She didn't understand why she liked the man in front of her so much; she liked him at first sight.

I've liked it more and more ever since.

It seems like I'll never have any other feelings in this lifetime.

The man was tightly embraced by the woman who was rushing towards him, but he didn't pull away. He glanced at the young man behind her and asked in a calm tone, "Did you take your mother for a medical check-up?"

Zhou Zhengchu nodded to his father: "I've seen it."

As Zhou Ji spoke, he slowly pulled her hand away, put his arm around her, and led her into the car. Then he asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyelids and remained silent for a long while. "Not good."

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then said, "I understand."

The woman beside him was not so well-behaved; she was fidgeting and acting strangely, unlike when she first arrived. Now she was making a ruckus.

Both father and son were used to her personality.

It would be strange if she suddenly became quiet and well-behaved.

At this moment, she seemed not to hear what they were saying, and restlessly climbed onto Zhou Ji, sitting on his lap, not caring that there was her son in the back seat.

She cupped Zhou Ji's face in her hands, staring at the face she could never tire of looking at.

She not only liked him, but also wanted to possess him.

The more you love, the more insane you become; the stronger your possessiveness, the more insane you become.

She sniffed him like a kitten, pressing her nose against his neck and sniffing hard. When she didn't smell anything strange, her complexion improved slightly.

Even so, she was still not satisfied.

Why are you going on a business trip?

Zhou Ji wanted to get her off the stage, but she would cling to him and stay close. He appeared calm and collected, but after thinking for a moment, he told her the truth: "I have work to do."

Jiang Yue didn't accept this reason. She pouted her lips, which were glistening and alluring. Even when she was sick and confused, she was still so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

There's nothing to worry about.

They also don't need to worry about making a living.

Because they were pampered and spoiled.

“I saw you on TV. You had another woman with you, and your secretary was also a woman.”

"no."

Yes, I saw it.

"Those are the other company's clients."

It's very difficult for her to understand what Zhou Ji meant; she doesn't get it.

She poked his cheek, blinked at him, and said, "Your son said you don't love me. Why don't you love me?"

She seemed simply confused.

That's all I'm wondering about.

Zhou Ji glanced sideways at the young man sitting beside him.

He quickly looked away, said nothing, and gently patted her back with his fingers: "Go to sleep for a while, we'll talk when we get home."

She's easy to coax; a few words are all it takes to appease her.

She nestled quietly and obediently in the man's arms, her little face flushed from sleep, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Zhou Ji has never quite understood why she is so persistent in love.

Does he not love her? It's true that he doesn't have that many feelings for her, but it's not that he doesn't like her at all either. It's just that something is missing, but as for what exactly is missing, he himself can't describe it precisely in words.

She wants complete love.

He couldn't give her that.

But he has a clear conscience about this marriage.

What I could give, I have given.

The person nestled in his arms was sleeping soundly. When they arrived home, Zhou Ji carried her back to the master bedroom, but she was still asleep.

Zhou Ji went downstairs, and his son was in the living room.

He is now an adult; he has grown from a tiny little boy to this big without anyone noticing.

Zhou Ji looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Where is your mother's medical report?"

Zhou Zhengchu took out his medical examination report from the hospital today. Every piece of data was written very clearly, and he could understand it.

Her health was deteriorating.

It can be seen in my monthly physical examination.

Even the most exquisite tonics are useless.

Although this weakness is very subtle, it is not a good thing.

The man casually tossed the medical report aside and said, "I'll take your mother abroad next month."

The reason cannot be found domestically.

You could also try going abroad.

Zhou Zhengchu raised his face, his expressionless face resembling his father's, except that his eyes always held a hint of affection. "I'll go too."

Zhou Ji: "You're graduating next month."

There are a lot of graduation procedures to complete.

There's also a graduation ceremony.

Zhou Zhengchu pursed his lips: "That's not important."

Sometimes Zhou Ji can't figure out what his son is thinking or what he's planning.

As he grew up, he kept all his emotions very hidden.

Zhou Ji said, "Whatever you say."

The person in the master bedroom upstairs was sleeping soundly, buried under the covers, their face rosy and pale, their lips slightly pouting, as if they were having a sweet dream.

It was dinnertime.

The maid was about to go upstairs to call the madam for dinner when Zhou Zhengchu said calmly, "I'll go."

The servant, on the contrary, seemed relieved. "Yes, young master."

There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the master bedroom.

A faint, elusive fragrance, almost imperceptible.

My mother doesn't use perfume much, but she always seems to smell nice; she was like that when he was little.

When she was in a good mood, she would hug him, and he would quietly nestle in his mother's arms, his delicate fragrance filling the air.

She was still asleep.

She looks most docile when she's asleep; she won't look at him with disgust, nor will she utter those hurtful and cutting words.

Zhou Zhengchu woke her up in a soft voice.

When she first woke up, she was still a little dazed. But as she slowly remembered what happened at the airport that evening, her mood probably improved, and she started to find him more agreeable.

He got out of bed with a grumbling.

I went to the dressing room and changed my clothes.

She was already very beautiful, and with a little dressing up, she became even more beautiful.

A light green fitted tulle dress with a pretty bow tied at the back waist.

She has fair skin and long, slender legs.

Wearing this, she looks radiant and beautiful, like a pretty butterfly that has flown out of spring.

With a gentle smile in her eyes, she fluttered downstairs like a butterfly, forgetting even to put on her shoes.

Zhou Zhengchu picked up the slippers from the carpet and went downstairs unhurriedly. She was sitting in the dining room, her pair of fair and delicate legs swinging back and forth in the air. Her eyes were also a little anxious, and she kept looking towards the study.

Where did Zhou Ji go?

The maid patiently replied, "The master is in a meeting in his study."

She pouted unhappily and reluctantly said, "Okay then."

After a while, she seemed to have forgotten the conversation and asked again where Zhou Ji was.

The maid patiently repeated her answers.

Zhou Zhengchu watched for a while, then silently walked over and squatted down in front of her.

There is still a chill in the air even in spring.

She is still not well.

Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyelashes, held her ankle, and silently put on her slippers for her.

She seemed completely oblivious, still muttering and complaining about her husband—

Are meetings really that important? More important than me?

But I'm hungry, I need to eat.

When will he get better?

And so on.

Zhou Zhengchu straightened his back. Sometimes he felt that it was good that he had her blood in his veins. Even if he didn't look that much like her, he was just like her, stubbornly and obsessively yearning for the love he couldn't have.

"Mother, aren't you hungry?"

"A little."

"You can eat first."

"Oh? Then I'll wait for him a bit longer."

A few minutes later, Zhou Ji finished his meeting and came out of the study, meeting her bright, sparkling eyes.

Zhou Ji couldn't explain why he felt a little sad. Whether it was love or hate, too much of anything was not a good thing.

Zhou Ji sat down next to her and was unexpectedly kissed by her. After the kiss, she secretly smiled.

After dinner.

She always watches TV for a while.

Zhou Zhengchu switched the TV to her favorite channel, and she kicked off her shoes, crawling all over Zhou Ji, hugging him and pressing herself against him.

Her complexion visibly improved.

At times like this, one can sense happiness.

The father and son watched a rather boring and noisy palace drama with her in the living room for a while. After some time, she fell asleep in her husband's arms.

As Zhou Zhengchu watched his father carry his mother back to her room, he sometimes wondered if his mother was truly happy now, having lived such a muddled life.

The next day.

The Zhou family invited guests.

My mother is sick and it's not convenient for her to go out. Several times before, when she went out with her bodyguard, paparazzi who had been watching her for a long time took photos of her.

The photos disappeared from the internet in just five minutes.

My father has been home a lot lately, going to work during the day and coming home in the evening. My mother's mood has improved a lot, and she's been much more well-behaved.

Even if she saw him bringing people to give her injections and IV drips, she wouldn't shout that he was trying to harm her or kill her.

The guests have already arrived downstairs.

These were all her mother's "friends".

Fearing she would be too bored at home, they would invite her "friends" to the Zhou family home every week.

Even if these people didn't genuinely befriend her in the first place, they don't genuinely maintain a relationship with her now.

But in front of her, I dare not say anything carelessly.

"Are you a high school student or a college student now?" she asked lazily after her shoes were put on.

Zhou Zhengchu: "I'm about to graduate from university."

She nodded, but then lost interest.

She ran downstairs in her fluffy slippers, saw her good friends, and said sweetly, "I missed you all."

They all smiled in front of her.

Who would dare not laugh?

They were all hired to act alongside her, playing house with her like children.

Even if you have grievances in your heart, you still have to pretend to be polite on the surface.

Mrs. Zhou wasn't in good health, so they didn't dare let her do too much. They would get together to play cards and chat, and that was how the days passed.

As for anything else, they never dared to say it.

Every time I come here, I see the stern-faced young master at the Zhou family home. I've heard that the mother and son don't get along very well, but seeing it in person, I don't think that's really the case.

There's really no emotion involved.

They wouldn't have anyone keep an eye on them, for fear that they would overstep their bounds and say or do things they shouldn't.

However, it was common knowledge that Mrs. Zhou treated her son badly.

She played cards to her heart's content and won a lot of money. She was so happy that she didn't want the game to end.

The maid brought over her usual tonic, but upon smelling the bitter aroma, she frowned. "No, I won't drink it."

The servants dared not disobey the mistress, but they also dared not let her refuse to take her medicine, so they had to find the young master.

Zhou Zhengchu was revising his thesis on his computer on the other side of the living room. Hearing what the maid said, he nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

The boy closed his laptop.

They went to the card table.

The people at the card table became uncomfortable when they saw him.

She knew what he wanted to do as soon as she saw him coming, and she didn't want to break off relations with him in front of so many friends.

She immediately became unhappy, and her smile vanished. "I know what you're going to say. Don't bother me. We'll drink later."

Zhou Zhengchu nodded, then asked, "Did Mother win or lose?"

She seemed to have heard something unpleasant: "Of course I won."

The others were quick to realize that they couldn't continue to bother them.

However, they were already feeling uneasy and didn't want to stay any longer. The performance was making them feel increasingly uneasy and creepy.

Winning or losing at the card table doesn't matter.

The housekeeper always paid for them, so they never had to pay anything.

Their family was actually happy to have such an opportunity, since they could also ride on the Zhou family's coattails.

Something that takes a lot of effort from others to accomplish.

For Zhou Ji, it was just a matter of a single sentence.

There are plenty of people who want to curry favor, but only a few can actually succeed.

"Oh dear, we've gotten this late while we were playing. We won't bother you any longer. Let's come again next time." Someone spoke up first, and the others naturally echoed.

After the pleasantries.

The housekeeper arranged for a driver to take each guest home.

As the group walked out of the Zhou family's gate, they all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, finally feeling less tense than they had been in the living room.

"Like father, like son. Zhou Ji and Jiang Yue's son doesn't look like someone to be trifled with either."

"Who can argue with that? I heard he's graduating from university this year and will be joining the group soon. The Zhou family will most likely fall into his hands in the future."

"The father and son are like wolves and tigers, capable and cunning. If Jiang Yue weren't so smart..." She didn't dare say the last part, but even if she didn't say it, others could understand.

If it's not mental confusion, then it's a mental illness.

Jiang Yue is probably the happiest woman in the world.

“She’s not so bad off,” someone sighed, then added, “Why be so clear-headed? Look, isn’t it good to be a little muddleheaded? She’ll never have any other troubles, everyone indulges her, even we have to play along.”

"Absolutely, her husband and son are really loving."

It wouldn't be too much to be completely obedient.

No matter what she does, we can cover for her.

They didn't mind that she wasn't clear-headed, and even went so far as to create the perfect world she imagined.

Everything was arranged for her.

"Friends" and "family".

It's like living in a fairytale world in a vacuum.

So what if it's all fake? No one will expose the truth, and she herself will never realize it.

"I don't know when she will get better."

"Yes, what a beautiful person."

She was like a princess pampered in a castle.

Her carefree life has kept her childlike at heart; she laughs when she's happy and throws a tantrum when she's unhappy.