The park's leaders apologized the whole way, saying that the incident happened suddenly and no one expected such an accident to occur.
The male parent suddenly experienced a manic episode because his wife wanted to divorce him.
He was originally just a son-in-law who married into a wealthy family, and he had no status in his wife's home. He was an honest man who usually swallowed his anger and endured humiliation.
It's only when resentment has been building up inside for a long time that it suddenly explodes.
Moreover, even when such a weak man erupts, he only dares to bully the weak and fear the strong, targeting children and women, and dares not vent his anger on other men who are stronger than him.
Clearly, Zhou Ji didn't want to listen to this nonsense.
"I just want to know how my wife is doing."
The man's voice was as cold as a bone-chilling wind, piercing into the bones and chilling even the hottest blood to a freezing cold.
The kindergarten director thought to himself, "Aren't they already divorced? Why is he still calling Miss Jiang 'wife'?"
They might have some doubts in their hearts, but they wouldn't be foolish enough to ask them out loud.
Before the principal took her to the infirmary, she couldn't guarantee anything. Once inside, Zhou Ji looked at the gauze wrapped around her hand and his face was as cold as frost, cold enough to scrape out ice.
He didn't even bother with his usual gentleness anymore. He stepped forward and gently squeezed her wrist. The man lowered his eyes and carefully examined her injury. He pursed his lips and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Jiang Yue found his gaze somewhat frightening. "It doesn't hurt much."
Zhou Ji hummed softly twice. His face looked like bland, tasteless water, devoid of emotion, but his slowly furrowed brows revealed his irritation.
This agitation is on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Zhou Ji couldn't control the violence in his heart, especially after hearing that something had happened to her at school. The fire that had been burning within him began to rage without any basis.
He was burning with rage and fury.
Why couldn't she protect herself properly? Why did she have to care about other people's lives? Complete strangers caused her to get hurt.
This is nothing serious.
What if it causes unimaginable consequences?
Jiang Yue's wrist was gripped so tightly by him that she cried out in pain several times, but the man seemed not to hear her. His eyes seemed to hold a cold indifference that showed no compassion whatsoever.
He casually raised his eyelids, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if he were trying his best to maintain his usual gentleness, and asked, "Why put yourself in such a dangerous situation?"
His eyes were like cleansed obsidian.
It was heavy and dark, so still it was almost black.
Jiang Yue gradually understood what he meant. She looked at him with a strange expression: "Shouldn't I save people? Someone has to do this kind of thing."
Zhou Ji kept a straight face and said expressionlessly, "That shouldn't be you either."
When Zhou Ji was in a good mood, he was always willing to indulge Jiang Yue gently, no matter what she said or did. But at this moment, he seemed to reveal his true nature, becoming assertive, domineering, and even a little ruthless.
"Do you know how dangerous that is? What if it wasn't your hand that was stabbed, but your chest?" The man asked coldly, his questions almost cornering her.
He had almost never been so aggressive in front of her.
Jiang Yue was also a little angry. She was not the type of person who liked to be told what to do, and besides, she and Zhou Ji were now divorced. What right did he have to lecture her?
“That’s my own business, and I can take responsibility for my actions.” The princess grew angrier as she spoke, and her bright eyes gradually turned cold. She said, “I didn’t ask you to pay for my actions. It has nothing to do with you, so don’t point fingers at me.”
Zhou Ji's fingertips were still firmly gripping her wrist bones, showing no intention of letting go.
The lights were as bright as day, and he stood with his back to them, almost blending into the shadows. Only his eyes were frighteningly deep. He said, "I didn't mean to teach you a lesson."
The man calmly opened his mouth, and the words he uttered were equally composed: "You should understand the preciousness of life better than anyone else, shouldn't you?"
That initial dream has become Zhou Ji's nightmare.
In the sleepless nights, all he could see when he closed his eyes was her smiling face as she lay on the edge of the bed, her face pale and devoid of any human warmth.
He died quietly in the lonely palace.
They weren't discovered until dawn.
He reached out, as if he could touch the body's gradually fading warmth; his hands and feet grew colder and colder until even his heart, which had been surging, finally stopped.
Upon hearing his words, Jiang Yue's face paled slightly. She stared blankly at him, but Zhou Ji made no attempt to avoid her gaze, allowing her to scrutinize him openly and calmly.
She seemed extremely angry.
Her Highness felt thoroughly offended, as if her deepest wounds had been exposed in front of her.
It was as if Zhou Ji's words were not a tactful reminder.
Instead, he looked down at her and said to her in a sarcastic tone—
They're all people who died young, how come they don't know how to cherish their hard-won lives?
Therefore, the princess, enraged, did not hesitate to raise her hand and slap Zhou Ji hard across the face, her face turning red with anger.
One slap didn't seem to be enough.
Raising her other hand, ignoring her injury, she was about to swing it at him, but the man pressed her wrist down in mid-air. He said calmly, "This hand is still wrapped in gauze. I'm thick-skinned and it doesn't matter, but your wound will open up. It's like hurting the enemy eight hundred while injuring yourself a thousand. It's not worth it."
Jiang Yue looked at him with red eyes, and after a long while, she said, "Life is precious, but it is in my own hands. No one has the audacity to try to control me."
Zhou Fuwei was not capable in the past.
Now Zhou Ji can forget about it.
Zhou Ji's words were indeed harsh, but he did not regret saying them; straightforward and stern words are what make a deeper impression.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"It's just a minor injury, no need for you to come all this way."
Jiang Yue had no intention of giving him face and turned to leave.
Zhou Ji stopped talking nonsense and suddenly picked her up in his arms. Jiang Yue was forced to hang upside down on him, her head buzzing.
A sudden dizziness.
Jiang Yue was thrown into his car, followed by a slam as the door slammed shut.
She quickly composed herself, at least not as angry as before. She crossed her arms, wishing she could get as far away from him as possible, but the space in the back seat was so small that she couldn't escape much further.
She said, "Don't you want your son anymore?"
Zhou Ji lifted his eyelids slightly, remaining completely calm: "There are bodyguards behind us."
Jiang Yue turned her face and could just see the conspicuous handprint on the man's handsome, pale profile. His expression still seemed indifferent, his brows and eyes frozen.
Jiang Yue asked lazily, "I'm the one who got cut by the knife, what are you so angry about?"
Doesn't he find it funny?
Zhou Ji turned his face away, his dark eyes fixed on her, without any hint of a joke. His expressionless face was still quite intimidating.
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