The restaurant was quiet.
The dishes looked appealing and tasted good too.
Jiang Yue tried several dishes, and they all suited her taste. She didn't intend to be polite with him and thought she would come over to visit whenever she had time.
In the middle of the call, Zhou Ji went outside to answer a phone call.
My mother was still coughing a bit on the phone, her voice slightly nasal from illness, as if she were just asking casually, "Did you go out with Jiang Yue?"
Mrs. Zhou doesn't usually have time to read news online.
Because of her husband's work, she sometimes gets very busy.
Her assistant wouldn't present her with unimportant news, lest it waste her time.
I've been recuperating at home these past few days, and I happened to come across these photos.
Even if Mrs. Zhou didn't see the photos, someone had already sent them to her, subtly trying to find out what was going on with Zhou Ji's marriage.
Since they're getting a divorce anyway.
It's absolutely impossible for them to go to the temple to worship Buddha together again.
In this circle, there are quite a few marriages that are based on mutual benefit. People know before marriage that it is a political alliance, so very few of them end up divorcing.
Once things escalate to the point of divorce, they're basically sworn enemies who will never speak to each other again.
Even in this blurry photo of their backs, you can still tell that the two are quite affectionate.
Zhou Ji did not deny it when he heard his mother's question: "I asked her to come out and accompany me to the temple to pray for your safety."
Madam Zhou almost laughed when she heard this, "My illness isn't so serious that it would alarm Buddha, is it?"
He shamelessly used her as an excuse.
He spoke with such seriousness, without a trace of selfishness.
Zhou Ji remained expressionless: "Yes, I am the more filial one."
Mrs. Zhou: "..."
She made the call to confirm whether her son was still clinging to that person.
His attitude was both obvious and not obvious enough.
People who don't know him might actually be fooled by him.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ji returned to the private room. He didn't know when, but the little girl was already lying on the small couch by the window, her hands resting on the windowsill, her delicate chin gently resting on her arms, lazily basking in the sun.
The dazzling sunlight made her fair skin almost transparent.
It's white and translucent.
Her lips were glistening, like freshly bitten berries, stained with crimson juice.
It smells good, it's moist, and it looks very tempting.
Her eyes were closed, her thick, straight, jet-black eyelashes falling in dense clusters, and her jet-black hair cascading down her back. Sunlight gently kissed the tip of her snow-white nose.
They look like figures from a painting.
A scene of tranquility and peace.
Zhou Ji looked at her quietly, his dark eyes deep. The scene before him seemed to blur for a moment, as if he saw a carefree girl from thousands of years ago, basking in the sun by the window.
Fleeting.
But it seems to be just his hallucination.
The man snapped out of his daze, his footsteps becoming very light, his leather shoes barely making a sound on the carpet. He walked to the small couch by the window, bent down, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, intending to pick her up.
Her eyelashes seemed to flutter twice, like butterfly wings about to emerge. She opened her eyes blankly, then turned her face, her delicate face flushed red from the sun meeting the man's dark, calm eyes.
The words "I'm sleepy" were on the tip of my tongue, but I hadn't even had a chance to say them.
Zhou Ji suddenly leaned close to her, placed his fingertips on her cheek, gently turned her face, and gave her a sudden kiss.
The tip of my tongue probed in, scalding hot and numbing.
Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment. Before she could push him away, the man released her as if to stop short of pushing her away.
In fact, Zhou Ji didn't know what had just happened to him.
that is.
I just suddenly wanted to kiss her.
A kiss without any desire or impure thoughts.
Before she could get angry, Zhou Ji spoke first: "I'm sorry."
Jiang Yue could feel his breath on her lips and teeth. She was a little angry, but not as angry as before.
My mind is in a mess.
It's very frustrating.
But I'm not that averse to it.
It was precisely because she wasn't so resistant that she became even angrier!
Has she really fallen into depravity? Has she been corrupted by Zhou Ji's subtle and pervasive sweet talk and his good looks?
While Jiang Yue was lost in thought, Zhou Ji had already grabbed her wrist. "Go back to sleep."
She nodded haphazardly, and after regaining her senses, she didn't forget to say, "I know you like me and are lusting after me, but that's no excuse for you to steal a kiss from this princess."
Zhou Ji's brows relaxed, a faint smile appearing on his face.
His fingertips gently caressed the girl's slender wrist, a perfectly normal action that inexplicably revealed a hint of lust.
She seems to know everything.
She knew he liked her, and he stared at her intently like a vicious dog eyeing a flower.
She simply didn't believe his sincerity, taking it all as a fleeting infatuation.
Zhou Ji was silent for a moment, then asked, "Will the princess like me?"
Will it?
Without even thinking, Jiang Yue's straightforward answer left no room for negotiation: "No."
Zhou Ji remained silent for a longer time. He lowered his eyelids. "Not even a little bit?"
Jiang Yue: "No."
She seemed completely unaware of the deep harm her words would cause, nor did she realize how cruel she was.
She said, "Don't be delusional."
Zhou Ji didn't say anything more.
What he longed for and desired was not so easily obtained.
There are many people in this world who love but cannot be with the one they desire.
Zhou Ji comforted himself in this way, but he was truly unwilling in his heart, and he couldn't keep lying to himself.
The man remained expressionless, took a deep breath, and eased the heaviness in his chest.
Zhou Ji led her through the long corridor outside the courtyard.
It's not exactly a coincidence, but it is certainly a coincidence.
I ran into Fu Qingnian here; he wasn't alone either.
Fu Qingnian's face was extremely cold, as if someone owed him money. His stern expression could scare away cowards within miles.
Standing in front of him was a little girl with a round face and round eyes, who looked very small.
If you didn't know, you would never guess that the woman in front of you is two years older than Fu Qingnian. She is like a timid and easily frightened rabbit.
Her eyes are red right now, as if she had just been crying.
"I just wanted you to have a proper meal, why are you crying like this? I'd think I was going to kill you."
“We…we are doing something wrong.”
The woman stumbled and stammered, her voice growing softer and softer, reflecting her growing unease.
Fu Qingnian chuckled, then pulled her close, trapping her in his arms, and pinched her chin hard with his other hand. "What's wrong?"
He emphasized his words, deliberately saying, "Sister-in-law."
The woman was about to burst into tears again, looking around anxiously, afraid of being seen by others.
Upon seeing that there were still people standing at the other end of the corridor, her eyes widened instantly, and she was so frightened that she couldn't even shed a tear.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that these two people looked very familiar.
Fu Qingnian followed her gaze and looked back, showing no intention of letting go. It wasn't exactly common knowledge that he had slept with his sister-in-law, but it was no secret either.
"Sister-in-law, why are you hiding? Aren't you a fan of Jiang Yue? You can go say hello."
Jiang Yue also saw Fu Qingnian. A little curious, she turned to Zhou Ji and asked, "Is that Fu Qingnian's girlfriend? Or his wife?"
Zhou Ji thought for a moment, afraid that telling the truth would anger this princess who hated evil as much as she did.
The man pondered for a moment, then said, "It was his ancestor."
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