The two words were cold and devoid of any extra emotion.
Zhao Shuyan clutched the documents in her arms, her fingers curled up, and her teeth chattered. Those two words felt like a slap in the face, making her lose face.
She opened her lips, as if she wanted to explain.
However, there were many people looking around the elevator entrance, seemingly wondering why she was in the private elevator and why she was politely asked to leave by her bodyguard.
Zhao Shuyan stared at the door that had closed again, looking somewhat dazed.
Why did everything unfold differently from her dream, yet each event somehow matched up?
Behind the scenes, there were many voices of discussion.
He deliberately lowered his voice, yet it seemed as if he was intentionally letting her hear it.
"How could someone be so blind as to use the president's private elevator?"
"Nobody's stupid. Whether they're really blind or not, it's obvious even without using their brains."
"I haven't seen someone this brave in a long time."
"Look how hard young people are trying to climb the social ladder; we have no choice but to join in."
Zhao Shuyan also has a sense of shame. She has become somewhat obsessive. She doesn't think she's wrong, and she can't have such a clear dream that matches everything.
Perhaps it's something that happened in the past.
Everything that originally belonged to her was altered.
But even though she racked her brains, she couldn't get back what was rightfully hers. No matter how many times she deliberately appeared in front of Zhou Ji, he never even glanced at her.
Zhao Shuyan felt ashamed by the voice behind her. She lowered her head, intending to pretend she hadn't heard anything and leave.
With red eyes, she walked up the stairs.
I opened the door and this time I really did bump into someone by accident.
The young boy looked like he had just graduated. He apologized repeatedly, bent down, and helped her up from the ground. "I'm sorry, I ran too fast."
He has a decent appearance, but he wouldn't call himself very handsome.
However, it looks quite pleasing to the eye; the buzz cut makes it look clean and refreshing.
Zhao Shuyan was in a bad mood and didn't say anything. But as she turned to leave, he suddenly called out to her, "Let's add each other on WeChat."
...
Jiang Yue witnessed Zhou Ji's coldness towards Zhao Shuyan and felt a little strange. On the one hand, she appreciated Zhou Ji's attitude of keeping other women at bay, but on the other hand, she felt uncomfortable as if she had become the third party.
The official couple in this book isn't her and Zhou Ji.
Why does she seem to feel guilty for stealing someone else's partner?
Jiang Yue's displeasure lasted only a few seconds. She quickly realized that firstly, she had already married Zhou Ji, and secondly, it wasn't that she had stolen him; Zhou Ji had offered himself up and insisted on giving himself to her.
Moreover, the original work is the original work, and reality is reality.
Her interesting and noble soul wasn't even in the original story.
A butterfly fluttering its wings from thousands of miles away can trigger a massive tsunami.
Her arrival was also a butterfly effect.
A low, husky voice broke her reverie. Zhou Ji squeezed her fingers and asked casually, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Jiang Yue snapped out of her daze, only to find that he had already led her out of the elevator.
The car was parked in front of the building on the first floor.
The bodyguards in front and behind him surrounded him, protecting him very closely.
Jiang Yue shook her head: "I wasn't spacing out, I was thinking."
Zhou Ji paused for a second, then asked politely, "Does this have anything to do with me?"
Jiang Yue: "..."
Zhou Ji: "Is it disadvantageous to me?"
Jiang Yue: "..."
Zhou Ji had a good idea of what was going on, and he was quite adept at twisting the meaning: "So you were thinking about me just now."
The two held hands, and although they were discreet, their relationship was still aboveboard.
After getting into the car, a flash of white light appeared through the window. Zhou Ji subconsciously reached out and pulled the man closer to him. The man's face was pale, and he gave a signal with his eyes.
The driver then got out of the car.
Jiang Yue wasn't really stupid. She nestled in his arms, her voice muffled, and asked, "Is someone secretly filming us?"
Zhou Ji gave a low "hmm".
Jiang Yue raised her small face, which was flushed from the steam. She was very open about everything she did and was not afraid of being photographed by gossip reporters.
The bodyguard had already found the paparazzi hiding in the shadows. He was tall and burly, and his mere presence was enough to intimidate anyone. He stared menacingly at the paparazzi and deleted all the photos.
However, having done this kind of thing so often, the paparazzi have been caught by others deleting photos, so they uploaded them to their colleagues in real time.
A backup is already available.
As for whether or not to post this photo, after thinking about it for a while, I think it's not impossible.
It's not a smear campaign!
I shouldn't... I shouldn't get into trouble.
When Jiang Yue's fans saw the paparazzi photos of them holding hands, they were surprisingly calm, tacitly assuming that the reconciliation was something Zhou Ji had won by groveling before, and that he loved her too much.
The fans who were heartbroken before finally got to see some sweet moments from their ship, exclaiming, "I knew my ship would never break up!"
"Holding hands, for a lifetime~"
"Is this only coming out now? A few days ago, Jiang Yue came to our store and kept receiving phone calls and text messages. She got a little impatient when she answered them, and I heard her say to Zhou Ji in a fierce tone, 'You're so annoying.'"
"Zhou Ji later drove to pick her up."
Anyway, I think Zhou Ji is quite clingy to her.
Rumors of reconciliation are always open to interpretation. After all, the two have a child together, and they can't very well never see each other again after a divorce.
The public enjoys eating candy.
Jiang Yue's former friends weren't so happy; they just couldn't bear to see her doing well.
Jiang Yue was taken by Zhou Ji to a French restaurant with a nice ambiance and a high degree of privacy.
When paying at the front desk.
Bored while waiting, Jiang Yue took the wallet from Zhou Ji's hand and rummaged through it. She found a photo of herself hidden in a lining.
I don't know when Zhou Ji took the photo.
And his identification documents.
The photos on their ID cards are much better looking than those of ordinary people; they're clean and sharp.
Jiang Yue inadvertently glanced at his birth date again and exclaimed inwardly, "Oh, it seems his birthday is coming soon."
next week.
Let's go.
After the man paid the bill, he naturally took her hand.
Jiang Yue returned the wallet to him. She had originally intended to ask him what he wanted for his birthday, but the question that came out of her mouth was: "What was the photo in your wallet taken by?"
Zhou Ji didn't pretend and answered truthfully, "When you were asleep."
He seemed to recall something, a faint smile playing on his lips, "sleeping soundly."
Lying in bed, breathing heavily, her soft, white face flushed with rosy hues, her very breath seemed to smell sweet.
She would also murmur a few indistinct words in her sleep.
Zhou Ji said, still wanting more, "Very cute."
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