After Zhou Ji finished comforting the child, he finally had a free hand to look at his phone. Everything was calm; there were no messages.

He waited patiently for several days, but still received no news.

Assistant Shen entered the office with the documents that needed to be signed. She was taken aback when she saw her boss looking down at his phone, deep in thought.

These past few days, I've often seen the boss staring blankly at his phone.

It seems they are deliberately waiting for news from someone.

But it's not hard to guess exactly who it is.

I won't think about anything other than Jiang Yue.

Under immense pressure, Assistant Shen broke the silence: "Sir, there are some documents here that require your signature."

Zhou Ji looked up. "Put it here."

Assistant Shen placed the file on the upper right side of the desk and nodded: "Okay."

As Assistant Shen was about to leave, Zhou Ji stopped him: "Go and confirm whether the contract with the TV station has been signed or not."

Assistant Shen suddenly remembered this matter and thought to herself, no wonder the husband was anxious. His wife had already signed the contract, and the program was being prepared at a leisurely pace. Perhaps he hadn't received any news from his wife, which was why he couldn't sit still for once.

Assistant Shen nodded: "Yes, sir."

After he left, he quickly dialed the producer's number without beating around the bush; at times like this, you just need to get straight to the point and ask directly.

"Has Ms. Jiang already signed the contract?"

"Of course, I can show you a copy of the contract. It's really a done deal, there's no way to back out now." The producer's heart was pounding, fearing that the sponsor's funding would be withdrawn at the last minute, which would mean he'd lost everything.

He quickly asked, "Assistant Shen, has Mr. Zhou changed his mind?"

Assistant Shen replied, "No, I'm just confirming the itinerary."

The producer breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher Jiang has really signed it. Who wouldn't like money?"

Unless you don't have enough money.

Assistant Shen nodded, but inwardly she was already feeling bitter. The president had gone to great lengths, scheming and plotting, even willing to appear on a program observing married life.

Unexpectedly, his wife didn't mean it that way.

Assistant Shen pondered for a long time, unsure of the best way to put it. After much deliberation, he finally settled on the simplest statement: stating the facts.

"Sir, Madam signed the contract last week."

"Um."

Zhou Ji looked at the person pinned to the top of her WeChat list. She hadn't paid much attention to his messages these past few days, openly ignoring them as read but not replying.

Zhou Ji wouldn't mind that.

Whether he returns or not, he can continue to look for her indifferently and without a care in the world.

Zhou Ji wasn't stupid; he immediately realized that she was probably deliberately not coming to see him.

Zhou Ji held his phone, smiled as he looked at her WeChat profile picture, and then opened their conversation.

Aren't you happy?

Jiang Yue was having a spa treatment at a beauty salon when she received this text message. Although she was a beauty, and although she was naturally beautiful with a face full of collagen.

However, it is still necessary to do some basic and simple hydration and moisturizing occasionally.

She was comfortably lying in bed applying a face mask when this line of text suddenly appeared on her phone. After she read it clearly, Zhou Ji piqued her curiosity.

While she was still typing away on her phone's keyboard.

Zhou Ji's messages continued to pour in.

The notorious villain Zhou Ji: [Once you sign the contract, there's no escaping it.]

The villain Zhou Ji: [Want me to go over the script with you beforehand, honey?]

Jiang Yue understood what he meant.

The first sentence should indicate that he realized she had been deliberately ignoring him these past few days, knowing exactly what he was waiting for, yet deliberately trying to disappoint him.

Jiang Yue's typing speed is now many times faster than before. She is very susceptible to being provoked and is easily hooked on such trivial matters.

But when faced with a major crisis, he is very discerning and his clear-headedness is frightening.

Jiang Yue feigned ignorance: [What contract? What script?]

Alright, alright, another lackey has gone to inform on Zhou Ji.

She knew there was a mole!

When Zhou Ji sent her the signed contract, Jiang Yue stopped pretending to be clueless and said, "Hmm, the script?"

There are other people who agree with me, so you don't need to worry about it.

After typing those two lines and sending them cleanly and efficiently, I felt refreshed.

Jiang Yue felt as if she had won a battle, and she felt triumphant in front of Zhou Ji.

Jiang Yue had truly offended the tiger this time. Zhou Ji stared coldly at the two lines of text. He rarely spoke to her in such a tone; every stroke of the pen was abruptly awkward. He asked, "[Which dead person?]"

Four words, spoken indifferently and detachedly.

A chilling coldness immediately hits you.

Zhou Ji truly hadn't expected her to have such a thought. Men consumed by jealousy are often irrational. [If you don't mind, I don't mind having one more person.]

He typed quickly, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with darkness: "After all, your husband loves you and indulges you in everything."

In that last sentence, you could still see the man's gritted teeth.

Jiang Yue found his words sarcastic and unpleasant. Unable to win an argument, she resorted to her most effective form of passive-aggressive behavior: "You're being rude; I'm not talking to you anymore."

Zhou Ji had grown accustomed to her turning the tables on him.

He pressed on, determined to get to the bottom of things: "Send me a picture, isn't your new husband handsome?"

Jiang Yue: ……

I'm speechless.

How could this person speak so viciously?

You inflict a thousand wounds on yourself, but inflict eight hundred wounds on the enemy.

He was probably born with a natural talent for sarcasm.

Jiang Yue retorted, "No, thank you. I'm afraid you'll feel ashamed if you see the photos."

Zhou Ji said: "Few people can make me feel inferior, so I should admire them even more."

The word "to look up to" doesn't sound very pleasant when used to describe a living person.

Jiang Yue took a deep breath and felt that Zhou Ji was becoming more and more like the person she used to know in Yanzhou, even their tempers were very similar.

This is how I always look when I'm sulking.

They always speak bluntly and hit the nail on the head, deliberately making others feel bad when they themselves are not, and they hold grudges very much.

Jiang Yue didn't want to argue with him endlessly anymore. Seeing Zhou Ji's exasperated appearance, she had already achieved her original goal.

After a while, she asked, "Are you really going to be on the show, Mr. Zhou?"

After calming down, Zhou Ji began to speak normally: "Hmm."

The voice message was short, but the voice was very pleasant.

It was a husky, slightly magnetic sound.

Zhou Ji then said in a muffled voice, "It's not that I want to be on the show, I just want more opportunities to spend time alone with you."

After she filed for divorce.

Such times are rare.

Zhou Ji could occasionally hear a little bit from his son, but only a little, really not much.

My son gets up half an hour earlier than usual before going to school every day, and only leaves the house when he is dressed neatly and looks his best.

Then he took a detour to Qin's house to see his mother.

So every evening when Zhou Ji came home, he could hear the boy excitedly describing, "Mom slept in today!"

"His face is pressed against the pillow, he's sleeping so soundly."

"I went in and secretly kissed my mom's forehead, and she didn't even notice!"

Or perhaps—

"Mom seems to be going to work today. She got up early but is still very sleepy. Her eyes are blinking when she talks to me, like she's about to fall asleep."

"Mom gave me a good morning kiss and gave me her milk to drink so I can grow taller quickly."

"Dad, I also want to grow taller quickly so I can protect Mom."

Zhou Ji listened silently as his son talked about these trivial things, as if he would never get tired of listening to them. He used to be able to participate in these details of life.

For example, although Jiang Yue goes to bed very early every day, she still has a hard time getting up in the morning.

She has a bad temper when she wakes up; she won't be happy whether the alarm clock or a person wakes her up manually.

Zhou Ji often gets slapped by her, but it doesn't hurt when it hits his face.

She has trouble getting out of bed, and he often wakes her up by kissing her.

Zhou Ji snapped out of his reverie and asked in a nonchalant tone, "Don't bother looking for someone else. Do you think I'd give you the chance to appear on a show with someone else?"

Jiang Yue remained silent.

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, as if he had guessed her thoughts, and said, "Once we live together, you'll have more opportunities to hurt me."

“My dear, I don’t have that much patience for anyone other than you. I know you don’t want to hurt innocent people either, so you’re in my hands to hold the reins.”

So she shouldn't even think about abandoning him.

This was something he had finally achieved after a long time.