Jiang Yue changed her clothes as soon as she arrived at the suite. She wore a high-necked light gray cashmere sweater and slim-fitting jeans that accentuated her long, slender legs. The hem of the sweater tucked into her thin waist.

She also tied her hair into a loose bun.

She looked like a recent female college graduate, clean and fair-skinned, with innocent and naive eyes.

She specifically searched for skiing techniques and paid attention to many precautions in advance.

Zhou Ji didn't expect her to be in such a hurry. After the ski area was cleaned up, Jiang Yue couldn't wait to go over. He took her hand and got her sunglasses, scarf, and gloves.

As the elevator doors opened, she rushed out like a gust of wind, only to bump into a tall man in a suit.

Qin Zhao heard an apology.

He looked down and a very beautiful face came into his view. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

Qin Zhao quickly put the feeling of familiarity out of his mind. He was a germaphobe, and the clothes that had been accidentally touched earlier still made him feel uncomfortable.

I just want to go back to my room and change my clothes right away.

Therefore, his complexion was not very good; he was aloof and cold, perfectly embodying the word "aloof."

Zhou Ji held Jiang Yue's hand, shielding her behind him, and rubbed her head: "Be careful."

Then he spoke to Qin Zhao in a low voice: "You're blocking our way."

The two clearly knew each other; they sounded quite familiar with each other.

Qin Zhao and Zhou Ji have never gotten along since childhood, and they can't stand each other.

However, Qin Zhao later entered politics and Zhou Ji went into business, and the two gradually stopped finding each other so offensive.

Qin Zhao made way, and only then did he realize that the woman Zhou Ji was holding tightly was his wife.

He was usually busy with work and didn't have much time to care about other people's private affairs. He only heard about Zhou Ji's wife from relatives during holidays.

Everyone frowned when they talked about her, sighing that Zhou Ji had married such an unpresentable woman.

From the brief glimpse I took, Zhou Ji's wife didn't seem so bad after all. In fact, she had a lively personality and was rushing out as if she were about to fly away.

The ski resort is very large.

Jiang Yue wasn't very good at skateboarding, and Zhou Ji had to help her so she could barely stand on it. However, Jiang Yue was very athletic, intelligent, and learned quickly.

She will soon no longer need Zhou Ji as her "coach" and will be able to ski freely on the slopes.

The girl spread her arms wide, and her thin back seemed to sprout wings, like a free and unrestrained butterfly.

She hadn't had so much fun in a long time. Even though she fell a few times and landed in the snow, she didn't feel much pain. She just dusted herself off and got up again.

Fortunately, I had adequate protective gear, so the fall didn't hurt too much.

Sometimes, when Zhou Ji looked at her, so free and unrestrained, he always felt that she didn't belong here.

It seems that no one can hold her back.

Perhaps one's actions are not one's own, but one's mind is infinitely free.

She has her own convictions and her own set of rules for doing things, which she won't easily break for others.

I won't stay for anyone, nor will I love anyone.

Is that why she wants a divorce?

Zhou Ji has already locked his inner beast inside a cage, and he doesn't want to let it out for the time being, nor does he know how long he can stay calm.

He felt he was getting deeper and deeper into trouble.

When did it start? Zhou Ji himself couldn't say for sure. The dense details formed a cage, trapping him inside, and he had long been reluctant to let go.

Jiang Yue had a wonderful afternoon of fun, and was so tired and sweaty that she reluctantly followed Zhou Ji back to the hotel.

While going up and down the elevator, they ran into Qin Zhao again.

Jiang Yue's fair complexion, with its rosy glow, resembled a ripe peach, exuding a sweet fragrance. Zhou Ji held her hand, and she remained quiet and well-behaved.

Qin Zhao kept his eyes straight ahead, but before exiting the elevator, he glanced at the woman Zhou Ji was embracing out of the corner of his eye. She looked like she had no brains.

She's pretty, and she's also quite cute.

I never realized Zhou Ji was just a looks-obsessed person. I used to think he was an intellectual type who liked smart people because of his aloof demeanor.

It's actually a good thing that the Qin family didn't form a marriage alliance with the Zhou family.

*

At night, after dark.

It snowed in the mountains too; perhaps it was the last snow before spring arrived.

Jiang Yue had exhausted herself in the afternoon, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow after taking a shower. She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard a deep voice in her ear.

Magnetic, yet gentle.

Jiang Yue opened her eyes wearily. She looked most obedient when she was half asleep and confused. Zhou Ji helped her get dressed and brought her slippers.

"It's time for dinner."

"I don't want to eat, I'm sleepy."

"I get hungry in the middle of the night."

Her pajamas were a little loose, revealing a patch of fair and prominent collarbone. The man looked away without changing his expression, paused, and continued, "Are you going to be hungry in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Yue was still sleepy. She slowly got up, but fell back down in less than two seconds, wrapping herself in the blanket and burying herself in it.

Zhou Ji felt helpless and said nothing.

Jiang Yue woke up at nearly ten o'clock.

She sat on the bed for a while and slowly regained her strength.

It was cold outside at night, so Jiang Yue stayed in her room and didn't plan to go out again because she didn't want to see Gu Chen and the others.

She used the sound from the TV as background noise while playing on her phone.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar name.

"GR Group President Zhou Ji has increased investment in the pharmaceutical division in the past two years, with remarkable results. In the third quarter of last year, its revenue far exceeded that of the overseas Anhe Group, and it has monopolized the global market for anti-cancer drugs."

"Zhou Ji is a low-key person, but recently he has been frequently involved in sex scandals. At the dinner of the poverty alleviation program, he was photographed with a female student on the balcony, which has sparked a lot of speculation. Insiders revealed that the two have a close relationship and that the news of Zhou Ji's impending divorce was already known within the GR Group."

As Jiang Yue listened to the news, she looked up at the group photo shown on TV.

Only a blurry silhouette could be seen; nothing more could be discerned.

The system beeped as it logged on, and then began recreating the storyline one-to-one—

The lawyer, in a businesslike and overly polite manner, said, "Ms. Jiang, Mr. Zhou hopes you can sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible."

The night was silent. The woman sat on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her face deathly pale, her voice trembling, and blood flowing from her eyes instead of tears: "I want to see him. I haven't seen him in so long."

The lawyer, barely containing his impatience, said in a detached tone: "Mr. Zhou means that there's no need for you to see him again. He's already done more than enough for you. This money is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life, and he can also take responsibility for your previous illegal and criminal acts."

The lawyer stood up, looking down at her as she curled up in fear. "Otherwise, based on your previous actions, it would constitute intentional assault, which would land you in jail."

The woman watched the television broadcast of her husband's affair with another woman, tears streaming down her face. Then, in a frenzy, she tore up the divorce papers laid out in front of her.

After reading the excerpt from the original work, the system exclaimed joyfully: "Congratulations, dear! You've reached the middle of the story!"

Jiang Yue felt as if she were in the original world of the book, a dark place of oppression, sorrow, and being twisted by love.

Her silence piqued the system's curiosity: [Don't you have any thoughts?!]

Jiang Yue exclaimed, then rubbed her stomach: "I'm a little hungry."

system:【. 】

Okay, she's ruthless.

Zhou Ji was not in the room; no one knew where he had gone.

Jiang Yue was silent for a few seconds, then made a call to Zhou Ji and asked where he was.

The man in the kitchen downstairs, his voice sounding somewhat weary, said, "I'm cooking noodles for my wife."

Jiang Yue swallowed the five words that were on the tip of her tongue. She decided to finish her noodles before handing him the divorce papers.

You need to eat your fill before you have the energy to negotiate.

She was destined not to be the protagonist in his story, nor did she intend to be the protagonist in his story.

She also has a vast life ahead of her.

Zhou Ji was the same.