Zhou Ji's attitude left her speechless; this man wore his ambition on his sleeve, making no attempt to hide it.
Jiang Yue choked, unable to win an argument with him.
It was only then that I suddenly remembered there was a camera in the living room, and that what had just happened might have been recorded.
Jiang Yue couldn't help but think maliciously that Zhou Ji might be deliberately setting a trap for her to ruin her image in front of the audience.
She seemed to be being unreasonable just now.
It seemed like they were deliberately making things difficult for him.
"Do you absolutely have to sleep with me?"
"That's one way to understand it."
Jiang Yue raised her chin, looking at him with a haughty expression, her superior gaze like that of a born princess. She asked, "Shouldn't you be begging me to forgive what you did before? Then you should be completely obedient to me and do whatever I want."
"If you don't always go along with me, how can I be happy? And if I'm unhappy, how can I forgive you?"
Zhou Ji listened attentively, and even nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
Jiang Yue thought her patient guidance had worked, and she looked at him with a rather teachable expression.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ji then said something she didn't want to hear: "But I'm not exactly a reasonable person either."
Jiang Yue felt like she was talking to a brick wall; no amount of talking would help.
This man was determined to sleep with her!
He coveted her intensely.
However, Zhou Ji still honestly helped her move her luggage. Her suitcase wasn't very big, and she didn't have much stuff with her.
The upstairs bedroom is fully equipped.
It was still early, and the production team sent a cameraman, but he couldn't stand the eerie atmosphere and didn't want to get involved, so he set up his equipment and prepared to leave as soon as possible.
"We'll be leaving now. Our program is completely unscripted, so you two can improvise as you like."
"We will show you the edited footage in advance."
After all, Zhou Ji's identity is not ordinary; he is not an insider who can be manipulated at will by them through random editing.
We have to consider his status no matter what.
The esteemed big spender receives the highest level of treatment.
Jiang Yue said, "Then remember to cut out our segment just now. I don't want the audience to see my ugly face."
Staff: "..."
She could only lie and say, "No, Teacher Jiang's fierce look is also very cute, and many viewers like her."
This opening section is a bit difficult to edit.
Generally, the scene where the guests first moved house should be retained, so that the audience can get into the story.
Jiang Yue felt that she hadn't been fierce just now, but being praised made her less resistant than before. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Anyway, you guys handle it. It's best not to ruin my image. There are even worse people here waiting for you to expose them."
The staff could only pretend they didn't understand.
The heinous Zhou smiled and played along perfectly: "You're right. Bad people should be exposed to the discerning eyes of the audience."
Jiang Yue felt that his words had a deeper meaning.
The staff saw Mr. Zhou smiling and looking at Teacher Jiang with a doting expression, and their inner gossips were eagerly satisfied.
Sure enough, those with a love-struck mind only see their lover in their eyes.
That look in your eyes could melt anyone's heart.
Watching her laugh, watching her make a fuss.
"If there's nothing else, we'll be going now."
"Um."
After the staff left, only Jiang Yue and Zhou Ji remained in the living room. She sat on the other side of the sofa, arms crossed, like a wary kitten that had just arrived at its new home and was not yet familiar with its surroundings, with an invisible tail swishing back and forth behind her.
The surroundings were silent.
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the man sitting at the other end of the sofa. The living room was brightly lit, with sunlight seemingly filling every corner.
Such a tranquil moment.
It seems that this had happened before their divorce.
Jiang Yue especially loves this floor-to-ceiling window, and often lazily curls up on this sofa when she's not working.
Sometimes Zhou Ji wouldn't go to the company. He would sit next to her, letting her lazily lean against his lap, lying down, watching TV, or playing on her phone.
Occasionally, he would remind her that this was bad for her eyes and that she would become nearsighted over time.
She doesn't like wearing glasses, she thinks they're ugly. So, she'll have to get laser eye surgery.
Or silently take her phone, meet her surprised gaze, lean down and kiss her, taking the opportunity to distract her, and then quietly turn off the TV.
Jiang Yue was often so engrossed in his kisses that she was often caught off guard and had to focus on dealing with his kisses before she even noticed the TV had been turned off.
Adult men and women, their passion burning brightly, kissed too intensely, and before they knew it, it turned into another act that left her breathless.
She would always be very nervous on the sofa in the living room, while Zhou Ji would be exceptionally excited, even more so than in the bedroom. There was a time when she felt like she was about to suffocate.
"You've been staring at me, is there something you need?"
Zhou Ji's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She quickly looked away, flustered, and said, "I'm hungry. Go cook."
It was almost lunchtime.
Jiang Yue highly approves of Zhou Ji's cooking skills, appreciating all his merits except for his looks, physique, and money.
The refrigerator is empty.
Since no one is living here, the daily air-freighted ingredients have naturally been suspended.
Zhou Ji looked at her: "Want to go grocery shopping together?"
This seems to be the case for ordinary married couples.
Zhou Ji thought this was fine too.
Jiang Yue met his dark eyes and for a moment couldn't bring herself to refuse. As if possessed, she nodded to him and said, "Okay."
She then added, "You pay."
Even if she hadn't said those three words, she knew Zhou Ji would never ask her to pay.
The three awkward words she added were merely an attempt to mask her discomfort and make herself appear less willing.
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