This was the first gift Zhou Zhengchu had received from his mother, aside from the scarf he received yesterday.
He carefully hid the gift box in his drawer with a lock, and also hid the key in a place where no one knew.
He couldn't help but tell his father about it. Even the most composed child would often reveal their innocent naivety at such times. The boy's proud eyes were filled with an undisguised boast. He said, "Mom bought me a birthday present."
Zhou Ji sat at his desk, processing work emails with a blank expression. His gaze paused slightly. When he mentioned this to Jiang Yue last night, he hadn't expected her to do anything.
The man closed his laptop and casually picked up the little boy who had run to his legs. "You like it?"
"Mmm-hmm."
What is it?
"A beautiful longevity lock."
Zhou Ji paused for a second, then his expression became nonchalant: "If you like it, that's fine."
Finally, the man added, "Remember to hide it well, don't lose it."
The little boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck and whispered, "Daddy, I know."
After dinner, Jiang Yue turned on the TV as usual. Ye Lan's fantasy drama was still airing and was nearing its finale.
The ratings kept declining from the start of the series to the finale.
Hunan TV is known for its opportunistic approach; seeing the ratings were low, they immediately had the station re-edit the show, cutting many segments, shortening the runtime, and finishing the episode ahead of schedule.
While Jiang Yue was watching the show, she was completely unaware that the little figure nestled next to her had fallen asleep.
By the time she noticed, the child was already fast asleep.
Zhou Ji picked the child up from the sofa. The boy, still half asleep, gently grasped his mother's finger. He lifted his eyelids, thinking he was having a sweet dream.
So he boldly rushed towards his mother, bravely hugged her neck, tilted his head up and kissed her, saying, "Mom, thank you."
He slowly closed his eyes again in his sleep, only in his dreams could he bravely say what was in his heart: "Mom, I love you."
The voice was soft and gentle, almost like a murmur, and sounded rather pitiful.
Jiang Yue felt a little awkward, but fortunately Zhou Ji quickly helped her out of the situation by carrying the child upstairs, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
The phone on the coffee table was vibrating incessantly at that moment.
One WeChat message after another.
Jiang Yue calmly swiped open her phone. Her group chat with her "plastic best friends" had already exploded, almost at the same time she posted the photo of Ding Ru's fiancé that afternoon.
First came a deathly silence.
Then it was like boiling water in a pot, constantly bubbling and erupting like a volcano.
Everyone else remained silent. Ding Ru, who had just finished her cosmetic surgery, was hit with a devastating blow as soon as she turned on her phone, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Ding Ru couldn't even think of what to say to Jiang Yue.
She was blatantly humiliating her! Slapping her face right next to hers.
There weren't just the two of them in the group; there were several other people who weren't very familiar with her. Knowing these people as she did, Jiang Yue was probably already laughing at her behind her back.
Ding Ru felt like there was a hysterical little voice screaming inside her, but she also knew that the more out of control she acted, the more ridiculous she would become.
Therefore, she could only endure it, gritting her teeth as she sent a few words in the group: 【@Jiang Yue, you've admitted your mistake, haven't you?】
Several hours have passed.
Jiang Yue didn't say a word. What was that? Was she trying to humiliate her with silence?
Ding Ru couldn't take it anymore: [@Jiang Yue, why are you secretly taking pictures of others?]
[@Jiang Yue, ? ? ? ]
[@Jiang Yue, why aren't you saying anything?]
[@Jiang Yue, he's really not my fiancé, maybe they just look alike.]
What angered Ding Ru even more was that her fiancé had made her lose face in front of Jiang Yue. Compared to the fact that he had cheated on her, being ridiculed, especially by Jiang Yue, was even more serious.
Jiang Yue pretended not to see a single word and ignored it after sending the bomb.
What's the point of replying to this kind of news? Ding Ru was willing to pretend to be blind, but she stubbornly insisted on making excuses for her fickle fiancé.
She cannot overcome it.
*
Two days later, it was the day that Jiang Yue and Sun Chengfeng had agreed to meet.
I booked a Western restaurant that offered good privacy.
Jiang Yue still vividly remembered Sun Chengfeng's shrewish behavior last time. She couldn't help but glance at the man beside her a few more times. He casually crossed his legs, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and held the latest financial news in his hand, seemingly noticing her gaze.
The man raised his exquisitely handsome face, his dark eyes fixed on her, and asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"
If Jiang Yue's gaze had only been fixed on his face, that would have been fine.
When she looked at someone, she made no attempt to hide it, not afraid of being noticed at all. Her innocent yet intense gaze roamed freely over his body, first from his eyebrows and eyes, then his chest, and then down to his private parts, without any restraint.
Even Zhou Ji, a man with excellent mental fortitude, was not at ease under his wife's gaze.
Jiang Yue looked away, thought for a moment, and said, "Nothing."
Zhou Ji looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked in a serious tone, "Are you craving it?"
Jiang Yue didn't understand what he was saying. What was she craving?
She was just a little worried.
Last time, it took several bodyguards to subdue Sun Chengfeng, who was both hitting and scolding her. She was afraid that Zhou Ji wouldn't be able to handle it alone.
But thinking back to when I touched his abs before, he's the kind of person who looks slim in clothes but is muscular when undressed, and he's actually quite strong.
Every time he held her and forced her to sit on his waist and abdomen, his hands were like iron clamps, and she couldn't escape.
"Okay, I'm just worried you won't be up to the task."
Zhou Ji put down the documents in his hand. The man remained calm and composed, his voice even: "I... can't?"
Jiang Yue nodded sincerely under his gaze.
Zhou Ji remained silent for a long time, calmly enduring her slander. After a few seconds, the refined man said calmly, "Mrs. Zhou, I will work even harder in the future and will never let you down."
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