Jiang Yue blinked, slowly understanding the words Zhou Ji uttered amidst her confusion and bewilderment.
What does he mean?
Is he trying to interfere with her work again?
This is really pushing their luck!
They have to control everything, from the heavens to the earth, and even how she gets to work.
Why didn't he become an emperor in his past life? He's so autocratic and dictatorial.
Jiang Yue slowly frowned, her face clearly showing her displeasure. She didn't want to explain to him that it was all in the script.
The woman raised her chin, seemingly deep in thought.
"Because he's very good-looking."
Her Highness is good at everything, and she's number one at being annoying people.
The man's eyes were like a deep, still lake, carrying a terrifying calm: "So-so."
Jiang Yue didn't want to discuss this kind of issue with him; her spa appointment was almost time. "I'm going to get a beauty treatment," she said.
It means he should let go of her immediately.
Zhou Ji ignored her and tightened his grip on her wrist. He pursed his lips and pointed out calmly, "You made eye contact with him a total of five times."
Once or twice is fine.
Five times is too many.
Viewers in the live stream even thought she and the male actor were a good match.
Zhou Ji felt a vague unease upon seeing these comments.
Jiang Yue was surprised that Zhou Ji not only watched her live broadcast, but also counted the numbers out of boredom. Was there something wrong with his brain?
"There are too many, I forgot."
Zhou Ji didn't know what his inner unease was. He shouldn't have asked her such a boring and childish question, but once he opened his mouth, he couldn't take it back.
She seemed carefree and indifferent.
I couldn't tell he was unhappy at all.
It's as if the wife had long been impatient with her husband and was eagerly waiting for him to have an affair.
Does Jiang Yue really like him?
Could it be that the love I used to say about him was just a lie?
This is a scammer.
The man swallowed the resentment that welled up inside him, and he gripped her hand tightly. "I'll take you to the beauty salon."
Jiang Yue thought about it and didn't refuse.
Free drivers, might as well take advantage of it.
*
Jiang Yue is a regular at the beauty salon; she is generous and kind to people.
Therefore, the doctors and nurses at the beauty salon were very willing to serve her and had long regarded her as their most important guest.
Jiang Yue was surprised that Zhou Ji followed her upstairs.
Does he also want to get some skincare treatments?
To be honest, Zhou Ji is quite handsome, with delicate features, a cool and aloof appearance, beautiful eyebrows, and beautiful eyes.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Jiang Yue condescended to ask, "What kind of project are you interested in?"
Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow, finding the situation both amusing and exasperating.
Jiang Yue had very sharp ears and heard his soft laugh. What was he laughing at? What was so funny?
"You don't need to be embarrassed. Everyone has a love for beauty."
"Thank you for your concern, but I have no plans to do so anytime soon."
"oh."
Upon realizing she couldn't get any information out of him, Jiang Yue turned on him faster than flipping through a book and immediately ignored him.
The beauty salon staff warmly greeted Jiang Yue, and immediately recognized the man beside her.
She subconsciously complimented, "Ms. Jiang, you and your husband have such a good relationship."
In all her years of work, she has rarely seen a husband willing to wait in the break room.
Jiang Yue was very reluctant to admit her marital relationship with Zhou Ji in public. She thought that few people would recognize Zhou Ji in real life, so she lied without batting an eye: "He is not my husband, he is the driver."
The driver himself, Zhou Ji: ...
The receptionist gave an awkward laugh, taking it as a joke between the two.
Zhou Ji cooperated readily, "Yes, I'm just my wife's driver."
Jiang Yue's skin is actually very good, with delicate and tender skin, like a flawless piece of jade.
You only need to do the most basic projects to meet your needs.
During this time, the man waited patiently outside.
This has never happened before.
He had to admit that he had developed a curiosity and a desire to explore Jiang Yue.
Instead of the indifferent attitude of the past.
About half an hour later, Jiang Yue came out of the spa and was surprised to find that Zhou Ji was still there.
Zhou Ji played the role of driver perfectly, a smile on his lips, his voice gentle: "Madam, the car is already parked downstairs."
Jiang Yue felt a chill run down her spine, a little uncomfortable with his behavior. "I understand."
She then walked ahead of him and entered the elevator without looking back.
Exhausted after a long day, Jiang Yue couldn't wait to go home and rest, but she was also a germaphobe, so the first thing she did when she entered the bedroom was to take a shower.
I came out of the bathroom with my hair half-dry.
While looking for a hair dryer, I inadvertently came across a few photos I'd never seen before.
Her gaze froze; the group photo was probably taken several years ago.
The person in the photo is wearing a blue and white school uniform. He was already very tall back then, and his white skin was dazzling in the sunlight. His eyebrows and eyes are as cool as they are now, looking calmly at the camera, as if he was born to be a chosen one.
The school's stamp is on the back of the photo.
Jiang Yue recognized Zhou Ji from high school. He was more youthful and gentle than he was now, with a cold demeanor but not as oppressive.
Jiang Yue stuffed the photo back into her hands.
She muttered to herself, "Why did Zhou Ji used to look so much like that annoying regent?"
They looked very similar when they were teenagers.
That's really strange.
Jiang Yue wouldn't consider these two people to be the same person, since this was just a fictional world to her.
She didn't want to recall the past.
This will only make her miss her father, mother, and her cousins more and more.
Jiang Yue dried her hair, then lazily sat on the specially made soft mat and started playing on her phone while lying on the edge of the bed.
I haven't logged into Weibo all day.
I didn't even realize I had a fan club when I went online.
@Princess's Global Fan Club: "@Noble Princess Jiang Yue, the fan club officially launches today. Accompanying you is the longest confession of love."
Jiang Yue didn't see the tag; she never looks at tags.
After browsing the internet for a while, she lay listlessly on the edge of the bed, seemingly muttering to herself, "Can I ever go back?"
The system remained silent for a long time, initially intending to play dead, but then shamelessly reappeared and asked: "Don't you like it here? It's free and equal, technologically advanced, and has a high standard of living—everything is much better than Jiang Kingdom. Why do you still want to go back?"
The system did not receive a response.
Jiang Yue was already asleep.
It was as if what I had just said was just a dream.
No matter how nice this place is, it's not her home.
She missed her loving mother, her father who would build her a swing, and her younger brother who was always sulking but still had to find all sorts of new and interesting things for her.
And that one too.
A free and carefree version of myself.
Back then, she loved to rest her head on the windowsill, basking in the warm sun, and take a long afternoon nap.
Zhou Ji pushed open the door and saw her sleeping by the bedside.
She was fast asleep, with red marks pressed against her face, and her long, dark eyelashes cast beautiful shadows, as if she were talking in her sleep.
Zhou Ji bent down and leaned closer to listen. She mumbled that she wanted to go home.
Zhou Ji's heart suddenly softened; it turned out he was homesick.
He gently picked her up, carefully placed her on the bed, covered her with the blanket, and then closed the curtains to block out the glaring light from outside.
He bent down and placed a light, fleeting kiss on her rosy lips.
The man gently brushed his fingertips against her cheek.
I hope his pampered wife gets a good night's sleep.
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