The words "divorce agreement" were so prominent they were almost glaring.

The man's eyes were dark, and his gaze lingered on this page for a long time, as still as a frozen pool.

A few golden rays of dusk slanted across the man's jade-like face through the car window, his eyes so dark that his emotions were unreadable; he looked like a broken jade statue.

The fragments were filled with endless blood.

The driver in the driver's seat felt as if the atmosphere in the car had suddenly changed, becoming cold and chilly, as if he had fallen into a cold and frigid place, and his back went cold.

The driver shivered and cautiously glanced back through the rearview mirror. The man in the back seat had a calm expression, like a still lake, but his thin lips were unconsciously pressed into a tight line, and his eyes and brows looked like they were frozen.

A pair of dark, calm eyes stared intently at the phone, as deep and unfathomable as abyss water.

The driver didn't dare to look any longer and quickly looked away. It had been many years since he had seen the man's face so cold, with a barely suppressed anger in his eyes and brows.

Aside from when the gentleman first took over the group, the driver had never seen the usually calm and collected gentleman with such a frightening expression.

Although it still looks calm.

Zhou Ji read the entire agreement word by word, punctuation mark by punctuation. He logged out of his email, and after a few seconds, calmly dialed Assistant Shen's phone number.

Assistant Shen answered the phone with trepidation, holding it as if it were a hot potato. He forced a smile and asked, "Sir, is there anything you need me to do?"

Zhou Ji pursed his lips, losing his usual patience, and asked bluntly, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Assistant Shen inwardly groaned. When she saw her phone screen light up, she guessed it was a call to interrogate her.

He took a deep breath: "I checked with the people at Tianhe Law Firm several times, and there is no mistake."

He hesitated, unsure whether he should or could say something.

For example, the wife had already found a lawyer, and had had this idea at least two months ago. The divorce agreement was also prepared two months ago, and every clause was requested by the wife herself.

His sudden change of heart surprised him.

Assistant Shen never expected that his wife would quietly decide to divorce him, and that she would act swiftly and decisively, taking action without making a sound.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ji closed his eyes briefly, and after a moment he hummed in agreement, "Let's schedule an appointment with Attorney Cheng."

The man continued, "Tomorrow morning, at nine o'clock."

Assistant Shen hesitated for a moment before gently reminding him, "Sir, you have already made an appointment with Chairman Chen and the others from the bank for tomorrow."

Zhou Ji said calmly, "Postpone it to the afternoon."

Assistant Shen also knew that his boss's decisions were hard to change, and in fact, he felt that there was no need to rush the meeting with Attorney Cheng.

But he dared not utter a sound.

"Okay, I'll schedule a time right now."

Zhou Ji hung up the phone, rubbed his throbbing temples, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were as cold as could be. Even with his best efforts to control his emotions, he couldn't control the raging fire that suddenly burned in his heart. Like a wild beast locked in a cage, he was about to suddenly explode and bite the cage to pieces.

The turbulent emotions within me gradually subsided.

There was still a suffocating feeling in my chest, a suppressed, suffocating rage.

The driver had already parked the car in the yard. The man in the back seat remained silent, his jawline hard and his handsome features appearing colder than ever before.

The driver, trembling with fear, endured several minutes in the car. Perhaps unable to bear the deathly silence any longer, he cautiously spoke up: "Sir, we've arrived."

I'm home now.

Zhou Ji raised his cold eyes, his handsome features extremely stern, and his usual gentleness was no longer feigned. The man was expressionless and coldly curled his lips: "Get out."

The three cold, impersonal words seemed to carry a menacing aura.

The driver didn't dare say anything and quickly got out of the car.

Zhou Ji stayed in the car for a long time, until he felt the raging fire in his chest gradually subside, before he calmly opened the car door.

He went home.

Jiang Yue was not there. The housekeeper glanced at the master's face, which was as cold as if covered in frost.

"My wife went to the hospital, saying she had something to take care of. She should be back soon."

"Um."

Jiang Yue went to the hospital to get the results of the paternity test. She was indeed not Sun Chengfeng's child. The test report showed that the two were not related.

Jiang Yue was not surprised at all by this result.

She folded the report and put it in her bag, then asked the driver to take her home from the hospital. On the way, Jiang Yue was still thinking about whether to tell Jiang Zhi about it.

Otherwise, with his limited intelligence, he might never have discovered this earth-shattering secret in his entire life.

Isn't that exactly what happened in the original story?

In the end, no one knew.

After much deliberation, Jiang Yue decided to be a good person. She took a picture of the test results and sent it to Jiang Zhi via MMS. To avoid appearing like a malicious troublemaker, she left herself some room for interpretation: "Your mother isn't my mother, and your mother might not be your mother either."

Afterwards, Jiang Yue realized that the sentence sounded like an insult.

But that doesn't matter, because Jiang Zhi is just asking for a scolding anyway.

Now the question is, if she is not Sun Chengfeng's child, then who are her parents?

She is naturally beautiful and has an angelic appearance. Her parents must not be ordinary people; they should also be very good-looking.

Jiang Yue wasn't in a hurry about this. Her parents could take their time to look for her, and they wouldn't care if they couldn't find her. She was now able to support herself and was no longer a parasitic plant that needed to rely on her parents.

When Jiang Yue arrived home, it was just getting dark.

She was humming a little tune when she entered the living room and immediately sensed that something was off.

It's too quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

"I'm back."

His voice was hoarse and low.

Jiang Yue looked in the direction of the sound. The man was sitting in the light and shadow, the scattered lights illuminating his handsome face. His eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a dark blue shadow under his eyes.

Jiang Yue sensed that Zhou Ji was acting differently than usual today; he seemed to be in a bad mood.

But it has nothing to do with her.

Why would you give her a cold shoulder and scare her if you were in a bad mood?

Jiang Yue hummed in response, too lazy to ask him what was wrong.

She changed into her slippers and was about to go upstairs when suddenly the man grabbed her arm. His fingertips pinched her hard, and she felt pain. She subconsciously frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Ji's breathing was heavy, his eyes as deep as wells. For a moment, he wanted to hand her the divorce papers in his email, and hysterically question her like a wronged husband, "What's going on? Don't you really love me anymore? Are you really leaving me? Why are you doing this to me?"

But in the end, he still didn't say anything.

He seemed like someone who had been teetering on the edge of rage for a long time.

He repeatedly suppressed his emotions.

He wanted to get to the bottom of things, even though he knew everything.

It was clear she didn't like him at all.

The divorce agreement simply exposed Zhou Ji's self-deceptive deception.