Zhou Jimo silently saved the photo, then coldly asked: "Where did you get this photo?"

Even through the screen, Fu Qingnian could feel the chill in Zhou Ji's words. He chuckled softly, but didn't hesitate to tell him the truth: "My sister-in-law is a fan of your ex-wife."

Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow, showing no interest in Fu Qingnian's messy romantic relationships. Although he had long known that Fu Qingnian had coerced and seduced his own sister-in-law, successfully forcing her to get a divorce certificate with his half-brother, he had never asked a single question, too lazy to even be curious.

After a long silence, Zhou Ji slowly uttered a few words: "Not my ex-wife."

A solemn clarification.

It looks quite solemn.

Before Fu Qingnian could say anything, Gu Chen chimed in: "That doesn't make sense."

Zhou Ji remained expressionless: "We haven't gotten the divorce certificate yet."

After saying that, he opened the photo again, lowered his eyes and stared at it quietly for a while. The familiar feeling from his dream swept over him again, and it looked no different.

Assistant Shen suddenly knocked on the door.

Zhou Ji casually put away his phone, his tone indifferent: "Come in."

Assistant Shen carried the documents into the office. "Sir, these are all documents that require your review and signature."

Zhou Ji glanced at it and said, "Just put it here."

The man stood up, casually picked up his suit jacket, and said in a nonchalant tone, "There's nothing important today, don't bother me."

Assistant Shen replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."

He is very perceptive and never asks questions he shouldn't.

Zhou Ji had the driver take the car to the TV station.

Since no prior notice was given, no one knew that this member of the Zhou family had graced them with his presence again.

However, his Bentley still attracted some attention when it drove in. It was a top-of-the-line Bentley, which was quite expensive, and there was a low-key car following behind it.

Two plainclothes bodyguards came down.

They stood guard outside the door, constantly keeping an eye on the safety of those outside.

Jiang Yue was just rehearsing today, not officially recording. She simply went through the content to be recorded and then removed her makeup, changed clothes, and went home.

After she changed back into her own clothes, she saw the message Zhou Ji had sent her: "I need your help with something. I'll have Assistant Shen pick you up."

A few minutes later, another message came.

I've come to pick you up.

Jiang Yue was filled with questions. Why send someone to pick her up without explaining anything? This was not democratic at all.

She hasn't agreed yet.

Jiang Yue took a bite of a lollipop while replying to a message with her free hand: 【What is it first?】

She thought for a moment, then typed a long message: "I'm not a helpful person; I won't help with everything."

Zhou Ji didn't reply for a long time. Just as she heard footsteps outside the corridor and looked up, the door to the dressing room was pushed open from the outside.

The staff led the large Buddha statue into the dressing room.

As soon as Zhou Ji entered, he saw her biting a lollipop, her expression a little dazed. She had changed out of her dress, but her hair was still styled in a pretty bun, and she had a small, delicate face with a somewhat blank look in her eyes as she stared at him.

As Zhou Ji gazed at her face, he couldn't help but think of that photograph from earlier.

It is very beautiful, but it seems like a snow butterfly that can take flight, like a gust of wind that cannot be caught or kept.

The moment Zhou Ji saw that photo and met those eyes, he seemed to clearly sense that she would leave sooner or later.

She doesn't belong here.

That feeling was so intense, it burned my heart.

Jiang Yue also raised her face and looked at him quietly. Her eyes were still as clear and bright as before, without a trace of dust or impurity, as clean as water that had been naturally washed.

After the man entered, the others left without notice. He casually closed the door, and the lock clicked shut.

Zhou Ji stood with his back to the light, his cold and handsome features hidden in the dim light. He wore a white shirt, a black vest, and a cold and austere black suit jacket.

Tall with long legs, narrow waist and broad shoulders.

Her figure looks extremely superior.

Jiang Yue didn't expect him to appear so quickly. The man, wearing exquisitely crafted leather shoes, slowly approached her.

Jiang Yue wasn't afraid of him, but for some reason, her gaze became somewhat unfocused. She took two steps back, forcing herself to remain calm: "What do you need my help with?"

She won't agree to anything too difficult.

She never compromises herself.

When Zhou Ji saw her dodge backward, his gaze paused slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "My mother has been ill recently and hasn't been sleeping well."

After a pause, the man continued, "I would like to ask you to accompany me to Jining Temple to pray for her peace of mind."

He explained, "She's always believed in these things, and she likes you too."

Zhou Ji wasn't lying; his mother had fallen ill due to the high intensity of her work and now had to follow the doctor's advice to stay home and rest.

Jiang Yue is a soft-hearted person.

Her gentleness is not something everyone can receive; she always reciprocates with sincerity and kindness.

Jiang Yue still remembered Mrs. Zhou, a capable career woman, whom she had given a gift on their last meeting.

Since transmigrating to this world, Jiang Yue has never visited a temple, and she has her own requests.

However, even when she was a princess, she didn't believe that the gods in the temple could grant the wishes of ordinary people, and she still doesn't believe it now.

Praying to gods and Buddhas is never effective.

"Okay." Jiang Yue then asked, "When?"

Zhou Ji thought for a moment: "Tomorrow."

There was a master at Jining Temple who was said to have no worldly ties that he could not sever.

Zhou Ji suddenly felt ridiculous. He prided himself on being rational and scientific enough, yet he actually believed in these things.

He silently longed for a deeper connection with her, a connection born of shared fate.

"Are you done with your work? I'll take you home."

"Hmm, that's about right."

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then reminded him, "Hair."

Her hair was still in a bun, and the beautiful gold hairpin tassel was about to fall off.

Jiang Yue touched her hair and said, "Ah, this looks good."

Zhou Ji didn't say anything more. He suddenly became curious about what she was like before.

The scene he saw.

Only the moment when she died silently, again and again.

Looking back, it was all excruciating pain.

She must have been a pampered little girl who grew up surrounded by love, with innocent eyes and endearing spoiled nature.