Gu Chen had a gut feeling that Zhou Ji's condition was off tonight. Although he was usually calm and collected, he rarely showed such obvious hostility.
A hint of barely perceptible ferocity was hidden in his cold, stern eyes.
Gu Chen knew that Zhou Ji would find out sooner or later. Perhaps Zhou Ji had already noticed that something was wrong with him, which was why he gave those few words of cold reminder.
There's a hidden meaning in his words.
Gu Chen, who was always carefree, gradually lost his smile when he heard Zhou Ji say those words; he couldn't even force a smile anymore.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
After all, Jiang Yue is his good friend's wife; he shouldn't fall for her.
Gu Chen didn't think he liked Jiang Yue that much, but every time he saw her, he couldn't help but get close to her and talk too much, like an incredibly childish elementary school student, trying his best to attract her attention.
It was so stupid that even I think it was childish when I look back.
Gu Chen twitched the corner of his lips and said, "I forgot."
Zhou Ji glanced at him: "Don't forget next time, she's your sister-in-law."
Out of the blue, another thought-provoking statement appeared.
No matter how out of touch with reality Gu Chen is, he should understand what he needs to understand.
The atmosphere suddenly stiffened, and a moment of silence ensued. The men present were all shrewd and understood the deeper meaning in just a few words.
Qin Zhao was adept at navigating the power arena and was an exceptionally shrewd individual. He raised his eyes, a hint of curiosity in them, and looked at Fu Qingnian beside him. He clicked his tongue, his tone quite playful: "Is this a sister-in-law who likes both of them?"
Fu Qingnian glanced at Qin Zhao expressionlessly, then remained silent.
Qin Zhao wasn't particularly interested in other people's prime-time dramas, but he was definitely a little interested in Zhou Ji's stories.
That fleeting glance I caught in the elevator today.
It is indeed pleasing to the eye.
The rumored Mrs. Zhou is very beautiful, much more stunning than others describe her. She has beautiful eyes and brows, fair skin, and a charmingly demure demeanor, unlike the rumors that she is not presentable.
Fu Qingnian said, "You can also like your sister-in-law."
Qin Zhao: "I'm sorry, I am the eldest brother in my family."
Fu Qingnian thought for a moment and said, "Then you'd better be careful after you get married."
Qin Zhao composed himself: "Beasts like you are probably a rare sight."
Fu Qingnian was not to be outdone, and the two men engaged in a war of words, their words sharp as blades: "Don't speak too soon, everyone has a younger brother or sister."
Qin Zhao had drunk some wine, and his usually calm and composed personality allowed him to express his emotions for once. The minister, who was usually aloof and stern in public, would not have said so much nonsense.
He wasn't in a good mood when his younger siblings were mentioned.
Too much time has passed, more than twenty years, and much evidence has disappeared. Even the person in charge of the hospital who lost or misplaced the child back then doesn't know who it was.
His mother gave birth hastily that year, while his father was on a business trip in a rural town. The small hospital in that remote village was not a proper facility.
Of course, there was no surveillance in those days.
The staff was a mixed bunch, and the departments each nurse was responsible for were also chaotic.
In the neonatal ward, there's hardly anyone who's specifically assigned to guard it.
Qin Zhao and Qin Qin were neither close nor distant.
He was a few years older than Qin Qin, didn't talk much, wasn't good at saying sweet words, and wasn't the kind of older brother who would give her stars if she asked for them.
He was still somewhat strict with his pampered younger sister.
However, Qin Qin's other cousins, who were around the same age as her, had a better relationship with her. They were very attentive to her during holidays, especially her birthday.
His parents only found out when he was sixteen that his sister was not his biological sister. The whole family had type O blood and there had never been any problems before.
By the time they realized it, it was too late.
Qin Zhao came to his senses and said, "I'm not as abnormal as you guys."
He paused for a moment, then asked, "Why didn't Zhou Ji's wife come down for drinks tonight? I thought Zhou Ji and his wife seemed to get along quite well during the day."
Fu Qingnian was in a bad mood: "Go upstairs and knock on Jiang Yue's door to ask her."
Qin Zhao, too lazy to bother with it anymore, followed Zhou Ji out of the underground wine cellar. With his hands in his pockets, he walked up to Zhou Ji and deliberately asked, as if looking for trouble, "Where's your wife?"
Zhou Ji frowned and scrutinized Qin Zhao with a critical gaze: "You're asleep. What do you want to do?"
Before Qin Zhao could speak, the elevator dinged, and a little girl in pajamas walked out. She looked dazed, as if she were sleepwalking. The fluffy pajamas made her look very childish. She wore the hood on the back of her pajamas, and her face looked small, delicate, and pretty.
It looks like she just woke up.
Only when she wakes up from a nightmare does she curl up in her warm, soft pajamas in such fear.
Qin Zhao stared at her eyes and brows, and that inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up from the bottom of his heart again.
He looked at that harmless little face and, far from disliking it, found it increasingly pleasing to the eye. He stared at it for a long time without looking away.
Qin Zhao couldn't help but doubt himself. Could it be that he had become a monster because he had spent too much time with Zhou Ji and the others?
Jiang Yue must have had a nightmare, which is why she ran downstairs.
She didn't expect to run into Zhou Ji and his group in the lobby downstairs. The men, all over 1.8 meters tall, were wearing black suits and overcoats, and their height and long legs made them very imposing.
Several pairs of eyes turned to her almost simultaneously.
Jiang Yue was almost startled again; she had just finished showering and gone to bed.
She's a good girl who goes to bed early and gets up early.
I didn't drink milk, and I didn't turn on the desk lamp.
The moment I closed my eyes, I was suddenly pulled into a nightmare, where I saw myself dressed in a wedding gown, lying on the edge of the bed.
Blood, dark red and almost black, spilled from his lips and teeth. He lay there quietly, motionless.
Witnessing their own miserable state firsthand.
Jiang Yue was truly startled. She tried to escape in a panic, but was trapped in the palace and forced to watch Zhou Fuwei lead his men to open the palace gates.
The light cast a long shadow on the man's figure.
He walked in, step by step, to her side, and gently, bit by bit, wiped the blood from her lips with his fingertips.
It seemed as if tears were falling on her cold, pale face.
Jiang Yue watched quietly as Zhou Fuwei slowly pulled her body into his arms.
Then Jiang Yue witnessed a bloody massacre.
Many people died in the palace.
Jiang Yue felt as if bright red blood had gushed onto her face. She raised her hand to touch her face and suddenly realized that she was dreaming.
In a dream filled with intense murderous intent.
The princess's palace was sealed off, and the furnishings inside remained untouched. Only outside the palace, Taoist priests had been performing rituals and chanting sutras for many years.
When Jiang Yue woke up and looked at the empty room, the image of Zhou Fuwei killing people without blinking an eye was still in her mind.
She was so cold that her teeth were chattering, and she didn't want to go next door to find Zhou Ji. She just wanted to go downstairs and absorb some yang energy first.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I bumped into them.
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