sensation.

However, Lu Chaochi's little face was pressed against hers, and he slept with a look of deep affection and dependence on her.

Jiang Mian was a little reluctant to part with it, so they remained at an impasse.

"Smack smack." Lu Chaochi didn't know what he was dreaming about, so he smacked his lips twice.

Children don't sleep soundly to begin with, and this little kid scurried around a couple of times.

And after the child's fussing and thumping subsided.

Before Jiang Mian could react, she saw a faint frown on the man's brow as he slept peacefully and handsomely.

Then the hand that landed on her waist began to exert force.

Jiang Mian's eyes widened suddenly, and her pupils contracted sharply.

Her body was uncontrollably pulled towards him!

Because of her close proximity to Lu Bozhou, Lu Chaochi, who was originally not well-behaved, was also caught in the crossfire.

Being trapped between them and unable to move, they quieted down.

Jiang Mian stared blankly at the cricket, then stared blankly at Lu Bozhou, and suddenly understood the meaning behind his actions.

I suddenly felt like laughing.

Children who are excited during the day are more likely to be startled when they go to sleep at night.

Perhaps that's why Lu Bozhou was afraid he would fall off the bed, which is why they were in this position.

Right.

Jiang Mian actually felt that someone like Lu Bozhou would never do such a thing unless he had no other choice.

But deep down, I had to admit it.

The scene at this moment is of him, Lu Bozhou, and their son lying on the same bed.

It was something she had fantasized about in her past life.

So even though she knew it wasn't appropriate, she followed her heart, stayed for a while, and lay quietly without moving.

Until the rosy clouds on the horizon became more vibrant, and the morning sun slowly rose.

The morning sun shone through the car window.

Jiang Mian gently grasped Lu Bozhou's hand that was resting on her waist, trying to move it away.

The man's eyes were not open, and his voice was low and soft, with an even more husky quality.

It's so ticklish it makes my ears itch.

His tone sounded somewhat resentful.

If Jiang Mian hadn't known that was impossible, it would have sounded like she was being a little coquettish.

"Don't move, sleep a little longer. Lu Chaochi made a fuss all night..."

Jiang Mian listened to his little complaints, which sounded like she was being coquettish.

My heart softened, and it also ached a little.

Who... did he mistake her for this time?

Jiang Mian took a deep breath and whispered, "President Lu, you and Xiao Shitou can sleep a little longer. I... need to go to the bathroom."

She found the most suitable reason.

The man slowly opened his closed eyes, and in those half-open eyes, his gaze lacked its usual icy indifference.

He just watched her quietly.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand from her waist.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief and nimbly moved out from the foot of the bed.

Be careful not to step on a man's leg.

I finally managed to get out of bed, but I couldn't even stand up properly yet.

Then she heard the man's hoarse voice, as if he had just woken up, coming from behind her.

"Aren't you a student majoring in Chinese Language and Literature at Los Angeles Normal University?"

His next words made his voice sound meaningful.

Why do you paint with watercolors?

These words almost made Jiang Mian stumble and fall.

Fortunately, I quickly grabbed the handrail on the wall and steadied myself.

She didn't dare turn her head, afraid that if she met Lu Bozhou's gaze, she would have nowhere to hide.

Did he suspect her?

That's true, he's always suspected her.

Jiang Mian felt a little relieved and replied, "Yes, I... I taught myself."

I originally thought that would be the end of the conversation.

But then the man's voice rang out again, "Baking is self-taught too? Piano too? Lu Chaochi was showing off to me, saying you can even play and sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' for him?"

"I didn't realize that gambling addict was so willing to mentor you."

The man chuckled softly, a sound that seemed both cold and indifferent.

Regardless of whether his laughter was cold or not, Jiang Mian felt extremely cold inside after hearing the content of his words.

I originally thought he was just suspicious, doubting her intentions and ulterior motives.

But his series of questions...

Jiang Mian felt a chill run down her spine; this man was probably questioning her identity!

Jiang Mian bit her lip tightly, trying to keep her emotions and voice steady. "I learned it on my own, and I'm not very good at it. I just learned a little bit so that I could have more job options."

"Is that so? I see." The man's voice was indifferent, as if he had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

Jiang Mian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm getting ready to go into the bathroom to wash my face and clear my head.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I heard a man's lazy, slightly husky voice coming from behind me, "It's drawn quite well."

Jiang Mian tightened her grip. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Lu."

She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and in the cramped RV bathroom, Jiang Mian leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.

He squatted down, hugged his knees, and curled up into a small ball.

He buried his face in his knees, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

Lu Bozhou was right.

That gambling addict Jiang Da would never mentor her. The original owner had already exhausted all her strength to get into university.

But in her past life, she was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

Even in its most impoverished state, the Jiang family is still a force to be reckoned with. Their children have received an elite education since childhood.

Jiang's parents had no intention of leaving the family business to her, knowing that she would eventually get married, and that most marriages among children in this social circle were business alliances.

Therefore, she was raised to be a socialite from a young age.

Not only is he proficient in baking, cooking, flower arranging, and pottery, but he is also quite accomplished in fine arts, music, and calligraphy.

In addition, she speaks Chinese, English, and French.

Lu Bozhou used to occasionally go home, back when Dingsheng Group had just begun to vigorously expand the business of its overseas branches.

He was always busy with work and meetings, often holding online meetings with people from overseas branches late at night, despite time differences.

When I'm very busy and tired, my temper gets really bad. After a meeting, I'll pin her down on the table and bully her.

They teased her while making her read those foreign language documents.

If she mispronounced a word in that confused and infatuated state, he would hit her hard.

Then, while teasing her forcefully, he lazily corrected her misread words...