The sound of the car door locking was harsh and cold.

Zhou Ji, expressionless, instructed the driver in front to drive. The man, with his long legs crossed, had a rather unpleasant and somewhat cold expression on his face.

Jiang Yue could almost sense the icy chill emanating from him. She was a little curious: "What did that Taoist priest just say to you?"

Zhou Ji turned his face slightly, stubbornly uttering, "I didn't hear it."

Jiang Yue noticed his expression; it didn't seem like he hadn't heard anything, but rather like he had heard something ominous. Her gaze gradually became questioning, with a hint of distrust and suspicion. "You didn't hear some secret you don't want to tell me, did you?"

Zhou Ji kept a straight face, thought for a moment, and then said without changing his expression, "No."

Jiang Yue became very perceptive at times like this, staring at his frosty face, "But I feel you are very unhappy."

Zhou Ji looked at her calmly, appearing as composed and unperturbed as ever. His tone was leisurely and relaxed, and his hands, clasped on his lap, were so clenched that his knuckles turned white. The few words that came out of his throat did not sound like he was gritting his teeth, as if he really didn't care.

"I'm not unhappy."

If he hadn't uttered those words with such a blank expression, perhaps Jiang Yue would have believed him.

Jiang Yue's intuition told her that the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared outside the temple must have said something that displeased Zhou Ji, making the usually emotionally stable man so obviously express his joy and anger.

"Did the Taoist priest say you're going to lose money? Otherwise, why is your face so sour?"

Actually, Zhou Ji's expression wasn't that bad.

Just indifference.

It was very cold.

It felt like the kind of frozen weather that comes right after a snowfall in winter.

Zhou Ji seemed to sigh softly, giving her a deep look with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. However, the gloom in his heart had dissipated somewhat because of her words.

"Stop overthinking, there's nothing there."

Since Zhou Ji was unwilling to tell her, Jiang Yue stopped trying to guess.

It must have been something that hurt the man's pride that made him so tight-lipped and so unwilling to admit it.

He didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, yet he seemed to be bothered by the words of a Taoist priest who appeared out of nowhere.

Zhou Ji was indeed in a bad mood. The Taoist's few words were like several sharp knives, each one fatal, stabbing into the most vulnerable spot.

—Our connection was too shallow.

He certainly wouldn't believe such a thing.

He never believed in fate.

Zhou Ji believed that human will could overcome fate, and that even God himself could not take her away unless he died.

Jiang Yue was unaware that the man beside her had already gone through a thousand thoughts, all sorts of dark ideas had arisen in his mind, only to be silently swallowed up by him.

The car slowly drove down the mountain.

Jiang Yue felt stuffy in the car, so she rolled down the window. A gentle breeze blew through her hair, seemingly taking away the cold atmosphere inside the car.

There are many people and traffic congestion at the foot of the mountain.

The driver had no choice but to slow down, just as the car window rolled down.

When Jiang Yue turned her head to look at Zhou Ji, she coincidentally caught sight of a familiar face passing by the window. The girl had her hair tied in a loose bun, a long neck, fair skin, and was dressed in a youthful and beautiful style.

Jiang Yue had almost forgotten about the female lead.

However, after completing the storyline of the villainous female supporting character, she had no further contact with the female lead after she went to prison.

Following the progress bar of the original work.

Zhou Ji and the female lead should have officially started dating by now, and they're really in the midst of a sweet and loving relationship.

In the clips the system showed her, the male protagonist doted on the female protagonist, being gentle, considerate, mature, and possessing just the right amount of controlling desire.

He's the most popular type of boyfriend right now – the "daddy" type.

After filing for divorce, Jiang Yue never inquired about Zhou Ji's love life again. No matter how far his relationship with the female lead progressed, it had nothing to do with her.

Now all she needs to do is live safely until the day after the original owner dies in the story.

That means the task is complete.

However, Jiang Yue was happy to help Zhou Ji, saying, "I saw Zhao Shuyan."

Zhou Ji looked at her and asked indifferently, "Who?"

Jiang Yue could tell from his cold and indifferent demeanor that he wasn't faking it.

Her Highness only partially understood.

Does he not yet know that he has lost his wife?

He's lost his wife and he's not worried at all.

"Nobody was there, so if you didn't see it, that's fine."

Zhao Shuyan's figure hurried past and was no longer in sight. Jiang Yue wanted to remind him, but she missed the opportunity.

Zhou Ji lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The man had the driver take him to a nearby restaurant, which offered private dining and excellent privacy.

It was getting warmer outside, so Jiang Yue left the wool shawl in the car. The girl, wearing high heels, still looked petite standing next to him, with a slender frame and a supple figure.

The custom-made cheongsam fits perfectly.

In spring, it resembles a delicate and charming white crabapple, with each petal falling like the tide.

Bathed in the blazing spring sunshine, glistening with dew.

Zhou Ji gazed at the figure standing in the spring sunshine, his eyes as deep and dark as a still pool.

A faint fragrance is carried on the spring breeze.

The soft fragrance seemed to emanate from her body.

The courtyard was secluded, and the restaurant manager was exceptionally polite, treating the two distinguished guests with great respect.

"Mr. Zhou, the private room has been prepared for you. Please follow me, Mrs. Zhou."

It wasn't that he was unaware of the rumors about Mr. Zhou and Ms. Jiang's divorce; it was just that he was adept at reading people and could guess what Mr. Zhou wanted to hear.

Mr. Zhou is a powerful figure in Beijing.

If someone really wants a divorce, they can do it quietly, letting the news out without getting a divorce certificate; that's leaving room for maneuver.

Now that he's protecting her so well, it doesn't seem like he's about to get a divorce.

After all, he had never seen Mr. Zhou bring anyone to eat alone before.

The private room has a large floor-to-ceiling glass window.

You can see the courtyard full of spring colors, and the sunlight shines in at just the right time, filling the house with warmth.

The waiter quietly served the dishes, then tiptoed out and closed the door behind him.

Zhou Ji took off his coat and casually draped it over the back of the chair, revealing a thin shirt underneath. His broad shoulders and narrow waist gave him a smooth silhouette, and the loosely buttoned collar exuded a sense of languor.

Jiang Yue quite likes this place.

It was decorated in a classic style.

She took a sip of tea and asked, "Is this a restaurant under your name?"

If so.

When she wants to get a divorce certificate, she can have this restaurant divided among her.

Zhou Ji's brows relaxed: "No."

Her Highness looked visibly disappointed.

She's not good at keeping things to herself.

Their emotions are basically written all over their faces, making them easy to guess.

Zhou Ji poured her a cup of floral tea and said casually, "But you can come and dine and dash anytime in the future."

"Give me your name and put it on my tab."