Zhou Ji picked up his phone, his thick, dark eyelashes drooping. He seemed to be looking through the photos very carefully, scanning each one meticulously.
I had already seen the contents of the photos before I got home.
Even now, not a single detail is overlooked.
For some reason, Zhou Ji's mood, which had been shrouded in gloom, suddenly brightened up a bit. On his way home, he had even made plans in advance.
Act as if you know nothing, don't care, don't ask, and don't mind.
Zhou Ji really didn't expect Jiang Yue to tell him these things on her own initiative. He thought she didn't trust him much and couldn't possibly think he didn't care.
Since she is so honest.
Perhaps nothing happened.
She's only had a few meals with us, and she's so pretty, but not very bright; she's a bit slow and easily taken advantage of by people with bad intentions.
She can't be blamed for this.
Zhou Ji returned the phone to her and asked in a calm tone:
"Did he threaten you into giving him money?"
Because it was an anonymous email, Zhou Ji assumed that she didn't know who was threatening her.
“Yes,” Jiang Yue added immediately, “I don’t want to give it to her.”
Zhou Ji nodded.
Jiang Yue found it strange that her shrewd and calculating husband was so calm today.
But this has nothing to do with her.
She then added, "I don't care whether these photos will be exposed or not. I'm just informing you now. You can decide what to do."
Sun Chengfeng's attempt to manipulate her using these photos as she had manipulated the original owner is a pipe dream! She has no fear of those empty titles.
Even if it was sent to Zhou Ji, or to someone else in the Zhou family, so what?
Zhou Ji divorced her, which she was actually more than happy about.
There are plenty of men out there, and Her Highness truly believes that with her beauty and intelligence, she deserves a better man in the world.
As for exposing it online, she cares even less.
What impact do those online flame wars have on her? Besides, she's not afraid of being insulted at all, and they don't hurt her in the slightest.
After saying that, she turned and went upstairs.
The man suddenly grabbed the woman's slender wrist and held it casually. "Where are we going?"
Rather than saying that Jiang Yue disliked physical contact with Zhou Ji, she was actually a little afraid; the skin that he touched felt like it was on fire.
She lowered her eyelashes uncomfortably, her thick lashes casting a small shadow. She tried to pull her wrist away, but the difference in strength between a man and a woman was too great.
Her strength was like that of a kitten compared to Zhou Ji's.
Jiang Yue felt a little annoyed. It was only because she was down on her luck that Zhou Ji had the opportunity to meet someone as privileged as her.
"I'm going upstairs to rest."
"Together."
The man uttered two words softly, his eyes as deep and serene as a lake as he looked at her.
Jiang Yue felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and recalling that night not long ago that still haunted her, she really didn't want to be with him.
She made up a random excuse: "I need to tell my son a story."
Zhou Ji couldn't remember when she had become a loving mother. His gaze swept over her subtly, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that she had often put on an act in front of him before, pretending to love her child, rather than for any other purpose.
In the brief moment he was distracted, she hastily pushed his hand away.
Being stared at by Zhou Ji was like being watched by a hungry, cold beast; beneath the calm surface lay a chilling savagery.
The man took off his suit jacket as soon as he entered the room, revealing a well-made shirt underneath, with taut muscles bulging in his waist and abdomen.
She had personally experienced the power of this body.
He appears slender, but is actually quite savage.
Jiang Yue fled far away, hurriedly went upstairs, and ran into her son's room as if escaping.
It's not too late now.
The child has obediently changed into pajamas, finished their schoolwork, and is ready to sleep.
He blinked his bewildered eyes, his dark gaze fixed on his mother who had suddenly entered the room.
Looking into those innocent eyes, Jiang Yue asked stiffly, "Are you getting ready for bed?"
The boy was always well-behaved in front of his mother. He nodded and then called her softly, "Mom."
He didn't ask his mother why she had come to find him.
The handsome boy was still seriously considering whether he had done anything wrong that day.
He has been very well-behaved lately, not doing anything his mother dislikes, nor saying anything his mother doesn't want to hear.
Moreover, his mother hadn't "punished" him by locking him in a dark room for a long time.
The boy clenched his fists slightly, looking a little uneasy. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "Mom, did I do something wrong?"
Perhaps he has already experienced his mother's gentleness, and if his mother were to revert to her former hysterical and sharp-tongued manner towards him...
He might... he might not be able to tolerate it anymore.
He wasn't afraid of pain, but he was afraid of not having her love.
He doesn't need much, just a little is enough.
“No.” Jiang Yue sat down on the edge of the bed and thought seriously for a while. “I’ll tell you a story.”
Jiang Yue certainly wouldn't tell a story.
Her son seemed very expectant, looking at her with eager eyes, his ears even turning a little red. "Thank you, Mom."
Jiang Yue forced herself to tell a few not-so-exciting stories, all of which began a long time ago.
"Once upon a time, there was a princess of noble birth. She was incomparably beautiful and intelligent, and was loved by thousands. But a despicable and wicked man had long coveted her and coerced and lured the poor princess into marrying him."
"later."
Jiang Yue couldn't continue speaking at this point.
Zhou Zhengchu looked at his mother, who seemed stunned, and asked, "Mom, what happened next?"
Jiang Yue was really bad at telling stories; the stories she told were all very boring. "Then he died! The bad guy got what he deserved."
Jiang Yue fabricated an ending to the story, then nodded emphatically: "That's right, he is dead."
Such bloody and violent stories seem unsuitable for telling to children.
Jiang Yue looked into her son's dark eyes and said, "I don't want to talk anymore. Just close your eyes and go to sleep."
When Zhou Zhengchu closed his eyes, he thought he was dreaming. His mother had never told him a bedtime story.
Even if he didn't quite understand what he was hearing.
But he was still very happy.
This heartfelt joy is not a pre-set program, but a genuine feeling of happiness and pleasure.
Before going to sleep, the little boy said to her shyly and softly, "Thank you, Mom."
*
late at night.
Zhou Ji gently pushed open the door to the child's bedroom, where a dim yellow lamp was still lit.
The room was quiet.
The woman, with her long hair flowing like a waterfall, lay quietly by the bed, her eyes closed as if she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
The soft light shone on the woman's fair skin. She looked incredibly adorable as she slept, with long eyelashes as beautiful as butterfly wings.
She knelt beside the child, her slender hands gently holding the child's fingers.
This scene actually looks rather heartwarming.
He walked to her side, his fingertips casually lingering on her eyebrows and eyes, looking at her obedient and soft face.
Zhou Ji felt his heart skip a beat. He whispered, "If you're going to pretend to be good, then pretend for a while."
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