Jiang Yue wasn't very appreciative, but because of her upbringing, she couldn't say anything harsher, and simply brushed off his good intentions with a light tone.

Her stubbornness and inflexibility were quite different from the image Qin Zhao had heard of her.

Jiang Yue doesn't have a good reputation in this circle. The labels of sycophant and opportunist seem to be firmly attached to her.

Qin Zhao smiled slightly and did not insist any further.

Jiang Yue suddenly realized that going downstairs was a mistake. These four men didn't seem to be leaving, and she didn't want to exchange any more pleasantries with them.

She thought about it and decided against it.

Why not go back to your room and watch TV for a while, with the lights and volume turned up to the maximum? That way, you won't be dragged back into a deep nightmare.

"Ah, I'm suddenly feeling sleepy again, I'm going upstairs to sleep now."

Her words were so perfunctory and careless that they couldn't be more so. She probably thought her lie was very sincere, and her eyes were very genuine, which could indeed fool some blind and foolish people.

Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow and, following her words, said in a light tone, "Then let's go, let's go to sleep."

The man gripped her hand tightly, holding it firmly. Before going upstairs, he politely and distantly told the others, "We're going to sleep now. You can do as you please."

I got into the elevator.

Jiang Yue wasn't in a hurry to break free from Zhou Ji's hand. What difference did it make whose yang energy she absorbed?

She silently endured Zhou Ji's embrace for a while, but her hands started to hurt from being gripped so tightly. She frowned and muttered, "Your grip is so strong, can you be a little gentler?"

Zhou Ji tightened his grip on her waist, forcing the pampered girl to press against his waist and abdomen. Her breathing quickened. "Are you pushing your luck?"

The man remained silent, looking down at her.

She was probably still very scared; her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, her delicate body was slightly stiff, and her fingers clenched in her palms were a little cold.

As I stepped out of the elevator, the corridor lights flickered.

She was so frightened that she closed her eyes and instinctively snuggled closer to him. But when she realized that nothing was wrong, she felt a little annoyed and tried to push him away.

Her lips were moist and pink.

It gleamed with a moist, glistening sheen.

Like an enticing, sweet, ripe fruit, it makes one's teeth itch, and one can't wait to pierce her lips and suck out her sweet juice.

Zhou Ji swallowed hard, slowly shifting his gaze away, appearing calm and composed: "Aren't you scared?"

His voice was clear and aloof.

Her voice was as pleasant as ever, very melodious. The words, spoken with a touch of cold metallic quality, gave the listener a tingling, numbing sensation.

Jiang Yue hadn't spoken yet.

Zhou paused for a moment, then said casually, "Someone has died in this hotel."

Jiang Yue, who was about to pull her hand away, silently stopped. It wasn't that she hadn't seen dead people before, but thinking about it now still gave her the creeps.

Especially after she herself experienced these strange and bizarre things.

They were even more afraid of talk about ghosts and gods.

Once inside the suite, Jiang Yue turned on all the lights in the bedroom. Feeling safe enough, she pushed Zhou Ji's hand away, climbed into bed, and snuggled under the covers.

Head down, body curled up.

The little arch of her body under the covers looked rather pitiful and adorable.

Zhou Ji walked to the bedside and asked in a very democratic way, "Do you need me to sleep with you?"

A few seconds later, a muffled voice came from under the covers: "No need, I'm not afraid of these things."

The man remained silent for a long time, without uttering a sound.

A moment later, he lifted a corner of the blanket and slowly embraced her from behind, holding her close in his arms, feeling a sense of security.

Jiang Yue did not struggle, nor did she try to drive him away.

In the past, even when she was so tired that she couldn't even lift a finger, she would still roll up in the blanket and sleep far away from him. It seems she was really scared, which is why she was so obedient.

Jiang Yue nestled in his arms, where he was so warm. Holding him felt like holding a heater, and she closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Jiang Yue woke up to find no one beside her.

The curtains completely blocked out the sunlight.

She got out of bed with a yawn, and after getting ready, she inadvertently saw the "divorce agreement" that had been almost completely shredded in the shredder the night before.

Zhou Ji was on the balcony making a phone call, his face as cold as the weather outside.

A few minutes later, the man hung up the phone.

The suite was empty.

Jiang Yue went downstairs to have breakfast and ran into the same group of people from last night early in the morning.

Young men, full of energy.

Even if he drank until one or two in the morning last night, he looked no different from usual when he woke up this morning.

Jiang Yue found a spot further away from them, pretending not to see the three of them and acting as if they were nothing.

After breakfast, it's time to go our separate ways.

The Zhou family's driver waited for a long time at the hotel entrance, and their luggage upstairs was also packed by a dedicated person.

Jiang Yue had already started looking for a suitable house on her phone when the man appeared behind her without her noticing, his voice clear and gentle: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Jiang Yue put away her phone and said okay.

The car was spacious, but Jiang Yue felt a strange sense of confinement after Zhou Ji sat in, as if the air inside had become thinner.

She was about to speak when he suddenly interrupted her.

Zhou Ji handed her his phone. "These are the houses I had someone look at this morning. Do you like any of them?"

Jiang Yue breathed a sigh of relief; she had originally intended to bring up the matter of moving with Zhou Ji.

Seeing how easily he let go is quite in line with the male lead's character.

Jiang Yue was smug; it seemed the plot hadn't changed much.

She took it and studied it carefully before finally selecting a large, single-level apartment in the city center.

The location is great, and the lighting is excellent.

The space is several hundred square meters, which is large enough, and most importantly, it has a beautiful walk-in closet.

"This one will do."

The man glanced at the picture she pointed to, his cool eyes revealing a subtle tenderness and deep affection. He hummed in a hoarse voice and said softly, "Okay, I'll buy it then."

Zhou Ji looked up, his dark eyes seemingly reluctant to leave her. He continued, "I have to go on a business trip today. Please wait for me for two days, and I'll take you there."

Jiang Yue felt that Zhou Ji seemed to have figured things out.

Overnight, he seemed to have matured, completely unlike his cold and hard tone last night when he said he wouldn't sign.

However, this also dispelled her suspicions.

She nodded her chin, very understandingly: "Okay."

Moving seems like a lot of trouble.

She didn't want to do it herself.

Okay, she admits that she is a bit spoiled, and also has a bit of a lazy, unambitious, and indulgent attitude, only wanting to enjoy life.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

She doesn't want to be a reasonable but bullied good person.

Suddenly, there were two knocking sounds from the car window.

The unlocked car door was suddenly pulled open, and a handsome man with refined features calmly looked at the two people inside the car. He asked politely, "The car broke down. Would you mind if my assistant and I hitched a ride?"

Qin Zhao's chariot was indeed broken.

When the assistant discovered the car was broken, he felt a chill run down his spine. There was a meeting in the city today, and his boss was never late and didn't like his subordinates making such a basic mistake.

However, Qin's troops were clearly in a good mood today and did not pursue the matter.

Instead, he ended up hitching a ride with Mr. Zhou, whom he never got along with.

The assistant couldn't help but glance into the car, then stopped abruptly. For some reason, he felt that the woman sitting inside was bright and beautiful.

His eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to those of the minister.

It's not that they're exactly alike, but their impatient, expressionless demeanor is very similar.