Jiang Yue spoke slowly, her dark eyes fixed on him, her soft white lips moving as she spoke, the words uttered in a gentle tone like knives piercing his heart.

Her eyes were so sincere.

Even the sincere Zhou Ji, with his iron-blooded and cold heart forged through countless trials, found it hard to bear.

The black heart and rotten lungs were slowly cut open, bleeding profusely and causing prolonged pain.

Zhou Ji took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly, and slowly moved to her shoulder, squeezing her arm.

The man lowered his eyelashes, concealing the darkness in his eyes. He pursed his lips, his voice low and slightly hoarse: "It's alright."

He knew that she didn't like him now.

He knew she was completely different from before; she was a different person.

She seemed unaware of how obvious she was, or rather, she never intended to hide it. That night, when he returned home, he saw a lofty, radiant soul.

Zhou Ji looked up, his eyes seeming to well up with moisture, the blood vessels in them meandering like flowing water. He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps earnestly telling her, "It's okay."

He already knew.

I figured it out a long time ago.

At first, he might not have realized it, but later he gradually saw that she didn't see him at all.

She didn't care about him.

Zhou Ji originally thought that she at least liked his money, but just now she was so eager to give up her property, just to sever ties with him as soon as possible.

Therefore, she doesn't even like money.

She seemed to be able to get used to both poverty and wealth.

Zhou Ji looked at her, who was in a daze, and reached out to smooth the stray strands of hair behind her ear. He gently tucked them behind her ear, and his deep voice slowly descended from above him. He said, "Feelings can be cultivated."

After a pause, the man maintained his composure and continued, "You don't necessarily need to divorce me just because you don't like me."

He patiently reasoned with her, subtly and gently invading her heart: "Divorce procedures are complicated and troublesome."

"Besides, we don't have any compelling reason to get a divorce, do we?"

“I have no bad habits, I can give you a lot of money, I can take on the responsibility of taking care of you, and I will not interfere with your career, force you to do things you don’t like, or force you to quit your job and become a housewife. Jiang Yue, you are still free.”

The only one trapped was him, a prisoner caught in love.

He said all the nice things, just to keep the golden sparrow in his palm.

Jiang Yue listened to his gentle voice, which sounded very touching, and his words seemed to make a lot of sense, but... but she wanted a divorce, and it was all part of the script.

This was the storyline that Zhou Ji was originally supposed to follow.

She missed Jiang Guo terribly.

I miss my family.

I miss the carefree and unrestrained time that once belonged to the little princess.

She died in the Jiang Kingdom at the age of sixteen, which she was truly unwilling to accept.

Jiang Yue gently pushed his hand away, looked into his seemingly calm but already bloodshot eyes, and said, "Don't do this."

well.

Why go through all this? Why can't we part ways amicably?

She knew that with her irresistible charm, she would always encounter persistent suitors!

Even Zhou Fuwei, who had recovered from serious injuries, gritted his teeth and asked her if she could stay a few more days when he heard that she was leaving.

At that time, Princess Mingyi left Zhou Fuwei with a back view that never turned back.

Today, she will not change her mind either.

“I know you wanted to divorce me too, don’t try to lie to me.” Jiang Yue admitted that after she transmigrated into this body, Zhou Ji hadn’t done anything too outrageous. He was generous with money and devoted time and energy to taking care of the family.

but--

The plot revolves around divorce.

She continued, "And I always see your scandals with other people in the news. I think you must have been attracted to them too. I'm a very domineering person. I only like people who love me wholeheartedly."

Zhou Ji said, "What's written in the news media is all fake. It's completely fabricated and made up. A few days ago, I was just helping Gu Chen's brother-in-law pick someone up."

He also recalled those past scandals.

That's all nonsense.

He ignored it simply because it didn't affect his daily life; he couldn't possibly call every news outlet to threaten them into retracting the article.

Firstly, there is no need for it.

Secondly, I don't want to waste time on these things.

"I can guarantee my fidelity to this marriage."

He had neither improper relationships with others nor had he ever felt any attraction to them.

Jiang Yue ran out of words, and in the end she could only say harshly: "I don't want to go through a divorce lawsuit with you, don't force me."

Zhou Ji didn't expect her attitude to be so firm, so resolute, as if she wanted to sever all ties with him immediately, completely cut off their relationship, and separate them from the same household registration.

In that instant, many solutions flashed through Zhou Ji's mind.

They've even gone so far as to threaten her with her job, pressure her with her family, and devise even more despicable methods, like locking her up quietly until she gives up on the idea of ​​divorce.

They all flashed through my mind.

Zhou Ji's eyes were terrifyingly cold, and his chilling gaze was enough to make anyone tremble with fear. Jiang Yue was stunned for a few seconds by his sinister and dark eyes, and a chill ran down her spine.

The next second, the gloom seemed to be just her imagination, disappearing without a trace.

Instead, the man's expression turned calm, and he conceded: "There's a cooling-off period for divorce now. Let's both calm down for a few months before making a decision."

Jiang Yue looked into his eyes and asked, "Will you sign the divorce papers in a few months?"

Zhou Ji was not afraid to meet her gaze, and the man said, "If you want, I will."

This statement is, of course, a lie.

I said I wouldn't sign, and I mean it.

Jiang Yue was skeptical, but then she thought about it and realized that Zhou Ji hadn't lied to her before. Someone with such a proud personality wouldn't stoop to lying to her.

So, she naively believed his story.

"But we need to separate."

"I need to find a new place to move out, and you'll pay the rent."

Zhou Ji was initially reluctant to agree, but after thinking for a few seconds, he nodded and readily agreed: "Okay."

Zhou Ji touched her face subtly. "Why do you suddenly want a divorce? Did I do something wrong? Or is it you..."

He has a new love interest.

I should have known that those attractive male prostitutes at the club that day, though I didn't take them seriously, were still a threat.

Jiang Yue wasn't really listening to what he was saying. The girl seemed to suddenly realize something, clearly not thinking the same way he was: "What if you don't keep your word?"

Jiang Yue grabbed his hand and pried his fingers apart one by one, mimicking the gesture she herself had made when she swore an oath before the palace years ago. "Make a solemn oath that if you lie to me, may you be struck by lightning and thunderbolts from the sky."

Nothing could reassure Jiang Yue more than making a solemn oath.

After all, that's how she died.

Zhou Ji: "..."

Zhou Ji: "".