The two houses are not far apart, so they can barely be considered neighbors.
When Qin Zhao called his sister earlier, although his words were tactful, his attitude showed a firmness he hadn't shown before: "You're injured and living alone outside. Your parents and I are worried about you. I'm coming to pick you up now. You don't need to pack anything; everything is at home."
It always feels more reassuring to have people under your watchful eye.
To everyone's surprise, the little girl said blankly on the phone, "Someone is taking care of me."
Qin Zhao: "?"
Jiang Yue still felt a little unfamiliar with her brother's attitude and felt awkward around him. After thinking for a moment, she told him the truth: "Zhou Ji said he would come to take care of me."
This care.
In Jiang Yue's understanding, it meant being her slave! Her servant!
Qin Zhao took a silent breath, pressed his temples, and remained silent for a moment before the man spoke: "Are you already in the Zhou family?"
Jiang Yue: "Mmm."
Qin Zhao knew he had to be wary of Zhou Ji, that cunning fox spirit. His sister wasn't stupid, but she was no match for that shrewd and calculating beast Zhou Ji.
"I've come to pick you up."
In the early spring night, the chilly temperature felt like a biting cold.
Qin Zhao wore a black overcoat when he went out. In the chilly spring night, the moonlight made his face appear even more stern, and his nearly 1.9-meter height made him even more imposing.
Jiang Yue was in the living room when she answered the phone. Zhou Ji went to get the gauze to change her dressing. The man was wearing a dark gray sweater, with a long, fair neck and a somewhat cold and hard jawline. He walked up to her and asked her to raise her hand.
Jiang Yue quietly raised her hand and opened her palm.
The gauze covering the wound was also bleeding slightly and not very breathable, which was not conducive to wound healing.
Zhou Ji moved very gently. The handsome man lowered his head and lowered his eyes. He had fair skin, long eyelashes, and dark eyes. He was quiet and serious. He carefully and meticulously helped her remove the gauze.
It still stings a little when the gauze mixed with blood clots is gently peeled off the skin, but it's still bearable.
The man knelt down in front of her, his eyelashes fluttering, and the slight curve of his lowered neck was extremely graceful. He had suppressed his imposing indifference, making him look exceptionally gentle.
Peaceful, soft, and beautiful.
Perhaps because the living room was too quiet, Jiang Yue could almost hear her own heart pounding. But everyone's heart is beating this fast.
Zhou Ji lowered his eyes and stared at the two obvious scars on her palm, silently pursing his lips. They were cold, straight lines.
She's so afraid of pain.
A person who won't endure any hardship.
Today I've suffered so much.
She seemed like a pampered little princess, but today in front of him, she didn't shed a single tear. It must have hurt when the medicine was applied; her eyes were red and glistening with tears, yet she endured it.
Zhou Ji felt his heart suddenly twitch twice, and a dense, throbbing pain, like waves crashing onto the shore, pounded against him.
I feel so stifled.
He helped her change her dressing and held her wrist, saying, "Don't be so brave next time."
Jiang Yue did not agree to his request. Even if she encountered a similar situation again, she still wouldn't learn to prioritize interests and weigh the pros and cons.
Decisions made in an instant are all instinctive.
How could you possibly think of so much in just a few seconds?
There were bodyguards on duty outside the mansion gate, two rows of bodyguards, cold and unapproachable.
Suddenly there was some noise outside; someone was crying and demanding to see Zhou Ji.
The company's former director came to Zhou Ji's door, unwilling to have his power taken away so easily. He brought his whole family with him tonight, hoping that Zhou Ji would take pity on him and let him stay in the company.
Jiang Yue hadn't really seen how Zhou Ji handled his work.
The previous times I visited Zhou Ji's company, he seemed no different from when he was at home, unlike the cold-faced devil that the employees described.
He doesn't seem to have a particularly bad temper.
The man who was brought into the living room had gray hair, looked extremely haggard, had chapped lips, and slumped his head, seemingly lacking energy.
He knelt down with a thud, stammering, "President Zhou, my whole family depends on me for their livelihood. Please, for the sake of my many years with the company, give me another chance."
Zhou Ji's gaze was calm as he swept his eyes across the area, remaining silent.
He was impatient with dealing with these things at home, and he didn't want her to see them.
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, looking up at the person sitting on the sofa. His eyes were cold, and his hand was casually placed around the woman's waist, as if it were not around her waist, but rather to satisfy his morbid possessiveness.
The middle-aged man usually didn't see Zhou Ji in such a worldly way at the company. He was no longer the aloof, cold, and ruthless dictator, but just an ordinary husband in front of his wife.
Zhou Ji curled his lips and ordered the bodyguard, "Take him out."
The middle-aged man immediately panicked and rushed towards Jiang Yue without thinking, almost grabbing her hand.
"Mr. Zhou, I swear I will never dare to oppose you again. Please forgive my past mistakes..."
Zhou Ji's expression turned completely cold the moment he lunged at Jiang Yue, his noble face covered in frost: "Don't disturb her."
The bodyguards, being quick-witted, immediately restrained the man, pinned his arms behind his back, and dragged him out.
This was the first time Jiang Yue had ever seen Zhou Ji so cold and unapproachable. His icy demeanor just now truly resembled that of an unmoved, life-or-death king.
It seems she doesn't know him very well either.
The living room quickly returned to calm.
Zhou Ji's hand was still on her waist. "Weren't you scared?"
Jiang Yue felt that Zhou Ji's emotions were like the unpredictable weather, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, impossible to understand or guess. She shook her head: "No."
After a three-second pause, she said, "My brother is coming to pick me up."
Zhou Ji paused for a moment, and just when she thought the man wouldn't speak, she heard him utter the words stiffly: "No."
He gripped her waist, something he used to try to hide.
When the sense of crisis intensifies, it's as if the possessiveness in the male's bones has been awakened, and he wants to firmly lock up his female.
His possessive gaze seemed to pierce the delicate skin on the back of her neck, as if he wanted to drag her back to his own lair.
Love is setting her free.
Yet it is also a possessiveness that runs deep to the bone.
Jiang Yue met the man's deep, dark eyes. The unfathomable darkness instilled a sense of dread in her, making her feel like prey he had his eyes on.
It has already been bitten into the mouth.
Anyone who tries to persuade him to give in will be met with the savage instincts of a beast.
So Jiang Yue cleverly pursed her lips and said that her hand hurt.
Sure enough, the man's eyes were no longer as intimidating as before. He slowly released his hand from her waist, his brow furrowed, and his concern seemed genuine: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Jiang Yue hadn't even had a chance to speak.
Qin Zhao then attacked.
The sudden visit in the middle of the night, uninvited, and even accompanied by several plainclothes bodyguards.
It didn't seem like a simple visit at all.
Qin Zhao narrowed his eyes in displeasure when he saw Zhou Ji's hand around his sister's wrist. He was too lazy to pretend to be polite anymore and said bluntly, "Zhou Ji, let go of my sister's hand. She will get married in the future."
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