Jiang Yue is simple-minded in this regard and wouldn't think that much about it.
After getting home, I went to my room and took a nap.
Feeling sleepy in spring and tired in autumn, I slept until evening.
Since Qin Zhao moved back home, she has been going home almost every day unless she has official business to attend to. The number of times the brother and sister have met is more than in their previous lives combined.
Jiang Zhi was no exception; he no longer spent every day in the lab. After helping his advisor with his classes at school, he would go home.
So it gave Jiang Yue and the other person the illusion that they were both very free right now.
Qin Zhao and Jiang Zhi's relationship was peaceful yet distant, like well waters not interfering with each other's affairs, with neither of them asking too much about the other's business.
Jiang Yue yawned as she went downstairs. Still a little groggy from just waking up, she wandered into the living room, lay down on her favorite sofa, turned on the TV, listened to the sound, and then turned on her phone.
She has recently received several Weibo promotions.
Advertisements for skincare products.
The small advertisements I found before weren't enough, and they were all from small micro-business brands that would ruin your skin.
Jiang Yue couldn't find it on shopping websites, and even if she did, the price was so low that she didn't feel comfortable using it.
Despite the high price offered, Jiang Yue still refused.
Although she wasn't particularly noble or a moral exemplar, she wasn't a truly bad person either.
Her little fans are all adorable.
Having given such a passionate and pure heart, she couldn't bear to let them down.
The advertisement Jiang Yue accepted this time was for a hand cream that she uses regularly. Although it's a bit pricey, it's really good.
She carefully typed the words on the keyboard, edited the text and pictures, and then clicked send: "Jiang Yue [Princess in Distress Version]: The hand cream I've been using recently smells nice, sweet, and moisturizing. It's very good and I like it a lot. The ingredients are also very good. Although I don't know much about it, I checked and it's not toxic."
The advertisement may be blatant, but the sincerity is genuine.
It was the first time the fans had ever seen his wife doing an advertisement, and they all rushed out like fish bubbling up from the water.
"I bought it!"
"I'm a grown man, and I'm going to buy it too, sob sob sob."
"@Zhou Ji, you should be more considerate and offer tribute to our princess."
"Haha, my wife is so cute doing her first advertisement!"
"It's an international brand! My wife is so successful!"
"But my wife usually uses international big brands."
Jiang Yue's first advertising campaign ended with a good result. The brand's business representative who invited her was not very confident, after all, the advertising fee was not low, and if there was no considerable effect, it would be a losing business.
The business circle is very small.
The news spread quickly, and she probably won't get any more advertising deals in the future.
Seeing the backend clearly start to boost transaction volume, the brand's business development representative breathed a sigh of relief and could now smugly boast to his colleagues: "I told you her fans are really loyal and have spending power."
After Jiang Yue finished posting the advertisement, she put down her phone, her neck feeling a little sore.
She rubbed her neck, her gaze lingering for a few seconds as she looked at Qin Zhao and Jiang Zhi, who had appeared in the living room at some point.
For the first time ever, he called Qin Zhao "elder brother".
In front of Jiang Zhi, I still have to put on an act.
So that he doesn't think everyone gets the same treatment as him.
Qin Zhao was clearly taken aback, his cold and stern expression softening slightly. This was the first time he had heard his sister call him "elder brother."
Qin Zhao maintained his composure, his gaze softening automatically when he looked at her, and he hummed in response.
Ignored, Jiang Zhi clenched his fist.
The boy remained silent, showing remarkable patience.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. The Zhou family's butler took the boy's hand and led him into the house.
Zhou Zhengchu has now moved to the Zhou family's old house with his father. He is driven to and from school every day, and he has additional classes after school.
The family has private tutors.
Top students graduating from prestigious universities, leaders in their respective disciplines.
Elite education is inherently cost-insensitive.
However, these past few days, the young master has not planned to go home for classes after school. Instead, he coldly asks the driver to park the car at the Qin family's house, and then he comes to find his mother with a small schoolbag on his back.
I have a fever today, but I stubbornly refuse to see a doctor.
Instead, they wanted to find their mother first.
Neither the driver nor the housekeeper could do anything about him.
The young master stared at them coldly with a stern face. Even if he didn't speak, even if he was still young, he was not someone they could control or decide.
The boy's face was cold, his lips pressed tightly together: "Don't speak, I'm the one who calls the shots."
Left with no other choice, we had to send the person over.
Zhou Zhengchu never showed a cold face in front of his mother. He always looked very well-behaved and had no aggression. His face looked a little red because he was sick.
He walked up to his mother, not looking aggrieved, but rather obediently reminding her, "Mom, you didn't come to see me this weekend."
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