Zhou Ji set Jiang Yue's account to receive special notifications.

As soon as she posted on Weibo, his phone screen lit up, indicating he had received a notification.

When you open the photos, you'll see her profile as she sits on the steps of the horse farm at dusk, gazing into the distance. The moment her dark hair flies in the wind is captured in each frame of the photos.

She rested her chin on her hand, as if she was thinking about something very important.

Those beautiful black eyes seemed to be filled with people, yet also seemed to disregard everyone.

Zhou Ji lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on the photograph for a long time. Yet, a heavy stone seemed to have been thrown into his heart, causing a sharp, piercing pain that lingered for a long time.

He couldn't explain why seeing her like that made him feel so uncomfortable.

Perhaps he didn't like seeing her with that expression, which was why he felt so upset.

Zhou Ji sent her messages every day for the past three days, but she mostly read them without replying. She would only selectively reply with a few words when she was bored, and you could almost see her impatience through the screen.

--【knew. 】

--【oh. 】

—【Okay, that's enough. You've said it eight hundred times already.】

Actually, the messages Zhou Ji sent her weren't anything special.

They were just some reminders, such as reminding her to take her medicine, drink plenty of water, not to be picky about food and not to eat leafy green vegetables, not to read in the sun, and not to look at her phone while lying on her side.

Perhaps it was because of the nagging that she became annoyed.

Assistant Shen came into the office to report on the schedule, but before she could finish talking about work, she was abruptly interrupted by the man.

I thought it was something very important.

Then, the president asked sincerely, "How much do you think Jiang Yue loves me now?"

Assistant Shen: "..."

Why did they have to ask such a potentially disastrous question?

He was sweating profusely and didn't know how to answer.

I'm afraid the CEO will be unhappy if I tell the truth.

If I tell a lie, I'm afraid the CEO will know exactly what's going on.

Zhou Ji casually twirled the pen between his fingers, his expression appearing amiable, calm, and indifferent, as if he had simply asked an easy question to answer.

It doesn't matter if the answer is one he doesn't want to hear.

"I feel like she doesn't like me as much as she used to."

Assistant Shen composed herself and was about to say that it's normal for feelings to fade over time, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

He was then forced to look directly into his boss's oppressive gaze, a gaze that was extremely calm yet carried an invisible sharpness as it looked at him.

Assistant Shen immediately changed his tune: "How could that be? I think Madam still loves you very much and cares about you a lot."

There's nothing I can't say in order to keep my job.

Zhou Ji seemed to have heard a satisfactory answer, his eyebrows relaxed, and he nodded.

Assistant Shen breathed a sigh of relief and continued the itinerary he hadn't finished reporting earlier. When he came out of the president's office, his back was covered in cold sweat.

Zhou Ji dialed Jiang Yue's number, but unsurprisingly, no one answered.

The man picked up his suit jacket from the sofa and left the company.

When Zhou Ji arrived home, Jiang Yue was arranging the new flower seeds she had just received in the yard. There was a glass greenhouse in the backyard specifically for growing flowers.

Jiang Yue squatted on the ground, holding a small shovel in her hand, and dug a hole in the small flowerpot. She then scattered flower seeds into it, inevitably getting some dust on her originally fair and clean face.

The woman didn't seem to care, and wiped the dust off her face with her sleeve, only making her face dirtier.

Zhou Ji couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her looking like a little kitten.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Jiang Yue subconsciously turned her face and saw that familiar face. She then calmly fiddled with the flower seeds she had just planted.

Without a word, Zhou Ji took her wrist and carefully wiped her face clean with a handkerchief: "Okay, it's clean now."

Jiang Yue still remembers that in the beginning, Zhou Ji rarely went home and never tried to get his attention from her.

He's been acting really strange lately.

Not only does he leave work on time every day, but he also likes to appear in front of her, interfering with everything and asking all sorts of questions; he's become much more talkative.

She didn't like it at all.

But Zhou Ji seemed to be enjoying it; it seemed like he was trying to please her.

Although many people in the palace had tried to curry favor with her in the past, Jiang Yue knew that they were only flattering her because of her status as the eldest princess, hoping to gain benefits from her.

But what benefits can Zhou Ji get from her now?

She had nothing to give him.

I don't even want to be nice to him.

Jiang Yue withdrew her hand, finished planting the flowers, and left the greenhouse.

Zhou Ji didn't follow her closely, but stayed to check on the flowers she had just planted. She probably wasn't very good at these things; she had forgotten to water them after sowing the seeds.

Zhou Ji watered her flowers, and before leaving, he called over the maid who was in charge of the flower room, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Don't kill her flowers."

Otherwise, given her personality, she would be sad for a long time.

Although Jiang Yue appears to be domineering and ruthless on the surface, she herself doesn't realize that she actually has a very soft heart.

People with a high capacity for empathy are often easily saddened.

On rainy days, she encounters several homeless stray cats on the roadside. Even though she buys them snacks, she remains unhappy for a long time.

It was as if she herself was that stray kitten, soaked to the bone by the rain.

If her flowers don't survive, she'll probably be heartbroken for a long time.

"Sir, we will definitely be careful."

"If she really can't survive, you should secretly replace her with two better ones."

"Yes, sir."

*

Jiang Yue had already washed her hands and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, with a palace drama that she had recently been interested in playing on the TV.

She watched with great interest, emptying bag after bag of potato chips in her arms.

Without realizing it, she had eaten all the snacks that were left in her son's snack cabinet.

Just as she was engrossed in her reading, her phone rang at an inopportune moment. She answered the call with a sense of resentment at being interrupted.

"Yueyue, your uncle's birthday is in a few days, you should come back for a visit, right?"

It was the voice of a middle-aged woman that I didn't recognize.

It sounds like she's her aunt.

“I know you and your mother have been having some disagreements lately, but mothers and daughters don’t hold grudges overnight. Take this opportunity to have a proper talk, don’t you think?”

The aunt's words sounded like she was a good person.

However, Jiang Yue remembered that the original owner's entire family were vampires, greedily sucking up the little blood left on her body. It was as if it were her natural duty to provide financial support to this whole family.

Waiting for her reply for a long time, her aunt was afraid that she would harden her heart and ignore everything.

That won't do. Her husband needs money for medical treatment and medicine, and she also has her eye on a shop. Others can't afford these expenses, but for Jiang Yue, who married into a wealthy family, they're nothing.

Jiang Yue now felt a little sorry for the original owner of this body, because there wasn't a single person around her who was sincere to her; everyone was just looking out for their own interests.

This is a classic case of being bullied because of kindness.

Jiang Yue asked, "Did she send you to find me?"

My aunt hesitated, but since she didn't deny it, it must be true.

Jiang Yue chuckled softly, even guessing that the original owner's mother was right next to her. After a pause, Jiang Yue smiled and said unhurriedly, "I have already saved the phone calls and text messages she used to blackmail me last time. Don't mess with me, or next time you can make her explain it to the judge in court."

After I finished speaking, there was an eerie silence on the other end.

They are easily frightened and are also afraid of going to jail.

Her aunt hung up the phone in a panic, while Jiang Yue continued watching her palace drama.

She needs to think of some ways to drive Zhou Ji away.

Zhou Ji seems to walk without making a sound. Before she knew it, he was sitting down next to her. If she remembered correctly, she had watched this drama many times.

Is it really that good-looking?

Let's leave that aside for now.

Zhou Ji had something important to tell her: "I've changed the child's piano teacher. Teacher Zhao's leg injury has healed, so she doesn't need to come to class anymore."

Mrs. Zhou is now soft-hearted and easily embarrassed.

I feel bad about firing someone I don't like.

However, the cold-blooded and ruthless Zhou Ji is not merciful. Occasionally, in order to please Mrs. Zhou, he is willing to play the villain for her.