It's a very ordinary and common title.
The two simple words struck Zhou Ji's ears, sending a tingling, trembling sensation like a live wire burning from behind his ears to his heart.
Zhou Ji steadied himself and pressed his advantage: "Say it again."
He pursed his lips, his shamelessness utterly outrageous: "My husband wants to hear more."
Jiang Yue didn't understand what was so interesting about this. He was genuinely curious about this strange person.
She could never understand men's minds, and of course, she didn't want to. She never expected Zhou Ji to have this kind of fetish—liking to hear others call him "husband."
Jiang Yue is certainly willing to say something more than once, but that's all she'll do this time.
She had no idea how alluring she was, nor how fiercely she had ignited a fire in his heart.
"Honey," she said, her tone still the same, with an air of self-righteousness, "picking up trash."
Jiang Yue probably felt that Zhou Ji wasn't obedient enough, so after thinking for a moment, she said, "If you don't want to, then forget it."
She said innocently, "I can go find another husband."
Zhou Ji: "..."
The man's initial pleasure had almost completely dissipated after those words. He rubbed his temples, looked into her innocent eyes, and forced a smile.
The trash can isn't actually dirty.
It's still new, and there's no extra trash inside.
Zhou Ji picked up the tissues she had just thrown in and put them in a plastic bag. He asked, "What are you trying to do?"
Collecting hair has little use.
After racking my brains, I could only think of a few things; they couldn't possibly be used to curse her mother.
Jiang Yue put the plastic bag into her bag, glanced at him, and said, "Don't ask too many questions about things in the underworld."
After saying that, she frowned and looked at Zhou Ji's hands: "Go wash your hands quickly."
She didn't want him to hold her hand with his unwashed hands later, because she couldn't stand it; she's a germaphobe!
Jiang Yue added, "Wash it several times, and use disinfectant."
Zhou Ji agreed.
He went to the restroom and wiped his fingers clean one by one. When he came out, she was still sitting obediently in the same spot, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Jiang Yue was indeed deep in thought, pondering what Sun Chengfeng had said, and wondering if the fortune tellers in this world were accurate.
She should find a fortune teller to see if she still has a chance to return to Jiang Kingdom.
I always feel that fortune telling is more accurate than this little eunuch system.
Zhou Ji approached her. "Do you want to go back?"
Jiang Yue stood up and nodded.
Unexpectedly, after the long dinner ended, Gu Chen was still there. He stood at the door, the wind blowing, his fingertips tinged with the faint smoke of cigarettes. He calmly swallowed the taste of tobacco, his throat feeling dry and sore. There was someone beside him who kept apologizing to him.
After Zhao Shuyan finished her social engagement with her boss, she came out and saw Gu Chen. She felt very guilty and kept saying sorry, for accidentally causing him to suffer such an undeserved disaster.
Gu Chen was no longer as patient as before. He forced a half-smile and spoke coldly, "Are you trying to bother me?"
In one sentence, Zhao Shuyan was made to feel utterly ashamed.
After saying her last apology, she turned and ran away with red eyes.
Jiang Yue saw that Zhao Shuyan seemed to have been angered by Gu Chen and ran away. She was confused, but she guessed that the female lead and the sickly male supporting character were going down the path of a sadomasochistic couple who said one thing but meant another.
Gu Chen smoked a cigarette, and the streetlights illuminated his face, adding a touch of coldness he didn't usually display. The smile at the corners of his eyes disappeared, leaving only his original sternness.
However, when he turned around and bumped into Jiang Yue, his cold and sharp eyes subtly softened, and his face returned to a smiling expression.
"sister in law."
Jiang Yue looked up at the sky, pretending not to hear.
She deliberately ignored him, which was obvious to both men present.
Zhou Ji felt a subtle sense of pleasure. He held her hand tightly, their inseparable posture resembling that of a sweet couple.
He spoke for her, saying, "We have other things to do tonight, so your sister-in-law and I are going home first."
Although Gu Chen still had a smile on his lips, it wasn't as genuine as before. He stiffened, realizing that Zhou Ji's words had a deeper meaning.
Gu Chen remained silent.
Zhou Ji led the person into the car, and the car door slammed shut, shutting out the swirling snow and also isolating the extra person from their world.
Jiang Yue doesn't like the smell of smoke, but thankfully Zhou Ji doesn't smoke anymore.
She had smelled a faint scent of tobacco on Zhou Ji before.
That night, Jiang Yue witnessed firsthand the hard work Zhou Ji had mentioned before leaving home. He truly worked incredibly hard, and Jiang Yue felt as if she had been pulled out of the water several times over.
My brain was already a little oxygen-deprived, and I was a bit confused.
She was floating and sinking, completely exhausted. Afraid of falling, she sat on him and hugged his neck, and eventually fell asleep like that.
Perhaps because it was close to the end of the year, Zhou Ji also took a few days off.
During the few days he was at home, Jiang Yue and he spent some time in a daze, living a life of pleasure and dissipation, and she couldn't quite remember the days.
Because of the upcoming Spring Festival, Jiang Yue's variety show recording was postponed for another two months.
Zhou Ji was going back to his old house for the New Year. Jiang Yue still remembered what his mother had said on the phone before, telling her not to go to the Zhou family again.
So, on New Year's Eve.
Jiang Yue told Zhou Ji directly, "Ah, I don't plan to spend the New Year at your house."
Zhou Ji was tying his tie when he heard this. He turned around and saw her playing video games in the bay window. He stopped what he was doing, his tie falling loosely onto his shirt. He didn't ask anything.
Jiang Yue raised her face and told him the truth about what had happened last time, finally saying, "Your mother told me not to go to the Zhou family again."
Zhou Ji pursed his lips, his eyes like a calm yet dangerous lake, and said, "I will have my mother apologize to you."
He stepped forward, took her hand, and lowered his eyes, saying, "Grandpa and Grandma both like you very much."
Jiang Yue said, somewhat puzzled, "I thought none of you Zhou family members liked me."
Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then said, "No."
He held her small hand in his palm; it was soft and tiny, yet he felt he could never quite grasp it.
It's been so long.
Even if Zhou Ji is oblivious to matters of the heart, he should have realized it by now and understood his own feelings.
There's nothing to deny about that.
He likes Jiang Yue.
He liked her spoiled, innocent, cunning, and aloof nature; even her bad temper was something he liked.
It was crushed, and silently seeped into the bones, melting into the blood.
The words "I like you" were already on the tip of my tongue, about to be uttered, but were interrupted by a ringing of my phone at the very moment they were about to come out.
Jiang Yue received a new email in her phone's inbox.
When she saw the sender, she instinctively turned away from Zhou Ji and glanced at the email with her back to him.
It was sent by her lawyer; the divorce agreement had finally been drafted and revised.
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