"Mom, no one is bullying me."

Hearing that soft voice, Jiang Yue snapped out of her reverie. She looked down at the little dumpling in her arms, and her hand itched to gently pinch his cheek again.

The child is very well-behaved.

She has a very good temper.

He neither inherited his father's cold-hearted and heartless nature, nor was he as spoiled and arrogant as his mother.

Jiang Yue looked into his eyes, thought about it seriously, and pursed her lips a little shyly: "Is it because I ate all your strawberry cake?"

Try to see things from another person's perspective.

If someone eats all of her favorite food, she might be so hungry that she'd be so angry she'd burst into tears.

The exquisitely handsome little boy shook his head. His features resembled Zhou Ji's, beautiful yet cold. He said, "That was originally meant for Mom."

He felt soft and fragrant, and he hugged his mother even tighter: "I just... just wanted to cry."

Perhaps she felt ashamed to shed tears in front of her mother.

He buried his face, and said in a choked, broken, and pitiful voice, "I...I don't know what happened either."

Jiang Yue gently patted his back and smiled, her lips curving into a faint smile that revealed a dimple. The chilly spring sunshine softened her smile, and she said, "If you want to cry, then cry. I won't laugh at you."

She also cried a lot when she was a child.

At the palace banquet, she would fight with other children. If she lost, she wouldn't cry. Instead, she would only lie on her mother's lap and sob after she won.

Zhou Zhengchu didn't want to be a crybaby.

only.

He had long noticed that whenever his eyes were brimming with tears, his mother would be even gentler with him, indulging him in her arms and letting him hold onto her tightly.

After a while, Jiang Yue realized that the child nestled in her arms had fallen asleep at some point.

Tears, still wet, clung to her dark eyelashes.

She had the housekeeper carry him upstairs to the bedroom. Still feeling a little uneasy, or perhaps because she had developed feelings for him, she went upstairs as well. She gently pushed open the door a crack, saw him covered with a blanket, and then silently closed the door.

Jiang Yue can barely remember the memories of this body and the child she originally had.

The image is very blurry.

My memories are also very vague.

The original owner's memories seemed to be fading away, but those emotions became very clear when Jiang Yue deliberately tried to recall them.

The original owner seemed to only have two emotions: love and hate.

It's as if they were born with only feelings of love, while all their other senses seem to be unawakened.

Therefore, she loved her lover like a moth drawn to a flame, and hated someone in a pale, superficial way.

It truly reflects the fortune teller's words—"disheartened and dejected."

"Madam, the floor is cold. Why don't you come inside and sit down?"

The housekeeper appeared just in time.

Jiang Yue always liked to sit on the steps and look at the scenery in the distance, casually propping her chin up and resting her head on her hand, gazing into the distance.

Perhaps she wasn't looking into the distance, but rather into her homeland.

The wind tousled the girl's black hair, and the golden rays of the setting sun fell precisely on her fair face. She said, "I don't feel cold."

The butler paused for a moment, then continued to advise, "If the cold gets into your body, you might fall ill again."

The housekeeper was actually worried that the master would blame them for not taking good care of his wife, who was not in good health, if she got injured or sick.

A husband who is usually mild-mannered at home will never be happy.

Jiang Yue exclaimed, then remembered that her body wasn't in good condition. She stood up and patted the dust off her clothes, though there wasn't much dust.

The villa is cleaned and maintained by dedicated staff every day, inside and out.

It was almost spotless.

Jiang Yue returned to the living room, where the servants had already prepared dinner.

She suddenly remembered something very important: she couldn't cook, and she would need to find a cook after moving.

Jiang Yue, who had never paid attention to her bank card balance before, finally remembered to check how much money was left in her account.

You can even see the details on your mobile banking app.

The balance on my salary card shows eight figures remaining.

Jiang Yue was stunned. Her fee for each appearance on the show was only a few hundred thousand yuan. After regaining her senses, she slowly opened the details and realized that Zhou Ji had been transferring money to her card for several months.

It's like they're using her card as a piggy bank.

I transfer money when I'm in a good mood.

Share this when you're in a bad mood.

Bonus transfer notes:

— [Buy pretty clothes.]

— [Buy a pretty hairpin.]

— [Buy some delicious food.]

The amounts are generally in the tens of millions.

Only once, probably when I was in a really, really bad mood, did I impulsively transfer one million yuan—[Next time, remember to go to a proper karaoke bar.]

Jiang Yue turned off message notifications for every app.

If she hadn't specifically clicked on it now, she might never have discovered that Zhou Ji had transferred money to her as if talking to himself.

Jiang Yue felt strange; she neither disliked Zhou Ji's behavior nor felt particularly moved.

It's just a genuine sigh; her ex-husband must be really rich.

She didn't ask for a penny in the divorce; she's truly beautiful inside and out, and of high moral character.

If she hadn't been in a hurry for Zhou Ji to sign the divorce agreement, she certainly wouldn't have been so magnanimous.

It still hurts a little to spend money you've worked so hard to earn.

But with Zhou Ji's money, she could spend it lavishly without any guilt!

She certainly hoped that her ex-husband would continue his fine tradition of transferring money to her whenever he felt like it after the divorce.

Just then, Zhou Ji sent her a message.

The man had just finished the shareholders' meeting. He loosened his tie, and the cold, stern authority he had displayed moments before was subtly replaced by warmth. His slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen—

This old villa looks quite nice; it's a bit bigger than the single-story house you chose this morning, and it has a yard where you can grow flowers.

Jiang Yue opened the pictures he sent along with the photos and found that the environment was indeed more beautiful, with a delicate little garden and a detached villa that looked like something out of a fairy tale.

She added a polite question: "Isn't it very expensive? This isn't very appropriate, is it?"

Zhou Ji could almost picture her expression as she typed—lively and adorable. He said, "It's not expensive."

If it weren't expensive, Jiang Yue wouldn't like it as much anymore.

She just wants to stay in expensive, nice places.

Jiang Yue said, "This one works too."

…

Two days later, Zhou Ji returned to Beijing on a private plane.

He did not betray Jiang Yue's trust, nor did he make any more excuses to prevent her from moving. After she had packed her luggage, he asked the driver to take her there.

Zhou Ji usually travels with bodyguards, but he was very low-key today.

There were no bodyguards following them.

Jiang Yue glanced at the man sitting next to her. Even though he was quietly hidden in the darkness, he had an undeniable presence. The only sound in the car was the sound of him turning the pages of a document.

He was calm and collected, as if helping her move was just a business matter.

Jiang Yue thought to herself, it seems that her useless little system is still quite accurate in its information.

The male and female protagonists are destined to be together, with an unchangeable fate.

"Sir, Madam, we've arrived."

The villa offers excellent privacy, with a designated person to open the door for both entry and exit.

The car slowly drove in, and Jiang Yue felt that she was breaking free from the original owner's tragic fate. She looked at Zhou Ji and said, "Let's sign the papers after the cooling-off period."

The man's fingers paused on the page, and after a few seconds he said, "Okay."

Jiang Yue had just moved when the news was leaked by the all-powerful and ever-present paparazzi, given that her relationship with her CEO husband seemed quite stable during this period.

Netizens didn't believe a single word of the paparazzi's claim that the wealthy couple had officially separated.

Ding Ru had suffered countless grievances at Jiang Yue's hands, but upon seeing the message, she couldn't resist checking the facts: [Yueyue, this is the Nth time you've been rumored to be getting a divorce this year. I'm not believing it anymore.]

Jiang Yue, being honest, said: "This time it's for real."

Ding Ru: ? ? ?

She was ecstatic!

Heaven has eyes; Jiang Yue has finally been dumped.

But the next second, Ding Ru worried, as if she were playing a trick on Jiang Yue!

Ding Ru took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Are you really separated?"

Jiang Yue then posted a cute emoji: 【No, I've already moved out (●?●)?】

Ding Ru sensed that Jiang Yue had reverted to her previous state where she was very easy to fool and extract information from. She continued, "So, how much of the property did Zhou Ji give you?"