Jiang Yue's coldness made those who came to curry favor feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Deep down, these young ladies from noble families were not really willing to flatter Jiang Yue; they looked down on this poor woman from humble origins.

They also held a prejudiced view that she was just lucky.

She was pretty and pregnant, which naturally led her to join the Zhou family and become Mrs. Zhou.

Otherwise, she and Zhou Ji would never have been able to be together in this lifetime.

Vastly different social classes, worlds apart in status.

However, for the sake of their family's interests, they have no choice but to try to get closer to Jiang Yue so that it will be easier to discuss things in the future.

Even if they were unhappy, they still had to put on a smile, because the interests between families were inextricably intertwined.

Having money is nothing in Beijing; having power is what truly controls other people's lives.

"Mrs. Zhou, would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat? It would be easier to contact each other if needed in the future."

Hearing the voice, Jiang Yue slowly looked away. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay."

She took out her phone and added them as contacts.

Jiang Yue's straightforwardness in this matter, without putting on airs or deliberately making things difficult for them, relieved them, and their earlier displeasure quietly dissipated.

Maybe she just doesn't like to talk?

Jiang Yue finally managed to escape and found a quiet corner to quietly eat her cake, completely unaware of the peeping eyes around her.

The employees at the group headquarters, especially those in the departments working closely with the president.

They huddled together, frantically stealing glances at the legendary CEO's wife.

They had to pinch each other's arms to stay calm.

"Ashiba, I've never seen anyone so beautiful in real life."

"I really have to believe that for the past five years, President Zhou has never brought his mistress out to any events because he wanted to keep her hidden away."

"But our CEO's wife, who is just like a fairy, is a TV host. She has to appear in public all the time."

"What do you know? You can only watch TV! Can you see real people on TV?! No!"

"I want to go up and say hello, but I'm afraid I'm too ugly to be noticed by her, sob sob sob, I feel so inferior."

“You’re a boy, you can’t go, only we girls can go.”

"Why is there gender discrimination? What's wrong with us men?"

"It's not that I'm sexist, it's just that you're sure you can handle Mr. Zhou... you know what I mean."

Jiang Yue hadn't noticed anyone spying on her at first, but their whispers grew louder and louder. She looked in the direction of the sound, and the whispering people jumped up as if they'd been stepped on, scattering in all directions.

Jiang Yue touched her face. Was she really that scary?

In a moment of distraction, the host on stage began the prize draw.

The piano music in the hall gradually stopped, and everyone fell silent.

Jiang Yue was looking up at the stage, completely absorbed, when suddenly someone grabbed her wrist. A familiar voice came from above, low and husky, full of magnetism: "Why are you hiding here?"

Jiang Yue turned her face and stared blankly at Zhou Ji.

!?

Shouldn't he be on stage right now?

Jiang Yue took a deep breath and nudged him: "Why aren't you going upstairs yet?"

Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow: "Where to?"

"Let's have a lottery!"

"Assistant Shen will do it for me."

"???"

Jiang Yue had never known that such a thing could be done by someone else. He was really too lazy.

The awards have already been announced on stage. The randomly drawn slip of paper had Zhao Shuyan's name on it. She was indeed the lucky heroine, having won the first prize at the company's annual meeting.

only.

The first prize changed from having dinner with the CEO to 100,000 yuan in cash.

Jiang Yue was completely stunned. She looked at the culprit beside her and couldn't help but ask, "Why is the first prize 100,000 yuan?"

Zhou Ji hadn't expected her to care so much about the award categories.

Before he could even open his mouth, Jiang Yue exclaimed in frustration, "What about a candlelight dinner?!"

Zhou Ji held her hand, paused for a moment, and said without any modesty, "Yes, we have booked a restaurant and a hotel. We'll go there later."

He seemed to have misunderstood something, gave her a deep look, and then said, "Don't rush."

Jiang Yue was deep in thought, even somewhat resigned to her fate, wondering why the plot had changed again.

As expected, the information provided by the system, that little eunuch, was useless. It changed its mind at will and didn't follow the original plot at all.

She once again admired her own resourcefulness. If things continued as they were, when would the male and female leads ever start dating?

Fortunately, she had already consulted a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.

Otherwise, if Zhou Ji were to bring up divorce, it would drag on for at least several more years.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Zhou Ji seemed to have been deep in thought before slowly uttering, "If you're in such a hurry, you can go now."

Jiang Yue didn't want to say a word at first, but after holding it in for a long time, she couldn't help it. Her eyes were full of resentment, and her tone was also resentful: "Why didn't you go on stage to draw a prize? How can you be so lazy?"

Zhou Ji couldn't help but laugh, trying to soothe her resentment: "Ah, I really am a very unambitious person."

Jiang Yue didn't want to sit idly by any longer. She thought her tone was natural, but it sounded particularly stiff to Zhou Ji.

She was afraid he wouldn't realize her ill intentions.

"I saw Zhao Shuyan."

"Who is Zhao Shuyan?"

"..."

Jiang Yue felt that the world was really going to end.

She looked at him and said, "What are you pretending for?"

Zhou Ji was indeed unsure which one she was referring to, so he humbly asked, "Mrs. Zhou, please explain in detail."

Jiang Yue: "Zhao Shuyan was your son's previous piano teacher."

Zhou Ji seemed to remember something: "I only know that her surname is Zhao, and I don't really know anything else about her."

Jiang Yue opened her mouth, about to say something, when she was interrupted by someone who suddenly appeared: "Brother Zhou, sister-in-law."

Gu Chen seemed to always have a smile on his face, making him appear very approachable.

However, the Gu family is a prominent and wealthy family in Beijing, and Gu Chen is naturally a pampered young master. How approachable could he really be? He's just putting on a good act.

Jiang Yue shut her mouth; she didn't really enjoy interacting with Zhou Ji's friends.

Gu Chen looked openly and honestly at Jiang Yue with his beautiful peach blossom eyes, his tone perfectly measured: "Sister-in-law looks very beautiful today."

Beautiful women all love to be praised.

Jiang Yue was no exception. She originally thought that Gu Chen was glib, scheming, and a black-hearted person no matter how you looked at him, but after hearing this, she felt that he was not without merit.

At least the eyes are well wiped clean.

Gu Chen glanced at Jiang Yue out of the corner of his eye, and the word "beautiful" came from the bottom of his heart.

She was sitting here quietly, like a beautiful little butterfly resting.

Gu Chen's heart pounded harder and harder as he got closer.

Jiang Yue responded with an "oh," which was her way of replying to him.

Gu Chen had important business to discuss with Zhou Ji and didn't mind having another person present. Zhou Ji, on the other hand, was unhappy and gently patted Jiang Yue's hand: "Aren't you tired? There's a lounge upstairs. I'll have someone take you up to rest for a while."

Jiang Yue saw no excitement and gained nothing tonight, and originally didn't want to stay here any longer, so she nodded.

Soon the hotel manager came over and escorted her to the VIP lounge upstairs.

Bodyguards were stationed in the shadowy corners of the second-floor corridor.

Jiang Yue took a light nap in the lounge.

She hadn't dreamed for a long time, and this time it was as if she had just closed her eyes when she was dragged back thousands of years.

Jiang Yue heard a gust of wind, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked up to see a large group of people kneeling in the courtyard outside the palace.

They were all dressed in white, trembling all over, with bloodshot eyes, yet they dared not utter the slightest cry.

The dark coffin sat inside the hall.

White plaques were hung both inside and outside the hall.

Several clear characters were carved in gilded ink on the sandalwood memorial tablet—

[The position of my wife, Mingyi.]