A silent "ghost" glanced at her fingers resting on its wrist; they were slender and soft, whiter than paper, and the nails were a healthy pinkish-white.

Even their fingers look adorable.

Zhou Ji took her hand, which was a little cold, and said, "Okay, I'll take you out for a walk."

Jiang Yue was a little scared at this moment, so she didn't break free from his hand and let him hold her. Then she slowly followed behind him.

She walked slowly; her legs weren't as long as his, and she took small steps.

The man seemed to sense something and gradually slowed his pace. When they reached the sunny courtyard, Jiang Yue was no longer as afraid as before.

So he didn't hesitate to break free from Zhou Ji's hand.

The man didn't seem to mind. He turned his head to the side, and the golden light seemed to kiss the bridge of his high nose. He pursed his thin lips slightly and asked, "What did you wish for when you just prayed to the gods?"

Jiang Yue didn't hide anything from him, "I hope your mother gets better soon."

After she finished speaking, her gaze turned strange again, and she looked at him with confusion: "Didn't you ask me to come and keep you company today, hoping for a little more peace?"

Zhou Ji paused for a few seconds, but then again, she had always been so sincere.

It seems like it would be easy for her to give him her heart, but it's as if that heart will never fall into his hands.

Zhou Ji stared at her face, suddenly lost in thought, wondering when she would be willing to give up even a little bit of her love for him.

Coming to his senses, the man hummed in agreement: "But you can make several wishes before Buddha." He looked at her, his gaze like a calm lake, deep and unfathomable, as if testing her, but his indifferent tone made it difficult to detect his probing: "And you? Don't you have any other wishes?"

A gentle breeze ruffled the girl's jet-black hair.

Like strands of silk that appear soft yet are resilient.

Her long, ink-black hair cascaded down her back, a small section held up by a hairpin, allowing it to fall loosely, giving her a serene and gentle appearance.

She stood gracefully under the tree, quiet and well-behaved.

After a while, she said, "Yes."

Zhou Ji raised his hand to brush away the leaves that had fallen on her black hair. His long fingers had distinct knuckles, and he casually yet leisurely tidied the stray hairs on her forehead.

What is it?

"If I tell you, will you help me make it happen?"

The man was very tall; she had to look up at him to speak to him and see his face clearly.

Handsome features and an ethereal, jade-like demeanor.

His calm and composed demeanor carried an innate air of nobility, as if he possessed a cold and aloofness that kept everything else at bay.

The well-fitting black suit made him appear even more aloof and stern, yet extremely eye-catching.

He looks very handsome when he's silent.

Jiang Yue craned her neck and stared at him for a while, and surprisingly, she didn't want to look away for the time being. Well, maybe it was because his refined yet roguish appearance in a suit was too tempting.

It's forgivable that she fell for a honey trap.

Realizing something was wrong, Jiang Yue instinctively took two steps back, but before she could regain her footing, she was forced to pounce on him.

The arm around her waist was strong and powerful.

The man encircled her and, with a slight pull, drew her into his embrace.

Zhou Ji could tolerate her dodging once, but he didn't want to watch her run away from him a second time, treating him like a monster.

He lowered his head, his breath warm as he spoke, saying each word clearly, "To the best of my ability."

Jiang Yue thought for a while. Zhou Ji wasn't a big liar; he was a decent gentleman who kept his word. She looked into his eyes and said, "I want to go home."

Four words.

It's neither too light nor too heavy when you lift it.

It was simple, yet like a boulder, looming over his chest.

The heavy, slow process emptied the organs from the chest cavity, leaving the abdomen full of blood.

Zhou Ji knew exactly what those words meant, and his fingers on her waist tightened, encircling her more tightly.

After a while, he said, "I know."

Several times, Zhou Ji actually heard her talking in her sleep. Feeling insecure, she curled up and clutched the blanket tightly. Tears streamed down her face unnoticed as she pitifully whispered about her mother and other family members.

…

The air in the mountains seems to be better.

The further you go, the more pilgrims you see.

They gradually moved away from the secluded hall they had just left.

The temple was bustling with worshippers, and some people noticed the black Cayenne parked behind the temple gate, thinking to themselves that the rich were even more superstitious than they were.

They often come to pray to the gods and Buddhas.

The host escorted the two out. Zhou Ji treated them with polite distance, exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and then sent them away.

It's hard for him and Jiang Yue not to attract attention when they walk together.

It's the weekend again, and many young people have come to the temple.

There were quite a few young girls who recognized Jiang Yue. Some of the timid ones didn't dare to approach her, and even the bolder ones, when they tried to ask for autographs and photos, gradually backed down when they saw the man next to her and dared not make any rash moves.

The man's aura was so strong that even without any expression, the invisible pressure made people feel uneasy.

More and more people started peeping at them.

Several more passersby started taking photos with their phones.

However, he was stopped by the sharp-eyed and cold-faced bodyguard in black.

Even so, there will still be some who slip through the net.

The golden sunlight casts dappled shadows on the trees, and diamond-shaped patches of light fall evenly on the woman in the cheongsam, adding a touch of enchanting springtime beauty.

The aloof man beside her was also a perfect match for her in appearance.

They look like they stepped out of a painting.

Especially the arms wrapped around her waist, which exuded a man's possessiveness.

Passersby couldn't help but share the rare sight online; even casually taken photos had an incredibly atmospheric feel—"She has such a great presence in person!"

Fans rushed over upon hearing the news.

"I ran into so many people with my wife today."

"So they really went to ask Buddha if they could leave?"

"Don't ask, the answer is yes. Buddha can save everyone, except for stupid, love-struck idiots."

"All I saw was the domineering CEO and his sickly little wife."

“Then I’m different. I saw Buddhist monks from the Beijing circle and beauties in cheongsams.”

"Upstairs you..."

"Waaaaah, I was there myself! I just happened to be here to pray to the God of Wealth. I have to say, these two are such a perfect match, they both have such great presence. Jiang Yue is so fair-skinned, I feel like she's shining in my eyes. Her husband's every move exudes elegance. And let me tell you, it's so good to be rich. They came in through a different door, their cars drove right in, they didn't have to suffer up the stairs and wait in line like us."

"I also saw the black Cayenne behind that door below the Hall of Literary Profundity, and there were bodyguards lurking in the shadows."

"Let me correct you, it's my ex-husband."

"Let's just have a fake divorce. I don't believe we'll actually get divorced in this situation."

Fans were naturally envious of the random passersby, but they also had to admit that these photos were really convincing.

They look like a match made in heaven.

Nobility cannot be faked; both of them possessed a similar aloof and noble air.

Jiang Yue herself was unaware that she was being suspected of having a fake divorce with Zhou Ji. Zhou Ji hung a peace charm on a tall tree in front of the mountain, and then the two of them went down the mountain.

The car was parked on the back hill.

On their way out, they encountered a Taoist priest who had set up a fortune-telling stall on the back mountain.

He claims to be an expert in all aspects of geomancy and divination.

The Taoist priest smiled and looked at her, then at the man beside her. He paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue and uttered a few inexplicable words: "The fate between you two is too shallow."

Zhou Ji opened the car door and let her get in first.

He ignored it, but the Taoist priest behind him casually said, "Your obsession is too deep. Everything you have is what you have forced, and the result may not be satisfactory."

The man got into the car with a cold, indifferent face and no expression.

The door slammed shut, followed by the crisp sound of the lock clicking shut.