"Don't worry." Jiang Yue stood on tiptoe, reached out and cupped his face in her hands. Her dark eyes were as clean as if they had just been washed with water, clear as the bottom. She looked at Zhou Ji, touched the corner of his lips, and continued, "I like you."

She doesn't hate him.

She still likes him a lot.

It's what other people call the honeymoon phase.

Zhou Ji remained outwardly calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever. He lowered his head and unintentionally brushed against her nose, their breaths mingling intensely. He swallowed the bitter taste in his throat silently and asked, "Can I like you a little longer?"

Jiang Yue actually started thinking about it seriously. She wasn't tired of Zhou Ji yet, and it seemed like this honeymoon phase could last a very long time.

I'll try my best.

Zhou Ji slowly wove a net, initially wanting only her love, but gradually became greedy, and now dares not be greedy anymore, only wanting to keep her by any means necessary.

Zhou Ji didn't ask her if she would leave; he could see the resilience in her bones from her nonchalant and indifferent attitude towards life.

A bottom line is a bottom line.

It won't change for anyone.

Therefore, he cannot give her a choice, otherwise she will be abandoned without hesitation.

Jiang Yue didn't think too much about it. After talking to him, she yawned. She went to bed at three in the morning and got up at seven in the morning. After the tension was released, her spirits also relaxed.

Having just cried, my eyelids are a bit swollen, making it even harder to open my eyes.

She found a comfortable position: "I need to catch up on some sleep. Wake me up when we get home."

Zhou Ji took a blanket and draped it over her: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Yue was sleeping soundly, oblivious to her earlier sadness, as if she had already forgotten the time she had buried her face in his arms and cried her heart out.

It's a good thing to forget sad things quickly.

Zhou Ji gazed at her quietly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, revealing no trace of joy or sorrow. He raised his hand and gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes, his fingertips lingering on her lips.

She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling slightly, her breathing calm and deep.

He must have had a good dream, because his brows and eyes relaxed a lot.

The driver drove back to the Zhou family's house. He didn't wake her up and got her out of the car without disturbing her.

It seems she's really exhausted.

Zhou Ji held the person horizontally in his arms; his arms were strong and muscular.

We have guests at home.

Several of his mother's colleagues from school lived in the living room. They rarely visited, so it was unexpected to see such a scene on their rare occasion.

When Mrs. Zhou saw her son holding a woman in his arms, she didn't recognize her as Jiang Yue at first. But after looking closely, she could see her face clearly.

The divorce happened two months ago.

She thought her proud son would never turn back, much less do something he would regret.

Zhou Ji remained calm and composed despite being stared at by several probing eyes. It was Madam Zhou who felt embarrassed for him.

"What are you doing...?"

"Mom, keep your voice down," Zhou Ji reminded her. "She just fell asleep. She was busy with some things this morning and is a little tired. I'll carry her upstairs to rest first."

That's not what Mrs. Zhou really wanted to ask.

But what is his relationship with Jiang Yue now?

Which ex-husband would still be so entangled and messy?

If you're going to break up, break it off completely; otherwise, get back together.

The worst thing is to have lingering attachments after the lotus root has been severed.

Zhou Ji walked to the top of the stairs and looked back at his mother: "No need to call us for lunch, I'll stay with her and let her sleep a little longer."

Madam Zhou felt a tightness in her chest, and she didn't know where to vent it.

She watched helplessly as he carried her upstairs. Fortunately, her colleagues were all sensible people and didn't ask any questions even though they saw it.

"It's normal for young people to break up and get back together."

Madam Zhou can't control his affairs, and now she doesn't want to anymore.

Zhou Ji would always ignore her words, neither being morally coerced by her nor having any spirit of sacrificing himself for filial piety.

The bones are hard.

They have very hard hearts.

Mrs. Zhou turned her head and looked at Zhou Yu'an, who was curled up on the sofa playing games, making him feel uneasy.

"Second Aunt, what's wrong?"

"Tell me honestly, did your cousin and Jiang Yue actually get their divorce certificate?"

Under intense pressure, Zhou Yu'an had no choice but to put down the game controller in his hand. "I think I took it. I don't know."

He dared not ask!

During the days when the divorce scandal broke out, his brother's face was frosty, and he seemed to have four big words written all over his face: "Keep away, strangers."

Whoever goes up there is doomed.

A living punching bag and target.

He avoided his brother for those few days, not daring to utter a single word in the group chat, feeling incredibly stifled.

Zhou Yu'an was surprised to see his brother marry a beautiful woman, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, having at least averted a major crisis.

Zhou Yu'an then gave a thumbs up and began to praise, "It has to be my brother. Anyone else would have to chase after his wife for eight hundred years."

Madam Zhou couldn't understand what he was saying, and since she couldn't rely on him, she didn't bother to ask any more questions.

Zhou Yu'an, a level-ten idle person and a netizen who is online 24/7, knows all about the trivial matters that happen online.

His brother doesn't shy away from the fact that he's pursuing his wife.

Visiting the set and picking people up from get off work are commonplace for them.

To be honest, Zhou Yu'an felt quite relieved to see his aloof and unattainable brother fall from grace like a god into an abyss.

The master bedroom upstairs.

Zhou Ji placed the person on the bed, tucked them in, and then leisurely unbuttoned his shirt and changed into some loungewear.

The man went into the small study inside; there was an online international conference to attend at noon.

The others waited for a long time, and seeing the big boss's expressionless face through the screen was pleasing to the eye, but at the same time, it also made them feel a lot of psychological pressure.

Zhou Ji spoke calmly: "Let's begin."

The others composed themselves, taking the matter seriously and not daring to relax in the slightest. Zhou Ji, however, seemed not to be listening attentively, his pen casually resting on the table, occasionally tapping it lightly.

Zhou Ji wasn't really listening; he just listened without really paying attention. He was thinking about something else.

There are some things he won't tell her, and she won't know them.

Besides, these are all just his guesses. Dreaming about it doesn't mean anything, and looking exactly the same doesn't prove anything either.

Perhaps it's just a dream.

He may not necessarily have any connection with the man in his dream.

"ZoRo Group still has a dispute over the percentage, as they feel that 15 percentage points is a bit high."

A collaboration worth tens of billions.

Even a single commission can make a huge difference in money.

Zhou Ji said casually, "Hasn't the contract already been drafted?"

The other party looked somewhat embarrassed, his back tense, "It hasn't been signed yet. The contract was originally scheduled to be signed tomorrow."

Zhou Ji said calmly, "If you can't sign, you don't have to. If you think it's too high, you don't have to cooperate. GR never forces anyone to do anything against their will."

Perhaps sensing the faint chill in her boss's tone, she nodded, not daring to say more: "Okay."

The door to the small study was suddenly opened.

The person who should have been sleeping in bed woke up at some point.

Her expression still looked a little sleepy, her eyes big and round, clear and bright like black glass marbles. She seemed still drowsy, rubbed her eyes, and looked at him: "Are you working?"

When you're sleepy and dazed, the words you say tend to have a sticky, mushy quality.

Her voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in the online meeting room.

Even if these people accidentally stumble upon the boss's privacy, they still put on a very convincing act, not even blinking, as if they hadn't heard anything or that nothing had happened.

A qualified subordinate knows when to pretend to be blind and when to pretend to be deaf.

Jiang Yue slowly walked up to him in her slippers, yawning lazily. "Zhou Ji, go get me a glass of water."

After saying that, she didn't forget to make a request: "I want it iced."

I just woke up with a dry mouth and throat, and now I want to drink some ice water to calm it down.

Jiang Yue hadn't stayed at the Zhou family's old house many times and wasn't very familiar with it, so it would be more time-saving and effortless for her to let Zhou Ji do such a small thing for her.

The man got up, left his desk, and before he went to pour her some water, he added, "There's no ice."

Jiang Yue asked, "Isn't it in the refrigerator downstairs?"

Zhou Ji calmly replied, "No."

As Jiang Yue walked toward his desk, she said with absolute certainty, "You're lying."

Now, Zhou Ji readily admits to lying when she exposes him, no longer even bothering with feigned resistance. "Hmm. Don't drink anything cold, it's bad for your health."

Jiang Yue complained, "You really sound like a father; I'm even thinking of calling you Dad."

Zhou Jimo paused for a few seconds: "Next time."

Jiang Yue: "?"

She didn't understand, but she often couldn't grasp the deeper meaning behind his words.

Jiang Yue didn't understand and was too lazy to ask. She dragged her lazy steps slowly to his desk, looked at the computer screen, and touched the camera in the frame with some curiosity. "Are you video chatting with someone?"

Her face was clear and bright in the camera lens.

The moment her pretty face came close to the camera, you could almost smell her fragrance through the screen.

The others held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb them.

Being able to feel so comfortable and at ease in the boss's study, I can only think of my loved one.

Rumors circulated widely, with all sorts of claims, but none of them were as shocking as seeing it with one's own eyes.

Their president's wife seems even more charming and demure at home, and she commands people without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the screen went black very quickly.

Zhou Ji turned off his computer. "Yeah, I was in a meeting just now."

Jiang Yue felt a little annoyed that he had tricked her. Why didn't he remind her or stop her?

He let her walk to the computer, where her colleagues and subordinates could see everything clearly.

However, Jiang Yue couldn't very well blame Zhou Ji for her curiosity, so she could only say irritably, "Go and get some water."

Zhou Ji quickly returned, saying he didn't want her to drink ice water, but he still poured her water with ice cubes.

Jiang Yue drank about half a cup before she was thirsty.

"Am I a good dad now?"

"..."

Sometimes I don't know whether to say Zhou Ji is vengeful or shameless.

Jiang Yue pretended to be deaf and dumb, and after finishing her water, she wanted to go back to take a nap, but Zhou Ji grabbed her wrist and threw her into the small bed in the study.

The bed is small.

It's crowded with just two people.

Zhou Ji held her hand tightly, pressed against the headboard, and placed his knees against her waist, causing her to struggle wildly.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and nibbled on her ear. "Sleep here."

Jiang Yue, panting, turned her flushed face away: "No."

Zhou Ji said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep with me for a while."

Jiang Yue could hardly resist him, and in a daze, she gave in to him.

This is typical of couples in the throes of new love.

Like honey, addictive.

After several hours of passionate lovemaking, oblivious to the world around them, the two finally came downstairs at dusk.

Zhou Ji took Jiang Yue back to the Qin family and then went to the company instead.

Around six or seven in the afternoon, there weren't many people leaving get off work.

Zhou Ji ran into Zhao Shuyan again at the elevator entrance. Once or twice, she seemed to be using the same tricks endlessly.

Zhou Ji really disliked stupid people at work. He looked coldly at the documents she had scattered on the floor in front of him, and then watched her frantically pick them up.

The elevator is broken for some reason.

They haven't arrived yet.

Zhou Ji was getting impatient. Assistant Shen, who was sweating profusely, asked the security guard to call the elevator maintenance staff.

However, it can't be fixed in a short time.

Zhou Ji entered the regular employee elevator, and Zhao Shuyan felt that God was also creating opportunities for her. Even though she had been asked to leave last time, it did not diminish her courage at this moment.

This was her destiny, her everything.

Before Zhao Shuyan could even go inside, Assistant Shen politely stopped her at the door: "Thank you for waiting for the next time."

Zhao Shuyan has already suffered enough humiliation.

She looked up in disbelief, but the man, who kept everyone at arm's length, didn't even seem to notice her.

Whispers all around.

He pressed down on her back.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

"I'm not saying anything, but someone else has fallen again."

"Why are you so fixated on married men? I wish I had that kind of thick skin."

"It's hard to understand."

Zhao Shuyan, who was already somewhat wavering, began to doubt herself, wondering whether what she was doing was right or wrong.

Is all that reality just an unrealistic dream?

Zhao Shuyan was bumped into, and this time she really fell down.

I sprained my ankle, and the pain was excruciating.

Her tears fell one after another.

"Let me help you up."

Zhao Shuyan raised her head in a daze and saw a familiar face. It was the young man who had added her on WeChat at the stairwell last time.

He was handsome and spoke very gently.

Zhao Shuyan, holding his hand, slowly stood up, her face downcast: "Why did you help me?"

The young man smiled shyly: "Senior, I want to pursue you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I've liked you since school. I... although I'm not that rich, my family isn't poor either."

"Senior, what's in front of you is the real thing."

Please give me, and yourself, a chance.

Zhao Shuyan felt like she was under a spell, and this person gently pulled her back.

She thought of the cold treatment she had received from Zhou Ji each time, and felt no lingering affection for him.

Her tears fell like rain.

I'm not reconciled, I'm still not reconciled.

"What's in front of you is what's real."

These words kept echoing in her ears, and after a long time, she heard her own voice: "Okay."

at the same time.

Jiang Yue, who had just arrived home, heard a voice as cold as metal echo in her mind—

[Congratulations! You have completed the happy ending (HE) side quest for the male and female leads. Please continue your efforts to achieve the HE ending.]