Zhou Zhengchu drove home.

His mother was still not very satisfied. After getting into the car, she fastened her seatbelt and muttered to herself, "Why did it take so long? I've been waiting for you for so long."

Zhou Zhengchu apologized in a very polite manner.

She sat in the passenger seat, craning her neck and peering out at every intersection, then turned to him and urged, "Could you drive a little faster?"

She couldn't wait any longer.

She was going to the company to wait for the opportunity to strike.

Zhou Zhengchu paused for two seconds, then patiently explained, "For safety reasons, I can't speed."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, she turned her face away, preferring to face the window rather than him.

She knew the way to the company. As soon as the car stopped, she didn't wait for Zhou Zhengchu and walked into the company gate in her high heels.

The security guards, the receptionist, and almost every employee on every floor recognized Mrs. Zhou.

Every time Mrs. Zhou came over, they would stay in their workstations and wouldn't go to watch the commotion.

In other words, if something goes wrong at work, there's still room for redemption.

If you offend Mrs. Zhou, you can pack your things and get out of here that very day.

Sometimes, when people in the company see those comments online, they sincerely ask Mrs. Zhou why she has been able to be so arrogant for so many years and still get away with it.

This is, of course, all because of this.

Their president, who is known for his fair and impartial approach to rewards and punishments, spoils his wife too much; even when she makes a huge mess, he manages to clean it up perfectly.

They felt that the car accident they witnessed had crossed the line of basic human morality.

But their boss, who can't tolerate any nonsense, can act as if nothing happened and, with extreme favoritism, help her clean up the mess.

They produced an alibi and hired a strong legal team to win the case.

With such a good husband, how could she not take his affections for granted and become arrogant! Is she going too far?

Moreover, they have now made a new and astonishing discovery: the young master's tolerance and affection for his mother are deeper than any of them had imagined.

A huge snack cabinet was specially installed in the office.

Does the young master look like someone who would eat snacks? Of course not.

The cleaning lady had secretly tipped them off; the whole cabinet was filled with snacks, all kinds of potato chips, and an endless supply of Want Want mini milk.

"Don't you know who loves potato chips? The CEO's wife."

"Haven't you seen Madam biting the straw at the company? Every time she drinks Want Want Milk, she bites the straw to pieces."

"These are all prepared for the lady."

"Damn. I didn't realize the young master was such a mama's boy."

"Forget it, I've never seen Madam pay any attention to the young master. He's just a pathetic little guy with a psychological defect who no one loves."

Zhou Ji was in the president's office.

Jiang Yue never knocks when she comes over. After pushing the door open, she first scans the office like a kitten patrolling its territory. Only when she doesn't see any strangers or smell any unfamiliar scents does she slowly lower her guard.

Today is no exception.

After she finished her "inspection," she slowly lowered her guard, rushed into his arms, hugged his waist, raised her face, and looked at him with her eyes sparkling.

She asked, "Don't you miss me at all?"

Zhou Ji wasn't good at dealing with such direct and passionate words. He didn't want to lie to her, but he also couldn't bring himself to say something against his conscience.

He touched her hair. "You've been too busy."

She tiptoed and kissed him. "Don't you even think of me when you have a spare moment?"

Zhou Ji remained silent for a long while, then looked down at her face. "A little."

Jiang Yue was happy to hear what she wanted to hear. After fooling around in his office for a while, she obediently curled up on the sofa and watched TV on his office computer.

Zhou Ji glanced at the time; there was a meeting in about ten minutes.

He was also worried about leaving her alone in the office, so he called his son on the internal phone: "Come up here and look after your mother for a while."

Zhou Ji went to a meeting.

Jiang Yue felt restless being alone in the office, but when she pushed open the office door, Assistant Shen came forward with great trepidation, his attitude extremely polite, as if afraid of not serving her well enough: "What are your instructions, Madam?"

She glanced at the secretariat and found everyone was wary. Before she could even look at them, they shrank back to their workstations, avoiding even eye contact.

She doesn't care what others think.

But you could also tell that these people were all afraid of her.

He probably doesn't like her.

She pursed her lips. "I don't want anything."

After saying that, she closed the door and locked herself back in her office, sulking with a feeling she herself didn't even know she was experiencing.

She didn't want to watch TV or use her phone.

She had no choice but to continue patrolling her territory, and unsurprisingly, she saw the photo on Zhou Ji's desk.

It's a family photo of the three of them.

The child she held in her arms was still very young. She had long hair draped over her shoulders, a gentle expression, and a faint smile in her eyes.

The man's hand gently rested on her shoulder.

This looks like a very happy family.

When Zhou Zhengchu came up, his mother was still staring blankly at the photo.

She only looked up from her daze when she heard him open and close the door. She looked at him and then at the photos on the table.

Is this you when you were a child?

Zhou Zhengchu walked over and his gaze fell on the photo, which he had never seen before.

His father hadn't shown it to him.

The mother knew nothing about it either.

He looked at the smiling person in the photo. Her smile was gentle, the wind was gentle, the sunlight was gentle, and everything looked perfect.

The little boy nestled in her arms.

Zhou Zhengchu swallowed hard, his throat feeling sore. He heard his own hoarse voice: "It's me."

She picked up the photo frame, muttered to herself, pouted her red lips, and complained softly, "Why didn't you put a photo of the two of us together? Oh well, I look really good in this photo."

Zhou Zhengchu's eyes reddened as he said, "Yes, you've always been beautiful."

It's as if they'll never grow old.

Forever young at heart.

She loved hearing those words, holding the photo, "I seem to never age, my genes are really good."

She put down the photo frame after a short while.

They went to look at other decorations.

The office was carpeted, and the edges of the desks were specially treated. Every detail was carefully considered, for fear that she might fall, bump, or get hurt.

She was clearly being loved in a subtle and gentle way, but she just didn't seem to realize it and always felt it wasn't enough.

It always seems like it's never enough.

When Zhou Zhengchu came up, he had prepared a bag of her favorite snacks, which is why he was a little late. He gradually calmed down and asked softly, "Would you like some milk?"

She had just kicked off her slippers and was now barefoot on the fluffy carpet. Hearing the young man's ingratiating words, she reluctantly said, "I'd like a drink."

Zhou Ji took a can of her favorite Want Want milk, inserted a straw for her, and asked, "Want to watch TV for a while longer?"

If the father is not here.

It takes more effort than usual to appease your mother.

She bit her straw, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "We'll see."

Zhou Zhengchu showed her sweet dramas where the male and female leads had happy endings.

His mother only liked watching sweet dramas where the main characters had a happy ending and there were no twists or turns in between.

She quieted down because she had something to do.

But after watching two episodes, it seemed like her husband hadn't finished his meeting yet, and her suspicious and paranoid nature resurfaced.

They were about to run outside barefoot.

It was Zhou Zhengchu who noticed. He frowned and helped her put on her slippers. She ran out like that, her long hair loose, wearing a white cotton dress, looking clean and very gentle.

Even though the other people in the office dared not look at her too much or provoke the president's wife, they had to admit that sometimes she was so beautiful that it took their breath away.

Without makeup, her bare face is even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Her face was slender and soft, white and tender.

Mr. Zhou, standing next to her, didn't look like her son at all; he looked more like her younger brother.

The lady ran out, and Assistant Shen almost couldn't stop her. Fortunately, President Zhou had already finished his meeting, and the group of people just happened to come out of the meeting room.

She ran out impulsively, and suddenly faced with the gazes of so many strangers, she felt somewhat uneasy.

She never considered the possibility of disturbing Zhou Ji's work, and blinked at the man, "Have you finished your meeting?"

Zhou Ji stepped forward, took her hand, and pulled her to his side: "It's over."

After saying that, he looked up at today's partners.

We just signed a contract with the government department and completed the procedures.

He looked at Qin Zhao and nodded slightly: "I'll have Assistant Shen see Mr. Qin off."

The Qin family and the Zhou family have had frequent interactions over the years.

Qin Zhao's mother and Zhou Ji's mother were close friends, and Qin Zhao's younger sister, Qin Qin, and Zhou Ji were the same age and played together a lot when they were young.

As we grew up, we lost touch.

In the past, Zhou Ji and Qin Zhao didn't like each other very much, but as they grew older, they both matured.

Even if they don't really like each other, they still put on a good show.

"No."

"Mr. Qin, you're too kind. We should still offer you a gift."

Qin Zhao didn't say anything more, but before leaving, he glanced at the woman hiding behind Zhou Ji. He could easily guess that she was Zhou Ji's wife.

It's no secret in their circle that his wife has mental health issues.

Qin Zhao had heard rumors about the heinous things Zhou Ji had done, and it was quite surprising that Zhou Ji could tolerate them.

Logically speaking, Zhou Ji would not tolerate such a person.

But he not only tolerated it, he also indulged her.

In the past two years, Zhou Ji's wife has rarely appeared in public. This is the first time Qin Zhao has seen her, and he finds her much more pleasing to the eye than Zhou Ji.

She's really beautiful; no wonder Zhou Ji was willing to do so much for her.

Qin Zhao withdrew his gaze: "Then I'll be going now. It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Zhou Ji said calmly, "Assistant Shen, see the guest out."

After seeing off the guests in the meeting room, Zhou Ji finally let go of Jiang Yue's hand, but she grabbed his arm tightly: "That person just now doesn't like you."

Although she's muddle-headed, she seems to have a very accurate sense of people's feelings.

Not only to her, but also to him.

Those keen emotions that others might not be able to sense, she can often see at a glance.

Qin Zhao did not like him very much.

However, the two companies inevitably have business dealings.

"I know." Zhou Ji patted her hair. "I have a meeting tonight. I'll have the driver take you home later."

She stayed at the company for almost a whole day.

I don't want to stay here any longer.

She disliked the way people avoided her, but she couldn't bring herself to get angry.

She obediently agreed at this moment.

It was getting dark.

She reluctantly followed her son into the elevator, but after going downstairs, she changed her mind: "I want to go shopping."

Zhou Zhengchu paused for only one second, then said, "Okay."

Most of the time, Zhou Zhengchu would fulfill all of his mother's requests, whether reasonable or unreasonable, right or wrong.

Maybe one day.

If his mother wanted to kill someone, he would help by handing her the knife.

The driver changed course and went to the mall, with plainclothes bodyguards lurking in the shadows.

The shopping mall is owned by Zhou Ji, and although she doesn't come here often, it doesn't stop the mall manager from recognizing her.

Today, the young master is accompanying his mother shopping, and it would seem inappropriate for them to crowd around him.

So they all pretended not to recognize each other.

However, they also gave a heads-up in the staff group chat beforehand, telling the employees to stay alert and not to have any accidents.

Jiang Yue went to a men's clothing store. She has a good eye and is very picky. She carefully selected several ties, asked about the material, and touched the fabric before choosing one that she was satisfied with.

Of course, her son wasn't included.

If the son wants it, he should ask his girlfriend to buy it for him, instead of coveting the family's money.

However, when it came time to pay, Jiang Yue bought her son a belt to round up the bill.

But if she did a good deed, she would break it down into many parts and exaggerate them in front of him.

“You’ve already graduated from high school, it’s your turn to take care of me. Why do I always have to buy you things? Will you become a freeloader?” She then widened her eyes again: “Let me tell you, your father’s property is mine, I won’t leave it to you.”

Zhou Zhengchu's willingness to endure beatings and scoldings was rather pitiful.

As luck would have it, Qin Zhao, who had just entered the store, overheard these words.

He came here now because he couldn't resist his mother's nagging, and brought Qin Qin along to buy some gifts for his grandmother's birthday.

Qin Qin's heart skipped a beat, and she decided to come and buy him something too.

Qin Zhao thought to himself, it seems the rumors were true, Mrs. Zhou is not very bright.

I thought her son had just graduated from high school.

Zhou Zhengchu was usually as cold as ice, but he was very patient with his mother.

The bill has been settled.

Zhou Zhengchu also saw Qin Zhao and Qin Qin.

He nodded politely: "Uncle Qin."

Jiang Yue grabbed him, glared at him childishly yet fiercely, and said bluntly, "He doesn't like your father, so you're not allowed to greet him."

Qin Zhao smiled knowingly, finding it amusing rather than offensive.

She grabbed Zhou Zhengchu's arm and started to leave, but as she passed Qin Qin, her face turned completely cold. "His sister used to have a crush on my husband. If you get along well with them, don't ever show your face in front of me again!"