Jiang Yue should have been asleep by now.

But she had trouble sleeping tonight. She tossed and turned with her eyes closed, unable to fall asleep. After a while, she sat up again and turned on the bedroom light.

Jiang Yue blamed her insomnia on the cup of tea she drank that night.

She put on an overcoat and went downstairs.

The villa's servants didn't get to rest early, but when they saw the lady come downstairs late at night, they all had to be extra attentive to her.

"Madam, just tell us what you need."

Although my wife doesn't usually lose her temper or take it out on them anymore.

However, the lady is still very picky, with high requirements for food, clothing and daily necessities. If something doesn't suit her taste, she won't say anything, but she will frown slightly, making it clear that she doesn't like it.

Jiang Yue wanted to be alone for a while, so she said calmly, "You guys go back and rest, don't worry about me."

The living room fell silent.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are bathed in the bright moonlight.

Jiang Yue took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, picked out a stemmed glass she liked, poured half a glass, and took two sips.

It has a slightly astringent taste at first, but a sweet aftertaste.

When Zhou Ji arrived home, he was met by his wife, who appeared to be slightly tipsy.

The woman, dressed in a soft, silky slip dress, sat languidly on the sofa, her complexion rosy and her fair skin tinged with a light bluish hue.

Her eyes were moist and clear, her pupils were dark and bright. She leaned lazily against the pillow behind her, her skirt casually bunching up to her thighs.

Undoubtedly, she is beautiful.

Zhou Ji casually placed the black suit he had taken off aside, loosened his tie, and looked down at her with a scrutinizing gaze that seemed unfathomable.

Jiang Yue put down her wine glass, glanced at him, and then continued watching the television screen as if nothing had happened.

A few seconds later, it seemed as if it realized something.

Slightly drunk, Jiang Yue sobered up and looked at Zhou Ji again. Her beautiful brows slowly furrowed, and her voice sounded slurred, "Why are you back?"

Shouldn't he be enjoying a passionate moment with Zhao Shuyan right now, making love to her?

Is it already over?

Jiang Yue couldn't help but glance downwards, but quickly looked away. She began to ponder, remembering that Zhou Ji was still...

Well, how should I put it?

That's utterly beastly.

Thinking of her body, which felt almost crushed that day, and her voice, which was unable to speak the next day, Jiang Yue withdrew her absurd thought.

Zhou Ji said in a low voice, "The banquet has ended early."

Jiang Yue said "oh, oh," indicating she had no interest in any charity gala.

However, before she could figure out what was going on tonight, she still had to ask for clarification. She herself didn't realize that she couldn't hide her feelings at all; her eyes darted around and she looked very uneasy and guilty.

Jiang Yue pretended to be natural, but actually asked rather awkwardly, "Did nothing happen tonight?"

This statement practically spells out the whole story.

It was as if it was clearly telling Zhou Ji—I did something wrong, I feel guilty now, and I need to find out what's going on.

Zhou Ji stared at her face silently for a long while, then asked calmly, "Are you curious?"

Jiang Yue didn't have much patience for Zhou Ji to begin with. If it were according to her previous temperament, she would never have kept asking him if he didn't tell her the answer after asking once.

But this matter is more important.

It would be really bad if Zhou Ji didn't have something happen between him and Zhao Shuyan.

"Just a little bit." Jiang Yue's tone was already a little dissatisfied, but her complaint sounded sweet and coquettish. "Hurry up and tell me, I'm already sleepy."

Zhou Ji tugged at the corner of his lips, a faint smile on his face.

His wife was as stupid as ever.

They don't hide their bad deeds; they wear it all on their faces.

Now they're so eager to know the result, looking both fearful and anxious, which is truly both funny and exasperating.

After a moment of silence, the man spoke calmly: "Nothing happened."

Although Zhou Ji had no feelings for Jiang Yue, he wouldn't question his wife for the sake of an outsider, regardless of whether she did it or not—though it was highly likely she was the one who did it.

This wasn't the first time she'd acted out of jealousy and resorted to harsh measures.

However, Zhou Ji is still willing to help her resolve this matter.

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Yue's expression didn't improve much; she seemed particularly disappointed: "You and Zhao Shuyan didn't do anything?"

I knew this system was unreliable!

They said the important plot points involving the male and female leads would never be changed, but what about now?

However, it seems that the female lead was not harmed.

Jiang Yue was eagerly anticipating Zhou Ji falling in love with the female lead so she could finally enjoy her peaceful life.

Why is progress so slow?

Is there no justice in this world?

Zhou Ji stared into her eyes, expressionless: "Do you really want something to happen between me and her?"

The man looked like a calm lake, but Jiang Yue's instincts told her that danger was imminent. A chill ran down her spine, and her intuition told her that Zhou Ji must be in a very unpleasant mood.

Jiang Yue hadn't had a chance to answer yet.

The butler appeared before the two under immense pressure. Although he still remembered what his wife had said last time—to kick Jiang Zhi out as soon as he saw him—it was clear that he wouldn't be so easy to get rid of him tonight.

"Madam, your younger brother is making a fuss about coming in."

Jiang Yue sneered, "Tell him to get lost."

The butler, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, said, "He said he has something he needs to ask you in person."

Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow. He remembered that Jiang Yue had always been very good to her brother, but she had never been so unhesitating as tonight, telling him to get out without any hesitation.

Zhou Ji could roughly guess what was going on, so he had his bodyguard let Jiang Zhi in.

Jiang Zhigang took Zhao Shuyan home. On the way back, he called Jiang Yue and was incredulous to find that she had blocked him.

He came looking for me, naturally wanting to get to the bottom of things in person.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense.

The handsome young man's eyes churned with deep anger and resentment. He didn't beat around the bush and directly questioned, "Did you have someone drug Zhao Shuyan's drink?"

His tone was cold.

The coldness was more like that of an enemy than a family member.

Jiang Yue's heart suddenly ached. She didn't like this subconscious reaction. She looked at him, not wanting to explain, and having nothing to explain.

"I might have done it, what do you think?"

Jiang Yue wasn't one to take the blame. Given the uncertainty of the plot, she didn't want to suffer any injustice until there was solid evidence.

Jiang Zhi originally thought she would desperately deny it, making up all sorts of excuses and not daring to admit even the slightest thing.

I never imagined she would say something so frank and nonchalant.

Jiang Yue's eyes were a little red, but she still looked at him coldly, the coldness in her eyes almost burning him.

He felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and his lungs were blocked by water from all sides, making it impossible for him to breathe.

The next second, I heard her say:

"Now can you get lost, you heartbreaker?"