The man sat upright on the sofa, the soft light falling perfectly on his profile. His skin was as translucent as snow reflected in the sunlight, his eyelashes were thick and black, and his dark eyes were refracted by the light to have a faint glassy hue. He looked at her with a peaceful yet unfathomable depth in his eyes.

As Jiang Yue met his deep gaze, a chill ran down her spine, as if she could see through the silent madness and distortion in the man's calm eyes.

To go or not to go?

Jiang Yue had never skied before, only seen it on TV, but to be honest, she was interested in skiing.

She thought for a moment and asked, "If I don't go, will you go?"

Zhou Ji coughed again, his lips pressed together in a hoarse voice. A faint smile played on his lips, as if he could read her mind. He said, "I will go."

Jiang Yue became even more conflicted upon hearing this.

How can this be allowed?

If he goes skiing, she won't be able to hand him the divorce papers in person, nor will she be able to discuss the matter with him in a calm and reasonable manner.

Jiang Yue had always believed that whether it was marriage or divorce, it had to be discussed face-to-face.

When you speak through others, you often fail to express yourself clearly and may cause misunderstandings.

She paused for a moment, then said stiffly, "I don't think I have anything to do those two days. Since you've invited me so kindly, I can't refuse. Let's go together."

Zhou Ji stared at her intently for a long time. His deep and quiet gaze made her feel uneasy. She was getting impatient with his stare and hesitated whether to ask him fiercely what he was looking at or to awkwardly avoid his gaze.

The man replied in a nonchalant tone, "Okay."

Jiang Yue breathed a sigh of relief; she had indeed been stared at by him and didn't know what to do.

Unfathomable, unpredictable, the cunning fox is up to no good, who knows what wicked scheme he's plotting now.

Jiang Yue had long since realized that this was a cunning old man who was very good at scheming.

If you cut open his chest, his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs would definitely be blackened.

*

night.

While Zhou Ji was taking a shower, Jiang Yue took out the divorce agreement that was locked in the drawer and put it in her bag.

The closer she got to the original time of the plot point, the calmer she became.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated twice, and the screen lit up.

Even late at night, Attorney Cheng didn't forget to send her a message, apologetically telling her: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, my caseload is full. If you need to litigate against Mr. Zhou in the future, you may have to find someone else."

Jiang Yue was actually quite satisfied with Attorney Cheng's professional competence.

He was very professional. Even though her requests seemed outlandish and unreasonable to them, Attorney Cheng did his best to meet her conditions and helped her draft an agreement that suited her interests.

Suddenly he quit.

Jiang Yue certainly felt it was a pity, but also a little strange.

She was very direct: "I can pay more."

Aren't their lawyers all about money? She's willing to give it.

However, Attorney Cheng's attitude was very firm: "I really don't have the energy left, I'm sorry."

Jiang Yue became a little unhappy again. He had never said before that his schedule was full and he didn't have time to take care of her divorce.

Attorney Cheng, you are very dishonest.

I'm so sorry, I'll have my assistant refund the fee you paid earlier.

Upon seeing the last sentence, Jiang Yue immediately turned off her phone, too lazy to reply.

Since that's the case, she can always find another lawyer when she has more time. Besides, Zhou Ji should be willing to sign the divorce agreement, right?

If he refuses, it must be because the conditions are too harsh.

She could relax the conditions appropriately, such as changing the property division to 50/50, but if she were to leave with nothing, she would definitely fight Zhou Ji to the death in court.

Jiang Yue didn't feel a sense of reality about her previous life.

But when she first transmigrated into this body, every time she saw Zhou Ji, she felt a bittersweet mix of emotions.

Was Zhou Ji good to the original owner of this body? No.

It's not really that bad.

He just doesn't love her.

But he shouldn't have allowed others to bully his wife at will, and he shouldn't have treated her feelings with such a condescending and sarcastic attitude.

If you're really that unwilling, you don't have to marry her.

The original owner was at fault, but Zhou Ji was not innocent either.

Jiang Yue was reluctant to recall the original owner's memories because her heart would clench every time she thought about them, a pain so intense it would bring tears to her eyes.

It aches and hurts.

Sitting alone until dawn time and time again, deliberately ignoring and forgetting time and time again, all of these cause one heart-wrenching pain.

When Zhou Ji finished showering, he came out and saw that she looked unhappy.

He was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was half-dry, and his beautiful eyes looked at her. "What's wrong? You're not happy?"

Jiang Yue tilted her head slightly and looked at him.

Having just taken a shower, he looked quite different from his usual suit and tie. His thick, dark eyelashes seemed to be glistening with an alluring dampness, his face was delicate, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were pressed into a thin line.

She has a very pretty face.

She's very good at tempting people.

He's like a male demon, seducing people.

Jiang Yue's intuition told her that it was no coincidence. Perhaps this cunning man was behind it all. But what if he knew she wanted a divorce?

Can you hold back from asking a single question?

She felt it was impossible.

Jiang Yue thought for a moment, then deliberately tested him: "Do you know Attorney Cheng from Tianhe?"

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, as if recalling something carefully, then uttered a single word: "Who?"

It doesn't seem like he's faking it.

It might really just be a coincidence.

Jiang Yue looked away: "Nobody's here, I'm going to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yue, who had finally fallen asleep, was woken up again by her child crying loudly from a nightmare.

The little boy seemed terrified.

Clutching her pillow, she went to her parents' room. Her face was fair, but her eyes were red, and large tears clung to her eyelashes. She looked so pitiful that anyone who saw her would feel sorry for her.

Zhou Zhengchu stood in front of his parents' bed, clutching his pillow tightly. His nose looked red. "I want to sleep with Mom tonight."

Looking into his moist eyes, Jiang Yue hesitated for a moment before saying no, but then said, "Come on up."

The little boy slept peacefully between his parents. After a while, seeing that his mother seemed to be asleep, he carefully hugged her arm and curled up in her arms, as if afraid that she would disappear.

Zhou Zhengchu did indeed dream that his mother had disappeared.

There was only a fading, receding figure, seemingly never to return.