Jiang Yue was in a good mood tonight; whenever she was in a good mood, she could sleep well.

This time, it might be because we've reached another point where the plot is progressing.

She started having the same old dreams again, one after another, giving her no time to catch her breath.

The misty world before the woman's eyes gradually cleared, revealing a secluded and unfamiliar mansion.

The snow in the eaves slowly melted into rainwater in the sunny weather, and fell gently down the eaves, landing silently on the bluestone floor.

Deep within the mansion, it seemed silent and deserted.

The boy in black walked through the long corridor and into a quiet courtyard.

Through the door, the young man spoke respectfully: "Master."

The man's voice was extremely indifferent, flat and emotionless: "Come in."

The boy pushed open the heavy door, and the room was filled with the oppressive light of the night sky, which slanted into every corner.

The boy looked up and saw a man standing by the window with his hands behind his back, wearing a black official robe with a round collar and wide front, as cold and dignified as he was.

The boy swallowed hard, then reported respectfully, his tone tinged with a bitter, resentful rage:

"That person in the palace sent assassins again. Qin Lang killed three last night, and the remaining one has been imprisoned in the dungeon."

"But this assassin is very tight-lipped; even severe torture won't get him anything out of us."

He was extremely loyal to the people in the palace and didn't care at all that he was a pawn sent to his death.

The man casually twirled the ring in his hand, gave a faint "hmm," and seemed not to care much.

The boy's eyes flashed with undisguised murderous intent: "She's gone too far. Why are you being so lenient, sir? Why not just kill her and let the rest of the royal family see clearly that you are not a fish on a chopping block, nor are you someone they can easily manipulate."

After a while, the man said calmly, "No rush."

The same hands that held the power to manipulate the court held a fox-wood hairpin. Despite being repeatedly targeted for assassination, he seemed more concerned with something else. He asked in a low voice, "Have you found the person I sent to find?"

The boy knelt down: "Your subordinate is incompetent and has no news."

A long silence followed.

The man's back looked somewhat lonely, and in the flickering light, his delicate, fair face seemed to let out a soft sigh.

After a while, the man said in a low voice, "Keep looking."

"yes."

Their voices grew more and more distant, and Jiang Yue's vision became increasingly blurry. She slowly woke up in this indistinct scene.

In the dream, Zhou Fuwei exuded such a powerful aura that one dared not look him in the eye.

She clutched her chest, the trembling gradually subsiding.

Undoubtedly, Zhou Fuwei's confidants had reached the point of no return regarding her assassination attempt.

He said there was no rush.

However, he did harbor murderous intent.

Zhou Fuwei seemed to treat her assassination attempt back then as a game, not taking it to heart at all.

Lost in thought, a familiar voice instantly pulled her back to reality from her nightmare.

The man held her close, reaching out to smooth her damp hair. He frowned, his voice low and husky: "Having another nightmare? You're so scared."

Jiang Yue felt the man behind her holding her very tightly, a force that made it hard for her to breathe. Her face was pale, and she looked like she was really scared.

Jiang Yue gasped for breath, unconsciously gripping his hand tightly, her fingernails digging into the back of his hand, leaving marks. She was stunned and lost in thought.

Jiang Yue curled up in his arms. After a while, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, she didn't want to show a weak side in front of Zhou Ji, so she stubbornly said, "No."

The soft skin behind her ear was a little itchy; the man's hot breath felt burning on it.

She flinched forward, but Zhou Ji naturally kissed her ear.

"Why are you running? Did I scare you?"

The man's voice was deep and magnetic when he first woke up, and his indifferent tone revealed no emotion.

Jiang Yue nudged him with her foot. In fact, she had long noticed that he particularly liked physical intimacy with her.

He either likes to rub against her or kiss her, and he always holds her possessively when they sleep at night.

Zhou Ji only appears to be detached from worldly desires; once in bed, he turns on you and doesn't care about anyone.

And this man was even more lecherous than she was.

Demanding without limit, taking an inch and then a mile.

Jiang Yue could turn a blind eye once or twice, since she wasn't entirely uncomfortable.

After this happened several times, she stopped wanting to admit it.

"It's you."

Zhou Ji, who had been unfairly blamed, found it amusing, but seeing how frightened she was, he didn't bother to argue anymore. He was always happy to indulge her in such trivial matters.

Zhou Ji then asked, "Was I that bad in your dream?"

Jiang Yue thought for a moment and said seriously, "You're not just bad in my dreams, you're bad in real life too."

Doesn't he know?

What are you pretending to be, all high and mighty?

Jiang Yue didn't want to continue the conversation with him, so she curled up and curled herself up even deeper, as if only in this way could she feel safe enough.

Although she didn't like Zhou Ji always hugging her so tightly, tonight this embrace could give him some warmth for the time being.

It was rare for Zhou Ji to see her take the initiative to get close to him. He held her tightly, let her rest her head in his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Jiang Yue nestled in his arms and drifted off to sleep again.

When Jiang Yue woke up the next morning, the man's hand was still around her waist, restraining her. As soon as she got up, she was pulled back into bed.

The man seemed to be still half asleep, and his voice sounded a little hoarse. "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

Jiang Yue felt that Zhou Ji might really be close to bankruptcy.

That's why I'm at home with her, sleeping in late. It's almost noon now. She doesn't stay in bed this long when she doesn't have work.

Zhou Ji's lack of ambition will inevitably lead to bankruptcy sooner or later.

However, Jiang Yue didn't mind sleeping in a little longer. She pulled herself back under the covers, yawned, and as she was drifting off to sleep, she asked in a slurred voice, "Don't you have to go to the company today?"

Zhou Ji gently rubbed his chin against the back of her neck, his voice slightly languid as he spoke, still half asleep: "I'm the boss."

Jiang Yue thought about it and realized that being a boss must have been incredibly exciting for him.

"Then shouldn't you set a better example?" she said, trying to remove the man's hands from her body, but he only gripped them tighter. The man closed his eyes and then said in a deep voice, "If you move again, I'll kiss you."

Jiang Yue: "..."

Jiang Yue mimicked his tone: "Then kiss me."

It's just a matter of having thick skin; she's just as shameless.

Now it was Zhou Ji's turn to be silent. Jiang Yue couldn't help but feel smug. It was easy to deal with Zhou Ji's shamelessness; all she had to do was be more daring than him.

She was buried in the blanket, just about to burrow deeper, when suddenly someone grabbed her chin. Her lips felt like they'd been pricked, not very painful, just a tingling, numb sensation.

She was a little out of breath.

After a while, Jiang Yue heard a soft chuckle. Jiang Yue didn't think much of it at first, but hearing this chuckle suddenly made her a little embarrassed and angry.

The two stayed in bed until midnight before slowly getting up.

Zhou Ji had something to do in the afternoon, so he went to the company instead of having lunch at home.

The 3 o'clock meeting was moved to 2 o'clock, but the senior directors were also afraid of Zhou Ji during the meeting.

Although Zhou Ji was young, he was ruthless. He had previously purged many former officials of the dynasty without any mercy or regard for past relationships.

Even the most hard-hearted person wouldn't be this cold-blooded.

Previously, the group's senior management had been thoroughly subdued.

Zhou Ji was usually a man of few words, but he was also someone who couldn't tolerate any injustice.

If you try to outsmart him under his nose, you'll get what's coming to you sooner or later.

It was a big lesson.

In the past two years, no one has dared to oppose him.

Who would be so foolish as to go against the King of Hell? Isn't that just courting death?

A brief meeting was held, during which Zhou Ji remained mostly silent, seemingly listening absentmindedly to what they were saying.

The meeting ended, and everyone caught their breath after the intense pressure.

They left the meeting room with a sense of relief, each one as if they had survived a catastrophe.

Assistant Shen was left behind by Zhou Ji. The man casually held the pen in his hand, the nib leaving a mark on the pale paper.

After a while, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "Contact Dr. Zhao and arrange a time to meet him this afternoon."

Assistant Shen paused for a second. Although he was puzzled as to why the master suddenly wanted to see Dr. Zhao, he knew he shouldn't ask too many questions. After a moment's hesitation, he tactfully reminded him, "You have a meeting at four o'clock."

There was no time left in the afternoon to see anyone else.

Zhou Ji didn't seem to care much, his thin lips slightly parted: "Push it to five o'clock."

Assistant Shen didn't dare say anything more, as the master's word was law.

He quickly arranged a time with Dr. Zhao from the psychology department and sent a driver to pick Dr. Zhao up and take her to the company.

However, Assistant Shen was also a little curious. Her husband had just had a full physical examination not long ago, so it was strange that he suddenly needed to see a doctor again.

However, he couldn't speculate too much about his boss's affairs, but as he guessed, he could deduce that it might be related to Mrs. Zhang.

3 PM.

After meeting with the doctor, Zhou Ji only asked Dr. Zhao to prescribe some sedatives that were harmless to the human body.

Dr. Zhao thought it was some important patient, which is why he went to such lengths to call him over, only to find out it was just to prescribe some medicine? Was it really necessary to make such a fuss?

Out of a doctor's duty, he asked, "Has Mr. Zhou been having trouble sleeping lately?"

"It wasn't me." Zhou Ji didn't like mentioning Jiang Yue in front of others. In the past, he didn't care about her, but now he had an inexplicable and strange possessiveness and didn't like her receiving too much attention from others.

So even in front of Dr. Zhao, he didn't want to say more. The man said in a flat tone, "My wife hasn't been sleeping well lately. She always wakes up in the middle of the night. She's easily frightened."

Normally I'm quite brave, but in my dreams I'm always terrified, turning pale and tearful.

Dr. Zhao used to be the Zhou family's family doctor.

I've known Zhou Ji for many years, and I've never seen him so humane before. I never imagined I'd see him care about someone, especially his wife, who doesn't have much of a presence in the Zhou family.

To put it bluntly, this person is so cold-hearted that it's as if all emotions have been drained from them, and they are unmoved by any tears.

He was born with a black heart.

Now, hearing the words "my wife" from his mouth, with a hint of doting and unprecedented tenderness, truly surprised him and aroused his curiosity about Mrs. Zhou.

Dr. Zhao didn't remember Zhou Ji and Mrs. Zhou having such a good relationship; in his eyes, the two were no different from strangers living under the same roof.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them have a son, they would probably have forgotten that Zhou Ji is already married.

Even in the past few years, when Zhou Ji occasionally had minor health problems and people came to his home for medical treatment and IV drips, he was living alone in a private apartment outside, and there was no trace of anyone else living there besides him.

As for Mrs. Zhou, Dr. Zhao had heard a little about her, and in short, she was no pushover.

Shameless and cunning.

She's particularly good at causing trouble, and seems to quite like Zhou Ji. On several occasions, she even took advantage of her child being sick to call him back, just to see him once.

Isn't Zhou Ji supposed to hate cunning people the most? Has he changed his ways?

Dr. Zhao pondered for a moment: "If it's just nightmares, that's quite normal."

There's no need to make such a fuss.

Everyone dreams.

Zhou Ji seemed dissatisfied with his words, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Several times already."

Dr. Zhao grunted and patiently explained, "It's normal to have nightmares every day."

Zhou Ji's expression was cold and sharp, and he was already losing patience: "I told you she's timid, so she can't sleep well like this."

Sometimes, I even shed a few pearly tears in my dreams.

It's impossible to clean even after wiping.

Zhou Ji felt uncomfortable and annoyed seeing her like that, and didn't want to see her so upset.

Dr. Zhao decided not to make enemies any more, and after a moment of silence, he quickly compromised, "Then I'll have my assistant send over the prepared medicine later."

"Um."

Dr. Zhao was incredibly curious, and he felt restless if he didn't ask: "Mr. Zhou, if I may ask, is your wife the same one as before?"

A few months ago.

The news that Zhou Ji wanted a divorce spread like wildfire, and it was said that the main family had already tacitly accepted it. No one came out to deny it, and as the rumors spread, everyone began to believe them.

Zhou Ji's mother has already started looking for a new marriage partner in the political arena. This time, she will definitely find someone from within the circle, and she will not choose someone who is not her social class.

The news of their divorce doesn't seem fake at all.

When Zhou Ji mentioned his wife in front of him, his cold expression softened considerably without him even realizing it.

It's hard not to be suspicious.

He may have been slightly divorced and remarried.

Dr. Zhao felt that his guess was reasonable and well-founded. It must be because he had quietly divorced and remarried, and this time he had married his true love. Zhou Ji would also fall in love and become gentle.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, the silence becoming somewhat awkward.

Zhou Ji lifted his eyelids, his eyes dark and unyielding: "Are you sick?"

Dr. Zhao, who was bluntly called "sick," was speechless.

Okay, he knows the answer.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Dr. Zhao's mind: "Evil people will always be punished by other evil people!"

Zhou Ji, such a cunning and scheming vixen, actually ruined himself, and by falling for a green tea like Jiang Yue.

However, it's unclear how long Zhou Ji's interest will last; his current gentleness may just be a fleeting whim.

He didn't believe that Zhou Ji, with a heart made of stone, could fall in love with anyone.