The second half of the sentence was originally completely unnecessary.

Qin Zhao's insistence on adding this sentence was not without reason.

He couldn't stand Zhou Ji at all. The thought of his sister having been married to him before and having a five-year-old child made him feel as if he had died.

Qin Zhao had to remind Zhou Ji that anyone could be his sister's husband in the future, but he was the one who could never be him.

Upon seeing Qin Zhao, Jiang Yue withdrew her hand. Without hesitation, she pushed Zhou Ji aside and slowly walked towards Qin Zhao, somewhat curiously asking, "Were you speeding? You were so fast."

The person arrived shortly after I hung up the phone.

Qin Zhao's heart softened when he saw his sister, and he felt especially sorry for her when he saw her hand wrapped in gauze. He said, "The two families don't live far apart."

It doesn't even take ten minutes to walk there.

They belonged to the same compound and played together as children. As they grew up, they all became respectable people and didn't seem like spoiled brats from wealthy families.

Qin Zhao dared not touch her hand, for fear of hurting her.

"Come on, brother will take you home."

Jiang Yue hesitated for less than half a second between the Qin family and Zhou Ji before making a new choice.

Zhou Ji's attitude just now didn't seem like that of a slave who would obey her blindly, much less a servant who would follow her every word! He was more like a wild dog that would bite back, with sharp teeth, biting the back of her neck to prevent her from moving.

Jiang Yue didn't like this, so she chose to abandon him without hesitation.

"Um."

Zhou Jijing stood quietly not far from them. She was tall with long legs, wearing a gray-black turtleneck sweater and loose, comfortable black trousers. Her excellent frame made her look good in anything.

His figure had silently blended into the deep, dark night. His features were calm and elegant, his eyes were as black as ink, and his empty hand slowly curled up.

It was only at this moment that Zhou Ji suddenly realized that every time Jiang Yue had abandoned him without hesitation, she had never chosen him.

Don't you like it at all?

Not even a little bit?

The man's skin was a pale, translucent white, his eyelashes were long and straight, and the bluish veins on his neck were faintly visible. His silence gave off a sense of loneliness.

Jiang Yue didn't turn around, but she felt a sense of unease, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

The gaze from behind was impossible for her to ignore.

The Zhou family's bodyguards stood guard outside the door; without the master's orders, they would not easily release anyone.

Two rows of bodyguards blocked the way, their demeanor composed and imposing.

Qin Zhao brought men, but far fewer than those blocking the way. He turned around and looked coldly at Zhou Ji: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Ji said, "Her hand is injured."

Qin Zhao's patience was almost exhausted: "I'm not blind."

Zhou Ji didn't bother with his usual high-sounding gentleness. He treated Qin Zhao the same way he usually dealt with disobedient subordinates. The man casually lifted his eyelids and said, "It was an injury sustained for the child, so I should take responsibility for it."

Qin Zhao was a little annoyed and said, "No need."

His tone turned somber: "What are you trying to do? Seize me by force? I'm not dead yet, and neither are my father and mother."

"Even if we all die, there will still be others in the Qin family."

Zhou Ji lowered his eyelids. Hmm, it wouldn't be so bad if they all died.

Well, he was just thinking about it in a gloomy way.

That would be too cruel to her.

After all, they are her relatives.

Zhou Ji looked up, the ever-burning light illuminating his pale face. "Mr. Qin, please don't throw mud at me with accusations of extortion and plunder. Not everyone is like you."

That's a sarcastic remark.

They openly and secretly blamed Qin Zhao for taking his wife.

Qin Zhao didn't want to waste any more time talking to him. He took out his phone from his suit trousers, intending to call someone over.

Zhou Ji glanced at the bodyguards, and they all obediently made way for him.

Qin Zhao scoffed, his cold laugh tinged with mockery. Zhou Ji really did raise a bunch of obedient dogs.

Back at the Qin family home, Jiang Yue was treated like a rare and protected animal.

They were all hesitant to touch the wound on her hand; it was heartbreaking to see.

Jiang Zhi, who was busy with research at school, rushed back from school overnight after learning that his sister had been taken back to the Qin family that night.

Jiang Yue felt uncomfortable being stared at by Madam Qin with her red eyes. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles on the sofa, probably because she was still not used to such ardent love from unfamiliar parents.

She knew about Mr. and Mrs. Qin's unreserved and passionate love.

It was for the original owner.

It wasn't for her.

She felt unworthy of it.

But telling them that their daughter had died long ago seems even crueler.

In fact, Jiang Yue had once asked the system, since her soul had traveled through a thousand years to this body, what about the original owner's soul?

She didn't have an accident, so she shouldn't be dead.

Jiang Yue still clung to the hope that perhaps she and the original owner had swapped souls and were living happily in each other's timelines.

However, the system stammered and couldn't give a clear answer.

There must be an answer to whether it's life or death.

Even this, the system was vague: "I guess he's not dead."

Jiang Yue disliked this vague answer: "Can human life be calculated?"

System: [Well, I can't explain it clearly either. You'll understand later.]

Jiang Yue didn't want to know later; she wanted to know now.

Back to this moment, Madam Qin seemed to be about to shed tears again in front of her, as if she was extremely remorseful. She had found the person but failed to protect her, and even let her be stabbed.

Hot tears fell onto the back of her hand.

It burned my skin and it hurt a little.

Madam Qin wasn't oblivious to her daughter's growing distance from them. While heartbroken, she could only try her best to make amends; she didn't ask for anything more.

Looking at the woman's tears, Jiang Yue felt uneasy. She awkwardly addressed Madam Qin, "I...I'm not in pain either, please don't cry."

She awkwardly added a few words: "It's bad for your eyes."

The little girl also had a faint chestnut scent.

She had just eaten piping hot chestnuts from Zhou Ji's place, and her fingertips seemed to carry that lingering fragrance. Soft and gentle.

Yan Wan's eyes widened slightly, and she was both crying and laughing.

This was the first time I had ever heard my daughter speak words of concern for me, and a warm feeling welled up inside me.

Yan Wan was moved to tears.

How come her daughter is so well-behaved? So considerate.

Yan Wan gradually stopped crying. Qin Genzhi put his arm around his wife's shoulder and looked at his restless daughter. The man's expression was gentle, afraid of frightening her. "I'll have the family doctor come and check your hands again."

Jiang Yue declined: "No need, I went to the hospital this afternoon."

Qin Genzhi was used to giving orders, but he didn't show any autocratic side in front of her. He always spoke in a gentle and consultative tone, calmly controlling the overall situation: "Just let him come and take a look. If there's nothing else, let him go back."

Jiang Yue didn't mention that Zhou Ji had already changed her dressing.

After the family doctor examined him carefully, Qin Genzhi was somewhat relieved. Raising a son is completely different from raising a daughter. Sons can be raised freely and can be left to their own devices.

The daughter, however, was different.

I'm always worried about how she's doing each day, whether she's been bullied, whether she's happy, and whether she has enough money. There are indeed many things I worry about.