She spoke those two words softly and gently, and Zhou Ji's eyes looked tender. It seemed that her inner anxiety really did ease with those two words.

Like a trembling butterfly gently caressed by a tender breeze, the butterfly, which had been trembling with fear during a hurricane, gradually calmed down and, having been comforted, was no longer so afraid.

Jiang Yue was still lying on top of him. She blinked at him, her eyelashes fluttering twice. Her dark eyes were like precious black pearls just taken out of a shop window. Her beautiful, bright eyes stared straight at him. After a while, on a whim, she suddenly said to Zhou Ji, "Lower your head."

The man paused for two seconds, without even asking why, and obediently lowered his head and bent his neck in front of her.

It's as if it's saying that she can do whatever she wants.

Jiang Yue reached out and cupped his cheeks, tilting her head back to plant a deep kiss on his slightly cool lips.

She rarely initiates kisses with him.

At this moment, she was a little awkward and not very familiar with doing this. Like a kitten licking someone, she could only clumsily lick him with her tongue, and after licking him, she would taste him to see if he was sweet.

Zhou Ji stiffened slightly, but didn't move much, letting her do whatever she wanted to him, even if it was unreasonable, he cooperated with her willingly.

However, her kissing skills were too clumsy, and she didn't know how to breathe properly. She accidentally bit his tongue lightly and tasted the sweet and bloody flavor, which made her frown immediately.

Finally, she seemed a little annoyed and slowly let go of him, her face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or from anger.

She pushed him away, and when she was breathing less heavily, she said, "I don't want to kiss you anymore."

I can't learn it, it's too difficult.

If she were to become self-taught, she probably wouldn't have much talent in this area. In any case, she definitely couldn't compare to Zhou Ji, who was always very skilled and could develop many strange and wonderful ways to play without a teacher.

At this moment, Zhou Ji looked at her with a smile, enthusiastically displaying the good qualities of a teacher, and asked, "Would you like me to teach you?"

Jiang Yue felt as if he was mocking her. She sat up, embarrassed and angry, and said, "No need."

Zhou Ji then generously added, "I won't charge you tuition; I'll teach you for free."

Jiang Yue stared at his face. He was completely different at home and at the company. At the company, you could feel the authority of a superior from afar, but at home, he was like a piece of warm jade, with a touch of dampness like bamboo after the rain.

Jiang Yue beckoned to him, urging him to come closer, and she tried again.

I'm still clumsy and unfamiliar with it.

However, compared to that awkward first time, it's already a significant improvement.

It's not difficult to seduce them, and it's quite enjoyable.

No wonder Zhou Ji used to love kissing her so much, with such fierce and intense kisses. If it were her, she would have liked it too.

Jiang Yue said confidently, "Look, I've already learned it, I don't need you to teach me anymore."

She was still a little smug; if she had a tail, it would have been wagging long ago. She then deliberately uttered a few words: "Teacher Zhou, you've been laid off."

"You are fired."

Zhou Ji chuckled, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed her waist, just as he was about to teach her a lesson for free.

Jiang Yue suddenly remembered that there were hidden cameras placed in the living room by the production crew, and she quickly pushed him away: "We're acting! There are cameras!"

She had completely forgotten that she and Zhou Ji were currently recording a program.

Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow; he hadn't forgotten, but he didn't care.

They don't care whether they'll be filmed or seen by others; the production team knows what should and shouldn't be shown.

Zhou Ji found her blushing face adorable; despite having done so many things, she was still so easily embarrassed.

Zhou Ji pinched her cheek. "I'll go block it."

Jiang Yue seemed to suddenly come to her senses: "What's the use of blocking it? Can you turn back time? The scene of me kissing you has already been recorded, hasn't it? I won't allow this to be leaked. Help me think of a way."

She didn't want anyone to see her kissing Zhou Ji first.

She refuses to do anything that seems cheap.

After saying this, Jiang Yue pressed her advantage, saying, "Anyway, you probably don't have a good image in front of the production crew. Your fierce and ruthless nature has long been exposed, and you're utterly wicked. So if you go and demand that they delete the footage, no one will think you're bad."

He was always portrayed as a bad guy.

It doesn't matter if it gets any worse.

Ideally, the production team should record his cold and domineering demand to have the footage deleted, so that in the eyes of the audience, she would appear gentle, considerate, and kind.

Everything needs to be compared.

Besides, what kind of "bashing" is it to belittle one's own husband?

Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw.

How come she has a husband again?

She was seduced by Zhou Ji's love trap, which should be her husband [the version awaiting divorce].

Zhou Ji didn't argue with her about these things and readily agreed.

But he can keep the materials; he wants to keep them private.

Time flew by. Zhou Ji glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, "Want to go pick up the kids together?"

Although it's a show about married life, it can't be too mundane.

The production team left one or two cameramen at the villa, in case there were no shots to film and no footage to use.

Jiang Yue recalled the boy's captivating expression last time, and her heart softened. She said, "Okay."

The housekeeper usually picks up and drops off the children at school.

Zhou Ji didn't have much free time, while Jiang Yue felt that since someone had already done it, why should she bother going over there?

If it weren't for that last sudden impulse...

She had no idea that Zhou Zhengchu would be so happy about her arrival.

At the time of dismissal, the gate of the elite private kindergarten is full of luxury cars picking up and dropping off children. Most of them are picked up and dropped off by their parents, and only a small number are picked up by their nannies or housekeepers.

The time of the wealthy is more valuable.

Zhou Ji left Jiang Yue in the car while he went into the kindergarten. A short while later, he was seen walking out of the kindergarten with a delicate and handsome little boy in his hand.

When Zhou Zhengchu saw his father, he was very happy. He couldn't help but look behind his father again and again. He was a little disappointed, but not very obviously.

The boy pursed his lips and calmly asked his father, "Didn't Mom come?"

Zhou Ji countered, "What if there isn't one?"

The boy lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes long. He obediently followed his father's hand and walked out quietly. After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "That's okay."