The woman was wearing soft loungewear, her long hair falling smoothly and obediently over her shoulders. She looked rosy-cheeked and had very close to the camera; every single eyelash seemed to be clearly visible.
Even through the screen, Zhou Ji could almost smell her pleasant fragrance.
He reached out and tapped the screen lightly with his fingertip, as if that would allow him to touch her. The man swallowed hard, the words he wanted to say yet still unspoken.
First, I heard her slightly complaining voice, "If you have something important to say, just say it! I haven't finished watching TV yet!"
Zhou Ji laughed, paused for two seconds, then parted his thin lips and spoke clearly: "The concubine you liked died in the end."
Jiang Yue: "???"
Zhou Ji grunted, pretended to think for a moment, and then said, "Ah, it seems the male lead is also dead, poisoned by his brother."
Jiang Yue: "!!!"
Is Zhou Ji going to die too?!
Jiang Yue was furious, her face turning red with anger. She even raised her voice a few decibels: "You're so annoying."
It was her first time video chatting with someone, so she wasn't very skilled.
For a moment, I was so angry that I didn't know where to turn off the video.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"I'll tell you the ending in advance so you won't be so anxious to see the end."
"What, do you want me to thank you?"
"No need for that, Mrs. Zhou. This is something your husband should do."
Jiang Yue felt that Zhou Ji was deliberately taking revenge on her, probably because he envied her for being able to watch TV every day while he had to work like a slave outside.
Jiang Yue turned her face away, and said she really meant she wouldn't talk to him anymore.
Zhou Ji can perform a one-man show all by himself. "Watching too much TV is bad for your eyes. You already have night blindness, and you don't like eating carrots or taking vitamin pills."
Jiang Yue was getting tired of listening to his nagging.
She handed the phone to the housekeeper, saying, "Hang up for me."
The housekeeper was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to hang it up or not.
Zhou Ji seemed unconcerned about her childish behavior, knowing that it was fine as long as she was home in the evening.
The next day, Zhou Ji cut back on most of his schedule and took a plane back overnight. Fu Qingnian didn't know why he was in such a hurry to go back, since nothing urgent had happened in Beijing.
When Zhou Ji heard him ask that, he glanced at him and said, "I'm sorry, I have a family. You probably don't understand this feeling."
The person most disappointed by Zhou Ji's quick return was Jiang Yue. She almost thought she had seen a ghost when there was someone next to her in the middle of the night.
During his business trip, Zhou Ji somehow bought her another pearl necklace with a lustrous, round shape.
She glanced at it and then stuffed it into the jewelry box.
Take it out whenever you remember it.
The end of the month was fast approaching, and GR Group's annual meeting, which was always a grand affair, was about to begin.
GR Group can be said to control the economic lifeline of Beijing, holding an extraordinary position and attracting many college graduates.
Zhou Ji could be said to be able to turn the tide in the capital, so people were scrambling to come and support him, as everyone wanted to take this opportunity to get in touch with him.
Many things can only be accomplished by members of the Zhou family.
Only he has the final say.
Only employees of the group headquarters can attend the annual meeting; employees of branch offices are not eligible.
Many prominent officials and dignitaries attended that evening.
Gu Chen and Fu Qingnian were naturally among them. Gu Chen brought a female companion, a young, beautiful woman with a great figure, while Fu Qingnian was alone.
In previous years, Zhou Ji did not attend the group's annual meeting; he would only send an official email to all employees. This time, the group's employees vaguely heard rumors that the president might attend the annual meeting, and they were secretly excited. Some even naively hoped that the dreamlike plots in novels would appear in their lives, and that they would have a chance encounter with a mature man and woman.
Someone leaked the news in the company group chat—[It seems the president's wife will also be making an appearance.]
I'm cracked.
[Is this a fake version of Zun Du? It's been so long since I've seen the President's wife in person; it's been 1,340 hours and 5 minutes since I last saw her.]
[Don't fucking exaggerate, remembering things so clearly.]
[I don't want to talk to people who haven't met the CEO's wife in person. You wouldn't understand how noble I am.]
[I raise my hand to testify! Absolutely stunning beauty! I seriously suspect the reason there haven't been any news stories about the CEO and his wife in recent years is because! The CEO couldn't bear to expose his fairy-like wife to the media; that's just male possessiveness, that awful thing.]
The rumors spread like wildfire.
The day before the annual meeting, the news was almost confirmed within the group.
It wasn't until this day that Jiang Yue remembered to ask Zhou Ji, "Why did you take me with you?"
She was picking out her clothes for tomorrow, but hadn't decided what to wear yet. She put the dress in her hand aside and stared straight at Zhou Ji. "Are you trying to push me out to a social event?"
Meanwhile, he and the female lead enjoyed a romantic candlelight dinner.
That scoundrel, he's really shrewd with his calculations.
Zhou Ji straightened his tie, and the black suit he wore gave him a stern, aloof air. He turned his head, his gaze fixed on her, and after a moment of thought, he casually uttered three words: "You? Socializing?"
He laughed.
If Jiang Yue were to go out for social events with her personality, she'd lose more money than she could ever afford.
His smile made him look even more beautiful. To be fair, Zhou Ji was extremely handsome, with fair skin and delicate features; it was impossible to find any flaws.
He then added, "For the time being, Mrs. Zhou doesn't need to attend any social events."
Jiang Yue couldn't help but question, "So you just need a female companion?"
Doesn't he have a secretary? Or his confidante who was in the news before? Jiang Yue was about to speak when she was startled by his calm and deep gaze.
Zhou Ji looked at her calmly. After a few seconds, the man walked up to her step by step. His tall figure blocked the light behind him, and he almost swallowed her up in his shadow. He said, "No, all I need is Mrs. Zhou."
Jiang Yue felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
So she turned away and continued picking out her dresses without saying a word.
Since it was a rather formal occasion, she naturally wanted to dress in a way that would outshine everyone else, not wanting to be looked down upon by those who had mocked her in private.
She wanted to dress up beautifully so they would know that being jealous of beautiful women was useless.
The annual meeting began at 4 p.m. and people started arriving one after another. It was held at a five-star resort hotel under the GR Group, with cars parked one after another outside the hotel.
Jiang Yue was a little slow with her makeup, so Zhou Ji waited for her for an extra half hour, showing great patience and never urging her.
It was already dark outside.
Before Jiang Yue appeared, there were whispers in the banquet hall: "Is this Zhou family member doing this for the company's stock price or for the child? This year is truly unprecedented; he actually remembered his unloved wife."
"How much stock price can Jiang Yue influence?"
"That's true, it's not like it's an arranged marriage."
"When she arrives, we'll have to fawn over her. It's such a mess."
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