I slept with the wrong person on my wedding night, and the boss spoiled me rotten!

That sound...

Jiang Xuxu froze on the spot, her back tensing up inch by inch.

No, it's impossible.

She must have misheard.

"Lifelike".

The voice rang out again, this time even closer.

The leather shoes clicked on the floor, one step, two steps, stopping behind her.

Jiang Xuxu gripped the pen tightly, her knuckles turning white. She didn't turn around, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Three years.

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, as if it overlapped with another voice.

"you……"

Jiang Xuxu's throat was dry. She managed to squeeze out a single word, but then she didn't know what to say next.

The person behind him fell silent for a moment.

Then she heard a very soft laugh, a laugh tinged with bitterness.

"Xuxu, don't you recognize me?" he said. "I am Lu Chen."

Jiang Xuxu looked up at him.

The man in front of her was dressed in a suit and tie, and he was a complete stranger to her from head to toe.

Her hair was neatly combed, and the watch on her wrist reflected the light from the window.

He is... Lu Chen?

But how come he's completely different from the Lu Chen of the past?

But the way he stood there, the way he looked at her, and the oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe.

"The road...is heavy."

She called out the name, her voice as cold as ice.

"My name is Li Mo now," he said gently. "Dad has agreed to let me be included in the family genealogy and has even changed my name."

Jiang Xuxu didn't reply, she just looked at him.

There was something in his eyes that she couldn't understand, too deep, too heavy, making her feel uneasy.

"What are you doing here?" She took a step back and braced her hands on the edge of the table behind her.

More than that question, she wanted to ask, "Where were you three years ago?"

Li Mo's eyes darkened as he watched her retreat.

"I came to see you," he said. "It's been three years, haven't you forgiven me yet?"

"Look at me?" Jiang Xuxu answered crisply, "I'm really good. Now that you've seen me, you can leave."

Li Mo didn't move.

He just stood there, looking at her, as if he wanted to make up for all the time he hadn't seen her in the past three years.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

"What do you want from me?" Jiang Xuxu sneered. "We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Li Mo's face paled slightly.

"I've never forgotten you all these years..."

"I don't need it," Jiang Xuxu interrupted him. "I don't want to know either."

She walked past him and headed towards the door.

As they passed each other, Li Mo reached out and grasped her wrist.

The hand was very hot, but the pressure was not strong, as if afraid of hurting her.

"Xuxu,"

His voice was low and a little hoarse, "I know I was a bastard back then. Knowing what I did, I deserve to die a hundred times over."

Jiang Xuxu didn't move or turn around.

"But I still want you to know,"

Lu Chen paused for a moment, then said, "I haven't been in contact with Lin Tingran for a long time. For the past three years, you've been the only one in my heart."

"The road is sinking."

Jiang Xuxu interrupted him, her voice eerily calm, "Let bygones be bygones. Don't bring it up again. I've already let it go."

Li Mo paused for a moment, then continued to plead, "But I can't let go. I want to start over."

Jiang Xuxu finally turned to look at him, her eyes so bright that it was hard to look directly at her.

"restart?"

She repeated each word carefully, "Absolutely impossible."

Li Mo's hand trembled slightly.

"I know you and he are no longer together. You've been alone for the past three years."

Jiang Xuxu looked at him and suddenly laughed, a laugh that was more painful than crying.

"What's it to you?"

She pulled her wrist away from his grasp. "Lu Chen, let me tell you, even if I have nothing to do with him anymore, it's impossible for me to be with you either. Let's save face for each other."

"I know," Li Mo said. "I don't care."

"I care."

Jiang Xuxu took a step back, creating distance between them.

Li Mo's eyes reddened, "Xuxu..."

"Don't call me."

Jiang Xuxu turned her head away, refusing to look at him. "You can leave now. And don't come back again."

Li Mo stood there, looking at her stubborn profile.

He wanted to reach out, to hug her, to tell her how much he regretted these past three years.

But he dared not.

He was afraid she would take another step back.

"I will not give up."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The door closed very quietly.

Jiang Xuxu stood there for a very long time.

Then she slowly squatted down and buried her face in her knees.

When Jiang Xuxu got home, it was almost eleven o'clock.

The living room lights were off, with only a sliver of warm yellow light shining through the crack in the children's room door.

She quietly pushed open the door and saw Aunt Zhou sitting on the edge of the small bed, dozing off, her head nodding.

My son was sleeping soundly, his little hands clutching the corner of the blanket, his body turned to the side, his breathing light and even.

"Aunt Zhou, you should go to sleep," Jiang Xuxu said softly.

Aunt Zhou woke up with a start, rubbing her eyes: "You're back? Have you had dinner? I left some for you in the kitchen..."

"I've eaten, you should go and rest now."

After seeing Aunt Zhou out, Jiang Xuxu sat down on the edge of the bed.

She reached out and gently touched her son's soft little face.

The little one, perhaps dreaming about something, smacked his lips, rolled over, and buried his face in the pillow.

As Jiang Xuxu watched, her eyes began to well up with tears.

Today was too long.

Huo Siyu's inexplicable tears, Lu Chen's sudden appearance, and those old stories she didn't want to dredge up again...

They were all pressed together, making it hard for her to breathe.

But when I see my son's little face, all those other messy things don't seem so important anymore.

"Nianchen," she called her son's name softly.

The little guy didn't wake up, but he seemed to hear it; his lips twitched as if he was smiling.

Jiang Xuxu leaned down and gently kissed his forehead.

She remembered what Aunt Zhou had said during the day.

Gu Nianchen learned a new nursery rhyme at kindergarten and insisted on waiting for her mother to come home so she could sing it to her. She fell asleep while waiting.

This child is just as stubborn as her.

Looking at his little face, Jiang Xuxu's heart suddenly melted.

Let bygones be bygones.

Whether the road is sluggish or all those unpleasant things happen, none of that matters anymore.

She now has Nianchen, her studio, Huo Siyu, and her life is slowly getting better.

enough.

She tucked the blanket around her son and prepared to get up.

"dad……"

Gu Nianchen suddenly mumbled something in a low voice, his voice muffled, as if he were in a dream.

"Daddy, hug me..."

Jiang Xuxu stopped moving.

She stood there, watching her son wrinkle his little nose, then turn over and go back to sleep.

Those two murmurs in my sleep just now were as if they had never happened.

But her heart ached a little.

This child has never asked his father since he was little.

She thought that if he didn't ask, it meant he didn't want to, or that he didn't care.

But now she understands that he was just holding back, just like her, swallowing back all the questions and words he wanted to ask and say.

Jiang Xuxu sat back down and held her son's little hand.

Even if she can pretend not to care, what about Nianchen?

When he gets a little older and asks where his father is, how should she answer?

Jiang Xuxu remained silent for a long time.

She realized that she really knew nothing about Gu Jingshen.

They hadn't even bothered to inquire about his family.

They got their marriage certificate in such a rush back then that she believed whatever he said.

He said he would tell her slowly when he got back, and she waited.

result……

Jiang Xuxu took a deep breath; she couldn't continue living in such a muddle.

Ask Qin Feng tomorrow; he should know quite a bit.