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As Jiang Mian spent more time with Lu Bozhou, she thought about the past more and more often.

It wasn't all pain; sometimes, the feeling was more bittersweet.

Just now, Lu Bozhou's words reminded her of her past memories.

She would think of those scenes that made her blush, and she would also think of how her paintings had never received a second glance from Lu Bozhou.

Not to mention receiving his praise.

She used to celebrate every wedding anniversary, Qixi Festival, his birthday, and Valentine's Day.

They would each give him a painting they had drawn themselves.

Because these four days span every season of the year.

They got married when spring was in full bloom.

Qixi Festival falls during the sweltering summer.

He was born in the golden autumn of October.

It always snows on Valentine's Day in Los Angeles.

Because Lu Bozhou never took photos with her, they only had a few wedding photos that were used at the wedding.

Therefore, Jiang Mian painted it. She painted realism very well, with delicate brushstrokes.

In the three years since her marriage, she has painted twelve pictures, taking "photographs" of them in her own way and with her passion.

She painted them strolling on the grass in spring. She painted them playing on the shore in summer, running under the fallen leaves in autumn, and embracing each other in the snow in winter.

Each painting was painstakingly crafted, yet none of them even garnered a glance from Lu Bozhou.

In the end, there was no trace of it; it might have been thrown into the trash.

But now, I just casually made a few strokes with portable watercolor paints and a booklet.

He not only looked at it carefully, but also gave his evaluation—it's drawn quite well.

So he can actually respond even to nannies with whom he doesn't have much of a relationship.

He simply didn't respond to his wife.

She wouldn't be jealous of her current self.

However, it is indeed a little heartbreaking. It really makes you feel that your past self was such a waste.

It's such a pity.

Such a sincere heart, if placed on anyone, would melt even a stone...

But despite all her efforts, she never received a kind word from him, not even a lie or a coax.

nothing.

Jiang Mian hugged her knees and buried her head. Her emotions weren't particularly intense; she just felt sorry for her past self.

A moment later, she stood up, let out a long breath, and her emotions had calmed down considerably.

I washed my face with cold water to clear my head.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw the man lying face down, probably asleep again.

Jiang Mian got out of the car to see if there was any mess left to clean up.

The driver was very skilled. Despite the strong winds and heavy rain last night, which soaked all the camping gear, both the tarp and the tent remained firmly planted on the ground.

Jiang Mian tidied up a bit and then used the gas stove and frying pan to fry toast, eggs, and luncheon meat for a simple breakfast.

I also brewed a pot of hot, fragrant hot chocolate.

When we got in the car after making breakfast, the father and son were already awake.

Lu Bozhou had a sour face when he first woke up, and there was a short stubble on his chin, but he was still very handsome.

He held a toothbrush in his mouth, took a towel, and rubbed it all over Lu Chaochi's face.

Lu Chaochi wailed under the towel, "Ah, help..."

"No one will die," Lu Bozhou mumbled between brushing his teeth.

Jiang Mian looked at this scene with some helplessness. Sure enough, when dads take care of kids, as long as they survive, that's enough.

"Let me do it." Jiang Mian quickly went to meet him and rescued her son from the man's arms. "Breakfast is ready, Mr. Lu, please go and eat first."

Jiang Mian carefully wiped Lu Chaochi's face, and the child whimpered in grievance.

Lu Bozhou glanced at Lu Chaochi sideways and scoffed, "Such a delicate flower."

“Dad is rude!” Lu Chaochi pouted.

"Hurry up, or I won't save you breakfast."

Lu Bozhou finished rinsing his mouth and got out of the car.

The child became a little anxious when he heard that breakfast would not be left.

Jiang Mian held his shoulder firmly, dabbed some baby cream on her son's delicate little face with her fingertips, and then spread it evenly.

“Mianmian…” Lu Chaochi looked pitiful.

Jiang Mian smiled and said, "No rush, I've made quite a lot. If you really finish eating them, I'll make you more."

"Mianmian is the best!" Lu Chaochi exclaimed happily.

After Jiang Mian finished getting him ready and helped him get out of the car,

I noticed that the breakfast on the table was barely touched.

He only took one sip of the hot cocoa before probably finding it too sweet and putting it aside.

He was looking at his phone, his brow slightly furrowed.

You've been up for so long, why does your face look even worse...?

Jiang Mian didn't dare to provoke him.

God knows, after five years, this man might have developed some kind of morning grumpiness.

No sooner had Lu Chaochi sat down than Lu Bozhou looked over.

Jiang Mian pursed her lips. "If you want coffee, I'll make it for you."

"No need," Lu Bozhou said calmly. "I'm leaving after breakfast."

Jiang Mian was taken aback. "So rushed?"

Lu Chaochi was also a little surprised and disappointed, and didn't even have time to swallow the sandwich in his mouth.

He hurriedly asked, "Didn't you say you had two days off to come out and have fun?"

Lu Bozhou's eyes showed some annoyance. "Why suddenly organize a family dinner? It's really too much trouble."

Although Lu Chaochi is still young, it is clear that he already has the sense of responsibility that a scion of a wealthy family should have.

So although disappointed, they didn't show too much resistance.

Her voice sounded a little disappointed, "Okay..."

Jiang Mian knew very well what a family gathering of the Lu family was like.

Because of the complex and tense relationships within the Lu family, family gatherings never have a warm atmosphere.

Jiang Mian felt sorry for her son. "It's okay, I'll make you a delicious cake, and you can eat it when you come back."

Jiang Mian's words cheered Lu Chaochi up.

But Lu Bozhou said, "No."

Jiang Mian suddenly looked at him and blinked.

"You'll come with me."

The man's voice was deep and clear, indicating that he had no intention of negotiating.

"I?"

“You saved Lu Chaochi, and the Lu family wants you to attend today’s gathering as well,” Lu Bozhou said calmly.

There was still a faint hint of irritation in his voice.

Since things have come to this point, and her son will be going too, even if it's a dangerous place, there's nothing wrong with her going along.

Jiang Mian nodded.

After breakfast, an SUV drove up immediately, and yesterday's driver stayed behind to clean up the mess.

They left first in an SUV.

Jiang Mian originally thought it was just an ordinary family gathering. The Lu family usually booked a high-end banquet hall in a hotel for ordinary family gatherings.

But if it happens to be a holiday or special occasion, we will go to the Lu family's old residence.

Jiang Mian looked at the direction the car was heading, and it was clearly the direction of the Lu family's old residence!

Her eyes widened slightly, her gaze filled with shock.

A deep, slightly hoarse voice came from the side, sounding indifferent, yet seemingly carrying a subtle probing tone.

"What? You know this way?" [Seven Seven is asking for votes and favorites! Just a heads-up, Mianmian and the Boat Master are getting married soon!]