—Not young.
—Write a will.
Seven words, deafeningly powerful.
This was the first time in Zhou Ji's life that someone had said these two sentences to him.
Jiang Yue frowned. Her explanation should be correct, so why didn't Zhou Ji understand?
The young girl bluntly said, "You should make a will."
Zhou Ji put down his pen, looked up at her, and asked, "Do you need to see my medical report from last month?"
Jiang Yue remained silent.
Zhou Ji then said, "Everything is normal; he shouldn't die in the next few years."
The little girl let out a meaningful "ah," and Zhou Ji actually detected a hint of regret in her exclamation.
Yes, it is a pity.
It seemed like she wished he would die soon.
Zhou Ji stood up, walked up to her, grasped her hand, and couldn't help but squeeze it twice: "Why do you suddenly want me to write a will?"
Her fingers are very soft.
It looks slender, with a small and light frame, and its flesh feels very soft to the touch.
Jiang Yue said in a serious tone, "I just watched a TV series where the main character died in an accident, and his wife didn't get anything."
She stared at him with her bright, dark eyes, unblinking: "I'm afraid if you suddenly die, I won't have any money to share."
She still had her heart set on his assets.
They make no attempt to hide anything, and they're too lazy to even tell nice lies.
The man was skeptical. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Really?"
Jiang Yue seemed particularly sincere, speaking softly, "Really?"
He was lying.
It's fake.
She wished he would die the day after writing his will and leaving the money to her.
Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, still holding her hand tightly as if he were addicted.
Jiang Yue wasn't there to build a relationship with him, and she didn't like being so close to him. She tried to pull her hand away but couldn't. Suppressing her bad temper, she asked, "Then can you call your lawyer over right now and make a will so that if you die, all your money will go to me?"
Zhou Ji pretended to think for a moment, then met her dark eyes, his voice gentle but his tone serious, "So, will I die tomorrow?"
"..."
Jiang Yue was speechless.
This person is so annoying.
Why be so smart when you shouldn't be?!
Jiang Yue shook off his hand as if her expression had changed: "Fine, if you don't want to write it, fine. I should have known that you men all love money, but you just can't bear to spend money on your wives."
Not content with her endless chatter, she then harshly accused him: "You stingy little devil."
Finally, he added a vicious curse he had learned: "Drink cold water."
Zhou Ji couldn't help but chuckle, the corners of her lips involuntarily turning up. She used to love his money too, and would try to get some benefits from him indirectly.
I didn't find her so pleasing to the eye back then.
Today, it seemed that every word she uttered brought him genuine joy.
This plan won't work.
Jiang Yue was too lazy to think of any new solutions in a short time. She turned to leave, but the person behind her grabbed her wrist. "It's noon, let's go downstairs for lunch together."
Jiang Yue gave a forced smile: "I'm not in the mood, I can't eat."
She shook him off again, grabbed her small bag, and left his office expressionlessly.
*
For several days in a row.
Jiang Yue didn't give Zhou Ji a friendly look at all; she had clearly written "I hate you" on her face, as if afraid that Zhou Ji wouldn't see it.
Every time she saw the prenuptial agreement that the original owner signed with Zhou Ji when she got married, she felt extremely bad. How could someone be so submissive in front of her husband?
They even signed such an insulting agreement.
The assets before and after marriage are clearly divided, so you can't gain any advantage.
While Jiang Yue was sulking, the plot continued to move forward as usual.
That evening, Zhou Ji, who had just finished showering, casually mentioned to her, "Let's go to the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Physics Laboratory Building at Peking University tomorrow."
Jiang Yue realized that this was the plot the system had mentioned.
The scene where she pushes the female lead down the stairs.
However, in the original story, he probably didn't bring her along.
Why did you have to be with her for no reason?
Jiang Yue thought for a moment, but didn't agree immediately. She was completely capricious and didn't care about the plot at all: "Let's talk about it after I wake up tomorrow."
She's the kind of person who likes to sleep in late.
Zhou Ji had gotten used to her pampered lifestyle. When she wasn't working, she would always sleep until noon before slowly getting out of bed.
I don't like staying up late at night.
I go to bed promptly at 11 o'clock.
However, he used to enjoy surfing the internet before bed, and instead of arguing with netizens, he started placing orders like crazy on shopping platforms.
Zhou Ji's phone receives dozens of payment notifications every day.
Of the dozens of items available each day, not a single one was bought for him.
"The ribbon-cutting ceremony is at 3 p.m., and you can sleep in as late as you want tomorrow morning."
The man spoke calmly, silencing her.
Jiang Yue pretended not to hear and automatically ignored what he said.
Whenever a plot point comes up, Jiang Yue always has strange dreams at night.
Seemingly real yet unreal, like a mirage or the moon's reflection in water.
It felt as if she had returned to the Kingdom of Jiang. She sat on a horse, the wind blowing against her face lifting her long, jet-black hair. The girl slightly raised her chin and looked into the distance.
In the distance lies a vast hunting ground.
A servant reported, "Princess, your horse accidentally injured Lord Zhou of the Dali Temple. His Majesty requests your presence..."
The young woman interrupted the attendant, saying, "You can take him to see the imperial physician."
She tightened the reins, raised the whip, and the horse galloped away like a gust of wind. She didn't even notice that the horse's hooves, raised high, swept past Lord Zhou, whose foundation was still shallow.
She also failed to notice the man's dark gaze.
Under the blazing sun and in the fierce wind, the girl ran freely and at will towards the rising sun.
The girl was like a blazing sun, unattainable.
At that time, he was just a newly appointed top scholar in the imperial examination, an insignificant minor official in the Dali Temple.
In her dream, Jiang Yue was being stared at by those eerie eyes, as if she were the prey being hunted in a hunting ground.
She slowly woke up, and when she opened her eyes, it was already bright daylight.
The hands of the clock are stopped at the very center.
It's already noon.
Jiang Yue felt very tired after her sleep, with a sore back and aching waist. She got up, washed up, changed her clothes, and then went downstairs.
Unprecedented.
Her wicked husband was home at this hour, sitting comfortably on the sofa. When he saw her come downstairs, he glanced at the time and said, "You woke up a little earlier than I expected."
Jiang Yue said imperiously, "I'm hungry."
Zhou Ji stood up: "Lunch is ready."
In the few tens of minutes since Jiang Yue woke up, she has been quiet, with a sullen face and blank eyes. She doesn't want to think about anything or deal with anything.
After finishing her lunch, she curled up on the sofa.
My phone kept buzzing with messages.
The production team of "Hello, My Roommate" has already set up a work group, and the guests for the show have been officially announced.
Jiang Yue is actually the most famous one among them.
No one had high hopes for the show; they were all just there to coast through and make some money. They didn't expect high ratings or how many people would watch it live.
Jiang Yue glanced at the group messages and then turned off her phone.
On the television, the news channel was broadcasting, and the host's voice was clear and pleasant: "We all know that Zhou Fuwei, a legendary powerful minister in history, loved Princess Mingyi his whole life, but the cause of Princess Mingyi's death is still a subject of much debate."
"There is very little historical information about this princess. Based on what we know now, what do you think is the most likely cause of Princess Mingyi's death?"
"Some speculate that it was Zhou Fuwei who committed suicide by drinking poison in front of Princess Mingyi's tomb three years later."
"There are also speculations that it was done by His Highness the Crown Prince."
"Some even say he's the son of a marquis who harbored resentment because he couldn't have the woman he loved. What do you think?"
The history expert spoke eloquently to the camera, calmly answering the host's questions: "Based on historical facts, we believe that Princess Mingyi did indeed die from poisoning; as for who poisoned her, only people at the time probably knew."
Jiang Yue stared intently, but what did she know? She knew nothing!
If she knew this, she would haunt him even as a ghost.
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