Jiang Yue wanted to pretend she hadn't seen Zhou Ji's reply, so she chose to delete the chat history, thinking that she wouldn't be able to see anything.

Zhou Ji was on a business trip today and had just landed in the UK. Without taking a break, he went straight from the airport to the company's conference room.

A short and efficient meeting was held, and before it ended, the screen of my personal phone kept lighting up with messages popping up non-stop.

Read these few lines of text she sent.

The man's lips curled up slightly, unable to suppress a smile. He clearly guessed that she had sent the message to the wrong person, but he still wanted to tease her on purpose.

As expected, after replying.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, it vanished without a trace.

Zhou Ji spoke slowly and deliberately, without any hurry: [?]

Her fingers were slender and pale as she slowly typed: "Why are you secretly talking badly about people behind their backs?"

Jiang Yue had already tossed her phone aside, but upon hearing the notification, she couldn't help but glance at it again. After a short while, she picked it up again.

Seeing Zhou Ji's lukewarm accusations made her blush.

It wasn't just that she was caught red-handed for being vain.

She even spoke ill of him, and to make matters worse, he saw it!

She silently took screenshots of the chat history she had already deleted, and sent them to him with a self-righteous air, followed by a self-righteous question: 【What are you talking about? (●?●)?】

I don't quite understand it.

soon.

It may not take more than ten seconds.

Jiang Yue saw his reply, which he repeated word for word.

A qualified ex-husband: [Whoever marries me is truly blessed, their ancestors must have accumulated a great deal of good fortune.]

A qualified ex-husband: [No wonder that vixen Zhou Ji was so desperate to divorce me; it's only human nature.]

Jiang Yue: ……

She stared at the two lines of text and was speechless for a moment.

What does it mean when he copies and pastes?

Are those screenshots mocking her for faking it?

A good ex-husband: [Am I remembering correctly?]

Jiang Yue: [Oh.]

She was reckless and thought, "So what if I sent it to the wrong person? So what if he caught me red-handed?"

Holding her phone, she racked her brains trying to figure out how to retaliate, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a response.

Zhou Ji then sent another message.

A good ex-husband: [Your selfie is beautiful.]

A qualified ex-husband: [Everything you said is true.]

Jiang Yue stared at the two lines of text, her face inexplicably turning red again, as if steaming hot.

She covered her face, feeling a sudden jolt in her heart.

If she weren't in the car, she would have wanted to find a place to roll around a couple of times.

Ahhhhh.

So annoying.

I was even a little at a loss.

However, Jiang Yue was no longer as at a loss as she had been at the beginning. Since she had developed some feelings for Zhou Ji, there was nothing wrong with admitting it.

She didn't reply to him.

Zhou Ji calmed down after a while, perhaps when she had calmed down.

Then they asked: "Have you gone home yet?"

It's not hard to tell from the background of the photo that she's not home.

Just as Jiang Yue was about to reply, Uncle Liu had already stopped the car and quietly reminded her, "We've arrived."

Jiang Yue snapped out of her daze, put her phone back in her bag, and got off the bus.

Qin Zhao had just noticed that she was staring at her phone, chatting with someone, and her face flushed red.

I won't think about it.

Only Zhou Ji remained.

Qin Zhao remained calm and didn't disturb her. When they got home, he kept quiet and pretended not to know anything.

Several lessons were enough for Qin Zhao to understand that he shouldn't arbitrarily interfere in his sister's private affairs. He had to control his controlling nature, otherwise he would only annoy her more and more.

Qin Zhao had to console himself that when it comes to matters of the heart, outsiders would only make things worse. And if he took a step back, was Zhou Ji really that bad?

Well, Zhou Ji did indeed have a long criminal record. Qin Zhao had tried to back down again and again, but he still couldn't resist that one thing that displeased him.

Jiang Yue was completely oblivious to Qin Zhao's meaningful gaze. She went upstairs absentmindedly, glancing at her phone every now and then, as if waiting for someone's message.

After a while, having probably mentally prepared herself, she reopened her conversation with Zhou Ji, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully typed: 【Just got home.】

Zhou Ji has already returned to his hotel from the company. [Where did he go?]

His question was neither presumptuous nor made anyone feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Yue used to not like to talk to him much, but lately she has been unable to control herself and can't help but reply to his messages.

[A group dinner.]

【And you? 】

Zhou Ji smiled: [On a business trip, just now working.]

He paused for a few seconds, then continued, "But I also brought you a gift."

Jiang Yue was about to lose her temper with him, and she was also about to lose her temper with herself.

What's wrong with me if I blush easily?

Ultimately, experience matters more than skill! She really couldn't outsmart Zhou Ji when it came to playing mind games; she was always easily swayed by his few words and began to have wild fantasies.

She felt she had to keep her composure and at least not let Zhou Ji realize that she already had some feelings for him.

She feigned composure: "Okay, I understand."

After saying those words, she turned off her phone. If she couldn't control herself, she had to resort to even harsher methods.

Zhou Ji stayed in England for two days before taking a private plane back to China.

Despite being busy with work, I still find time to spare.

He had his assistant deliver the gift he had spent a fortune on at a British auction house.

Jiang Yue was still asleep when Qin Zhao accepted the gift from her assistant. He opened the box, looked at it, and scoffed.

One has to admire Zhou Ji's shrewdness; even the small gift he casually had his assistant deliver looked quite valuable.

Qin Zhao originally didn't want to hand it over to her; he thought he could just quietly throw it in the trash and no one would know.

I hesitated, but ultimately didn't do it.

There are no secrets in this world; everything will eventually come to light. No matter how much Qin Zhao disliked it, he still gave her the things Zhou Ji had sent after she woke up.

Jiang Yue didn't open it in front of him. She didn't say anything, but her expression showed that she was very happy.

After a while, the girl had changed out of her pajamas and was wearing a beige knitted oversized hoodie that almost covered her thighs, with thin black stockings that made her legs look even more slender.

Jiang Yue took a bag of yogurt from the refrigerator, and sat down on the sofa with the yogurt in her mouth.

Qin Zhao watched TV with her in the living room for a while, and it just so happened that the channel switched to financial news.

News about Zhou Ji traveling overseas to discuss cooperation on precision parts with aviation giants has been everywhere.

Even in the news footage, the man's stern and aloof bone structure was still strikingly handsome, his face as still as water, with sharp eyebrows and eyes.

London is always rainy.

A bodyguard stood by, holding an umbrella for the person. The black umbrella was heavy with raindrops, which fell to the ground along the edge.

A group of people emerged from the high-rise building, their imposing presence and dignified aura emanating from them despite the wind and rain.

The man was wearing a black overcoat, and a young woman in business attire stood to his right.

Now, they are evenly matched and harmonious.

They could be a subordinate or a company translator.

She is beautiful and looks very intelligent.

Jiang Yue held the remote control, watching quietly, her emotions slowly fading from her face.

She seemed very angry.

He was expressionless and remained silent.

I felt so angry I was about to grind my teeth to powder.

But what's there to be angry about?

Is she jealous?

How could she also possess such ugly jealousy?

Qin Zhao changed the channel without saying a word, then casually asked, "The show you're watching has a new episode, do you want to watch it?"

Jiang Yue felt so sour that she was practically bubbling with sourness; the air seemed to be filled with vinegar, and even a whiff of it was sour.

She clutched the doll in her arms, her face still showing a hint of gritted teeth, as if she hadn't heard what Qin Zhao was saying.

Qin Zhao sighed, feeling both helpless and somewhat amused. He hadn't expected her jealousy to be so obvious; she couldn't hide it at all, and it was obvious at a glance.

Clumsy.

So cute!

Qin Zhao changed the channel, but she was still immersed in the scene she had just seen. She turned her head and asked seriously, "Was that Zhou Ji on TV just now?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then said, "It seems so."

Jiang Yue pursed her lips. "Oh, he's quite imposing."

Qin Zhao paused for a moment after hearing this sarcastic remark. He was about to change the subject when he heard her ask, "He's really lucky; the girl next to him is very beautiful."

Qin Zhao had already realized that she was jealous.

He had previously worked hard to break her up with Zhou Ji, and had done a lot of open and covert slander, but now he didn't want to take the opportunity to smear Zhou Ji, for fear that she would feel uncomfortable if she heard it.

"I've never seen them before; they might be staff from the UK headquarters."

"oh."

Jiang Yue was still sullen. Had she ever been like this before? She didn't even know herself, since she had never liked anyone or had ever been in love with anyone before.

She only remembers being very possessive of things that belonged to her.

Even if the emperor's younger brother wanted it, he would have to consider her feelings.

She seems to treat people the same way; if her younger brother treats others better than she does, she will definitely be unhappy.

So it's not wrong to say she's spoiled and willful.

"But they look like a perfect match."

"No, they just look like a boss and subordinate."

"Don't you hate him?"

A gentleman does not speak carelessly about right and wrong.

"..."

Regardless, Jiang Yue did feel a little better because of Qin Zhao's two sentences.

She switched back to the financial channel. Under the flash of the camera lens, the man's face was like a meticulously sculpted sculpture, with handsome features and an otherworldly air.

He signed his name cleanly and efficiently.

The other party also attaches great importance to this cooperation, after all, there are only a handful of suppliers of precision aerospace parts.

There aren't many options.

This collaboration proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner, faster than anyone had anticipated.

Just after signing the contract, the British Airways executive smiled at Zhou Ji and couldn't help but say a few more words: "Zhou, you seem to be very busy in the UK this time. You're going back to China tonight. I was hoping to treat you to a meal."

Zhou Ji replied fluently in English, "Yes, I have a loved one waiting for me."

"I heard you got married a long time ago. You must bring her next time you have the chance."

"I definitely will if I have the chance."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhou Ji left the venue with his entourage and drove directly to the airport.

Due to inclement weather, the departure time was delayed by more than forty minutes.

The airport's VIP lounge.

The man looked down at his phone; he hadn't responded to the message he sent to Jiang Yue for quite some time.

It's normal for her not to reply to messages.

But these past few days she's clearly in a good mood, like a lazy kitten who's eaten and drunk her fill, willing to stretch out her paws and cooperate with him, wasting some time with him.

Zhou Ji always had a lot of patience with her, and even if it seemed like he was talking to himself, he could continue as if nothing was wrong.

Just finished work and am about to head home.

It's raining in London, and the weather forecast says it might snow in the next day or two.

【Are you occupied? 】

[Um, could you reply to my message?]

On average, they are less than five minutes apart.

Even amidst the deafening silence, Zhou Ji remained as steady as a mountain, continuing to send her messages.

The man pondered for a while, then calmly typed:

Your Highness, what did I do to upset you again?

I know you're looking at your phone.

It's okay if you ignore me, sweetheart.

I miss you so much.

Wait for me to come back.

The accompanying assistant watched as his stern-faced boss diligently replied to messages, his head constantly lowered as he looked at his phone, seemingly chatting with someone.

It's not really a company matter.

Mr. Zhou never wastes so much time typing at work; he can usually solve most problems with just a phone call.

In this regard, they have always been successful and have handled things with ease.

The assistant cautiously reminded him, "Sir, you may board now."

Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, his fingers still hovering over the screen, tracing their paths for a moment before he looked down and sent another message, seemingly chuckling softly: 【Spying?】

Jiang Yue felt like she was holding a hot potato while holding the phone! She had never felt that a phone had caused her so much suffering.

Wasn't Zhou Ji abroad on business?

How do you still have time to send her so many messages nonstop? You don't even stop for a moment.

Talking to oneself, entertaining oneself.

She couldn't resist, and couldn't bring herself to delete it. She picked up her phone and slowly looked at it, her face slowly rising as if it were being steamed. The joy in her heart was also slowly steamed out by the scalding heat, exuding an alluring sweetness.

Like a blissful spring.

Like the revival of all things, like a wildfire igniting in the spring breeze.

Jiang Yue stared at the last few lines of text Zhou Ji had sent—

Zhou, with malicious intent: 【I miss you so much.】

Zhou, with malicious intent: 【Wait for me to come back.】

Zhou, with malicious intent: [Did you see that?]

A few short lines of text, like a breeze stirring a spring pond, made her think that Zhou Ji was a real shrewd person, able to guess that she was being spied on even from a great distance.

She was deliberately ignoring him.

She didn't want him to know that she had fallen for him.

Otherwise, wouldn't Zhou Ji be getting too cocky? But... but Jiang Yue felt conflicted. She had always felt that there was nothing to hide or be ashamed of in liking someone.

She would bring him to the princess's residence in a grand sedan chair to become her husband, and she would treat him very well.

But when this person becomes Zhou Ji.

She became less willing, perhaps because she still had a breath left to breathe, or perhaps because the original owner of this body harbored resentment.

I suffered too many grievances in previous years.

Even if these grievances were self-inflicted, she still... felt pain, resentment, and bitterness.

I also want him to experience the pain of unrequited love, and that his hysterical pleas will not be answered.