Because of this dream, Jiang Yue was not in a good mood the next day.

She woke up in Zhou Ji's arms early in the morning. The man's arm was pressed against her waist, and his warm, moist breath fell on the back of her neck, making her skin feel incredibly hot.

Jiang Yue was still not used to waking up in his arms. She woke up early, opened her eyes, cleared her mind for a while, and then gently removed the man's heavy arm.

She threw back the covers, and as soon as she sat up, she was pulled back into bed.

The man beside her had woken up at some point.

His voice was hoarse, with a deep, magnetic quality: "Sleep a little longer."

Jiang Yue wasn't sleepy at all. Feeling utterly hopeless, she was trapped in his arms. His arms were strong and powerful, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Her nightgown became wrinkled from the struggle.

The soft skirt folded up to her thighs, inadvertently revealing her fair skin. After struggling to no avail, she said irritably, "I can't sleep. I want to get up. Don't force me to sleep."

Zhou Ji tightened his grip on her waist; it was so slender that he could easily pinch it with one hand.

"It's still early."

Jiang Yue sensed that he was quite grumpy when he woke up; his hoarse voice already carried a hint of impatience. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was seven in the morning, which was indeed very early.

The two slept for a while longer.

When Jiang Yue woke up again, there was no one beside her.

She got up, went downstairs, and found that her son hadn't gone to school yet.

The little boy was sitting obediently at the table eating his breakfast: a nicely presented sandwich and a cup of warm milk.

Jiang Yue walked over, sat down opposite him, took the milk the maid brought her, took a small sip, and asked, "Why haven't you gone to kindergarten yet?"

Zhou Zhengchu lowered his head, looking as if he felt guilty: "I'm sorry, Mom, I accidentally slept in today."

Unlike the original owner, Jiang Yue didn't hate this child who was useless to her marriage, nor did she have such harsh demands on him.

She neither advocates using force to establish her authority in front of her children, nor does she like to vent her frustrations in front of them with harsh words.

For Jiang Yue.

This child is just a child.

She is a relatively well-behaved child.

"Oh, so what if I overslept?" Jiang Yue said casually.

In fact, when she was studying at the Imperial Academy, she often felt like she couldn't get up. Every morning before dawn, she would be woken up by the nanny, and those days were really hard to endure.

Zhou Zhengchu was prepared to be scolded. His mother usually disliked his tardiness, believing it was a sign that he was not learning well.

Last winter, he fell ill and overslept with a high fever, so he didn't go to school.

When his mother found out, she was furious, slapped him, and accused him of being lazy and unable to endure hardship.

That was the first time he felt resentment.

Compared to the nightmarish days of the past, his mother is much better now. During this time, Zhou Zhengchu is afraid that if he opens his eyes, he will return to the past.

Has the wish he made to the gods in his heart been fulfilled?

Did his mother develop a little bit of love for him?

It doesn't matter.

Even if all the kindness shown to him recently is just an act, and he's being used, it doesn't matter.

"Mom," he said anxiously, his pretty little face tense, "can you take me to kindergarten today?"

The child mustered up his courage before speaking and was prepared to be rejected.

He envied the other children in his class who were dropped off at school by their mothers every day; they could even ask their mothers for a kiss.

Jiang Yue was originally going to refuse outright, but since she happened to be free today, she thought about it and agreed: "Okay."

The driver had been waiting in the courtyard for quite some time.

The butler carried the young master's schoolbag, placed it on the front seat, and then respectfully opened the car door, inviting the madam and the young master to get in.

The mother and son barely exchanged a few words along the way.

Zhou Zhengchu was held in his mother's arms, and he secretly and carefully wrapped his arms around his mother's neck. Even when they arrived at kindergarten, he was reluctant to let go.

Before getting out of the car, he boldly kissed her.

Jiang Yue didn't say anything and handed him over to the teacher who was waiting at the door.

The little boy's ears were already bright red. After entering kindergarten, he, who was usually aloof, couldn't help but show off to the other children: "My mom brought me to school today."

The other children exclaimed in surprise, all remembering that Zhou Zhengchu's mother was the most beautiful one during the last activity!

And he's not fierce at all.

She is exceptionally beautiful and exceptionally gentle.

"Wow!"

Did your mother hug you too?

Did I kiss you?

Did they call you "little baby"?

Zhou Zhengchu pondered for a long time with a blank expression, then said with a lot of vanity, "Of course, Mom hugged me and kissed me too."

"Your mom loves you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, my mom only gives me three seconds to stop crying."

The kindergarten children started chatting excitedly.

*

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yue was forced to get up early and went to the TV station with a lot of resentment.

Her Highness's morning grumpiness is something she can never change; she always has a face that keeps strangers and acquaintances at bay for miles around.

She arrived at the TV station this morning without makeup, her complexion was rosy, and her skin was as smooth and translucent as a peeled egg.

Her lips are naturally rosy, like ripples on a painted surface.

A mature and alluring charm.

She's almost too ostentatious in her beauty.

Jiang Yue didn't even style her hair; it was all loose and hanging down, making her already small face look even smaller. As she walked to the backstage dressing room, she was frequently caught being secretly glanced at.

She wasn't in the largest work group chat at the TV station.

Because of her extremely poor interpersonal relationships, no one invited her to join the group.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the group chat was already in full swing.

[Wow, that was amazing! I thought I saw a fairy!]

I swear to God, Jiang Yue didn't look like this two months ago. I'll never forget that sharp and sarcastic look of hers. She definitely got cosmetic surgery.

I'd like to ask her which hospital she went to; she's practically a miracle worker.

[Report! I've already reviewed today's script, and it's filled with long stretches of classical Chinese, including classical poems, polyphonic characters, and obscure words. I feel like our production team is doomed again.]

[Try to look on the bright side. Maybe Jiang Yue's ancestors were lucky and she's finally learned to read this time (doge emoji).]

If things don't work out, you should contact a headhunter as soon as possible and plan your future.

[Hahaha, who gave your production team the courage to do a live stream? My God, one live stream and Jiang Yue will make you clean up her mess for the entire next year.]

The work group is full of early risers with a lot of complaints.

TV crew members can be even more unethical than netizens.

Jiang Yue has already received the script, which only contains some connecting words for introducing the guests and cultural relics. As for the interaction with the guests, she can improvise freely.

Before filming began, the director was most worried about Jiang Yue, who was like a ticking time bomb. He repeatedly confirmed with her several times: "If there are any words in the script that you don't recognize, can't pronounce, or don't understand, ask or look them up, okay?"

Jiang Yue was extremely confused. Who was this looking down on? Was it that difficult?

She nodded her chin: "I understand."

The director clearly didn't trust her: "Don't try to be brave. If you don't understand something, be sure to ask. You absolutely cannot make a mistake on stage."

Jiang Yue looked at him and said, "I understand."

The director looked her in the eye, completely baffled as to where her confidence came from.

This little brat, he's got no education, yet he still loves to show off so much.

This is so worrying!