Jiang Yue was going to record a program the next day.
Zhou Ji had the driver take her to the recording location first. The couple sat in the back seat, with enough space between them for another person to sit.
Zhou Ji started working in the car. The light from the computer screen shone on the man's face, making his originally pale face look even more sickly red due to his illness.
Jiang Yue didn't say anything to him, but pressed herself against the car window, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside.
Spring is probably really coming soon. The white world seems to have a hint of spring, and the tender green shoots are even more vibrant under the bright sun.
The driver in the driver's seat is under immense pressure.
The silence inside the car was unsettling.
The husband and wife were both rather indifferent.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the recording venue.
Jiang Yue pushed open the car door, got out of the car without turning her head or even saying goodbye.
The man closed his laptop and then got out of the car.
He was wearing a dark black suit today, which accentuated his long legs and broad shoulders. The suit made his figure look even better, and he followed behind her.
Jiang Yue turned around and saw him, looking puzzled: "Why are you following me?"
Zhou Ji stepped forward, pried her fingers apart, and intertwined his fingers with hers, speaking in a very ordinary and natural tone: "Mrs. Zhou, I came here specifically to visit you on set today."
Jiang Yue blinked: "Whose set are you visiting?"
She pointed to herself: "Me?"
Zhou Ji didn't deny it, and Jiang Yue assumed he was just bored today, which was why he came to the recording.
Zhou Ji rarely appears in the media. Leaving aside the candid photos in gossip news, he really doesn't like being in front of the camera in formal occasions.
Mr. Zhou's presence made the production team feel extremely honored.
The director wasn't replaced; instead, the station manager gave him a dressing down, telling him to either do the job if he could or get out if he couldn't.
With such a lack of common sense, it's no wonder that all they've been able to produce for so many years are some half-dead, low-quality shows.
They finally managed to get a project that made a splash, but they didn't realize the importance of it; they're incredibly stupid.
The assistant director arranged a special seat and a private lounge for Mr. Zhou.
“Mr. Zhou, you didn’t even tell us you were coming. We should have sent a car to pick you up.”
That's just polite talk; the reason they're so on edge is because they're afraid of offending someone.
The Zhou family owns too many businesses, covering all kinds of industries. Even the entertainment company with the highest market value is just a small company under the Zhou family that doesn't even rank.
A leader in the pharmaceutical and technology sectors.
His father is a powerful figure who is frequently seen in the news.
We really can't afford to offend them.
Zhou Ji said he was just visiting the set, and he didn't interfere with the recording process or ask to see the script that had been prepared for the guests.
During the break, Zhou Ji approached Jiang Yue, took her hand, and warmed it in his palm. Her hand, which had just been used to build a snowman, was icy cold, as if it were about to lose all feeling.
Zhou Ji smiled helplessly: "Why do you like snow so much?"
I've built a snowman several times, and I still don't seem to get tired of it.
Jiang Yue wasn't used to being so close to him in public, and countless eyes were secretly glancing at them from all around.
Jiang Yue couldn't break free, so she gave up.
Zhou Ji had lunch brought over. He had already noticed that she couldn't get used to the crew's boxed lunches, nor could she eat the food cooked by the boys. She only took a bite of each dish and then stopped eating.
Adaptation is possible.
She's a picky eater, but she still is.
Everyone else was astonished; they had never seen the Zhou family member so humble and coaxing people to eat.
In every news report, this man is portrayed as cold, aloof, and unapproachable.
Zhou Ji stayed on set until the end of the recording, and the producer was also there with him, being very careful.
The atmosphere of today's recording was somewhat affected. Everyone was too afraid to even breathe, and there was much less idle chatter. Everyone consciously kept their mouths shut and acted as if they were mute.
Zhou Ji's sudden appearance reminded them that even though Jiang Yue's temper had become much milder and she had become more easygoing, she was still the young mistress of a wealthy family.
If she doesn't hold a grudge, then the production team shouldn't pretend not to know and bully her.
The director broke out in a cold sweat and felt physically uncomfortable.
At first, he thought Jiang Yue was too dim-witted to detect the tricks they were using on her.
Little did she know that she not only knew, but also had a powerful backer.
At this moment, the director truly regretted his earlier folly in deliberately blaming Jiang Yue.
When filming wrapped up, the director felt that Mr. Zhou had given him a cold and indifferent look. The extremely calm gaze felt like a knife pressing on his heart, making him feel terrified.
The director was in a state of turmoil and quickly notified the editor not to cut these two episodes haphazardly, especially not to use trailers that smear Jiang Yue to attract attention.
He then realized that he really couldn't afford to offend Jiang Yue.
Given the vast difference in their social status, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were worlds apart.
However, when Jiang Yue stood beside Zhou Ji just now, she did not appear to be unworthy of him, nor did she show any timidity or weakness.
His aloof and distant demeanor, his superior indifference, and his innate nobility were all evident in him.
The episode had just finished recording when the news broke online.
"@EntertainmentIndustryUnethicalWorker: A certain capitalist who eats people without spitting out the bones went to visit his wife on set today. He is a completely different person on set and in financial news. My friend in the group told me that he never looked at anyone else and treated everyone else as if they didn't exist."
The comments section made it obvious in no time.
"My pairing is definitely the sweetest."
"Who could not love my wife? The hatred of having my wife stolen is irreconcilable!"
"That's made up, isn't it? Is the group president really that free?"
"The sour chicken upstairs, confirmed."
"So when is this episode going to air? I'm itching to get it! My 18cm sword is ready to strike, ready to crush all the jealous cucumbers who are jealous of my wife!"
"I just happened to see this and wanted to say something. It's not from the editor of Gua. This guy from the Zhou family used to be known in our circle as cold-blooded and ruthless. It's true that his relationship with his wife was bad in the past, and the rumors of their divorce were not false. But recently, I've vaguely heard that he loves life and death, which is also true."
Everyone imagined another dramatic love story involving a wealthy family, where the cliché of "I love you when you don't love me" never goes out of style.
When Jiang Yue got home, she felt that Zhou Ji had only gone to the recording studio to waste time because he had nothing better to do.
She recorded a program all day and felt a little tired.
Lying on the sofa, not wanting to move, my consciousness gradually became hazy, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
The woman's breathing was steady, her face slightly flushed with a moist rosy hue, and her lips were like soft, juicy jelly.
In the drowsy moments, whether dreaming or real, she felt her chin being gently pinched, and her lips and tongue being pried open and played with.
Just as she was about to suffocate, the force binding her quietly dissipated.
Jiang Yue woke up after dark, not knowing when she was carried to bed. After a nap, her lips and tongue were still a little sore.
Zhou Ji is no longer home.
Jiang Yue didn't ask him where he went at night; she just quietly waited for Sunday to arrive.
Time flies.
On the day she went skiing, Jiang Yue knew it would be cold in the mountains, so she wore a very fluffy and warm down jacket.
Zhou Ji seemed worried and helped the obedient girl put on her hat, scarf, and gloves.
We must never let her be exposed to cold winds, lest she catch a chill and get sick, which would be a pity.
The ski resort is located on the mountain, and there is also a private hotel that is not open to the public.
It belongs to Fu Qingnian.
Fu Qingnian and Gu Chen were both there, along with some other familiar friends of Zhou Ji.
Zhou Ji brought Jiang Yue with him. Apart from Fu Qingnian and Gu Chen, this was the first time anyone else had seen Zhou Ji bring someone out in private. Such a cold and heartless person never forgot to care whether the person around him was cold or hungry.
It truly broadened their horizons.
The old saying is always true: there is indeed something that can subdue something else.
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