She didn't even have time to turn off the lights.

The lamps with tassels on top of their heads shone brightly.

Zhou Ji bent down and picked her up from the sofa. His suit jacket covered her body, and he moved very gently so as not to disturb the sleeping person.

Perhaps it's afraid of the light.

She unconsciously snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his arms. Zhou Ji was afraid she wouldn't be able to breathe, so he used one hand to gently pry her face open so she could breathe.

Less than three seconds later, she buried her face again.

Zhou Ji carried the person out, and the surroundings fell silent in tacit agreement. People couldn't help but look at the person in his arms, who was completely covered up, as if trying to hide every single hair. You couldn't see their face at all.

Zhou Ji said politely, "I'll be going now, you guys continue."

He had no idea how much red wine she had secretly drunk.

The door opened and then closed.

Gu Chen drank silently for a long time tonight, his mind still perfectly clear, but he was still unhappy. He suddenly brought it up: "Doesn't Zhou Ji usually not let her drink? How could she bear to do it tonight?"

Zhou Ji had brought her out before, but he never let her touch alcohol.

They were quite generous today.

Li Ji said, "What else could it be? Otherwise, why would Jiang Yue let him hold her?"

Gu Chen chuckled coldly: "Heh."

The man gritted his teeth: "You bastard, you're full of evil intentions."

Let's calculate it.

Who can outsmart him?

...

Zhou Ji took the person directly back to their former marital home.

That villa had already been transferred to her name long ago.

After the divorce, she never returned to live there and stayed at the Jianan Mansion until she moved back to the Qin family home.

Clearly, the current situation is not suitable for sending the person back to the Qin family.

The villa is well-maintained by a professional, and I haven't been back for a long time. The layout here is still the same as before, and even the positions of the ornaments on the table haven't changed.

The maid was quite surprised to see the owner of the house for a long time, but fortunately she had always done her job diligently and kept things in good order.

Zhou Ji carried her back to the bedroom, casually loosened his tie, and went downstairs to the kitchen to cook a hangover soup so she wouldn't have a headache when she woke up.

The maid, trembling with fear, watched her master bustling about in the kitchen, her heart pounding with apprehension: "Sir, perhaps I should do it?"

Zhou Ji started the engine with practiced ease. "No need."

He said calmly, "You should go back and rest."

The maid breathed a sigh of relief, at least she no longer had to face the man's pressure: "Yes, sir."

Zhou Ji had no plans to leave tonight; he would wait until the other person woke up before making any decisions.

Jiang Yue slept until the early hours of the morning. When she woke up, she had a headache and sat up groggily. Before she was fully awake, a bitter-tasting hangover soup was placed in front of her.

"I'll drink it first."

Jiang Yue remembered that she had fallen asleep on the sofa while holding a wine bottle. Her eyelashes fluttered. "Where am I?"

Zhou Ji said, "A villa on the hillside."

Jiang Yue took a sip of the soup, and the taste on her tongue was bitter. It was really hard to drink. She forced down half a bowl and refused to swallow any more.

She put down her bowl, raised her small face, and asked, "Why didn't you send me back to the Qin family?"

If she remembered correctly, the villa on the hillside had been their residence for the past five or six years, and it was considered their former marital home.

Zhou Ji thought for a moment, then paused briefly, "plotting something sinister."

His blunt admission left her unsure how to respond.

Zhou Ji looked at her and then asked, "Does your head still hurt?"

Jiang Yue brushed his hand away: "It doesn't hurt."

Zhou Ji's hand froze in mid-air, his eyelashes lowered to conceal the expression in his eyes. This action, which he tried to avoid at all costs, was still a sharp thorn piercing his heart, and it still hurt.

Zhou Ji was silent for a while, but his expression didn't reveal anything. "Sleep here tonight."

Jiang Yue said "Oh," and then said, "Take me back."

Zhou Ji replied decisively: "No need to see me off."

Jiang Yue threw back the covers, stepping barefoot onto the plush carpet, and said, "Then I'll go back by myself."

As soon as she stood up, she was pushed onto the bed.

Her entire body sank heavily into the pillowcase, her wrists pinned above her head, her knees firmly pressed against her. At this moment, she was like a fish on a chopping board, utterly powerless to fight back.

Her breathing was somewhat disordered.

On the contrary, Zhou Ji remained calm and composed, slowly uttering, "I won't let you go."

He saw Jiang Yue glaring at him, but instead laughed: "I'm not a good person, much less a gentleman."

His fingers, thin and long, possessed a formidable strength, binding her wrists like a mountain, leaving her unable to move in his arms.

Zhou Ji suddenly remembered that she used to get angry very easily.

The remote location of Yanshan meant that the innocent, romantic, and somewhat spoiled little princess, who had never experienced hardship, would find it boring after a while.

She was clearly hiding under the eaves to peek at him, but when she got to him, she acted all serious and seemed to look down on him.

She didn't even talk to him much.

They are sparing with words.

Zhou Ji bit her lip under her surprised gaze. His teeth itched, and he wanted to bite through her skin and greedily draw blood from her body. It must be sweet.

The man stopped his desire in time. He stroked her hair and spoke softly, but his dark eyes seemed to hold a calm ferocity. He said, "Your Highness, I have been coveting you for quite some time now."

How could she expect a wild and untamed man to really be like a domesticated dog?

He could fawn over her.

But she also insisted on giving him all her love.

Even if Jiang Yue didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that Zhou Ji's words and actions did indeed frighten her.

She said, "Your previous gentleness and politeness were all an act."

Zhou Ji smiled, his eyes filled with even more affection: "Was I good at pretending?"

Jiang Yue felt a chill run down her spine, a shiver creeping up her back and into her brain. It was good that he was still pretending.

That night, Jiang Yue stayed at a villa halfway up the mountain.

Zhou Ji didn't push his luck and instead slept in the guest room next to hers.

He maintained the perfect distance, neither too close nor too far.

The next day, after Jiang Yue finished her meeting with the production team, the producer came to her office again. This time, he was very sincere and presented her with a contract worth tens of millions of yuan. "Teacher Jiang, take a look at these terms. This remuneration is really the ceiling for variety shows."

"Would you like to reconsider?"

To be honest, they were also heartbroken about spending so much money.

It doesn't matter who you invite; even popular dating reality shows have scripts, let alone programs that observe married life.

The characters are all pre-designed.

Just act according to the script.

They spent so much money partly because they were really interested in Jiang Yue's popularity and natural comedic talent. None of the variety shows she appeared on had ever flopped; she seemed to be a lucky charm for variety shows, able to revive even the worst ones.

More importantly.

With the help of a major investor, they received more financial support.

Compared to the huge sum of money from the sponsors, these tens of millions are nothing.