Zhou Ji ultimately chose to remain silent and say nothing.
After calming down, he knew exactly what he should do.
If he were to lay out the divorce papers in front of her and ask her what was going on, given her current personality, she would simply tell him without hesitation or doubt that this was exactly what he had seen.
She would only confront him directly and then leave without hesitation.
So Zhou Ji chose to pretend he knew nothing and would plan things out later. At least he could continue to cover things up until she confronted him.
Zhou Ji had a lot of ideas running through his mind.
He knew she wasn't the same person she used to be, and he also knew she didn't like him at all now.
But he has enough money and enough patience.
He hasn't done anything to upset her in the past few months, except for the occasional loss of control during their nighttime intimacy, which may have made her feel a bit tired.
He couldn't control his emotions; there were some things he simply couldn't control.
He can try to change this in the future.
Zhou Ji thought about it carefully and felt that the most likely reason was the few young, good-looking pretty boys at the club.
But he was her husband.
She's different from men who just casually play around outside.
"Jiang Yue".
He suddenly called her name, and then, in the calmest tone possible, concealing all his other negative emotions and making himself appear harmless, he said, "It's okay to play around occasionally, but it's better not to take playthings seriously."
This is the biggest concession he can make. He keeps lowering his bottom line, to the point that he hardly recognizes himself anymore.
Jiang Yue had no idea what he was talking about.
He suddenly started speaking in a language she couldn't understand.
Her hand was in excruciating pain from his grip!
That old beast.
Jiang Yue tilted her head back, her lips red and moist, looking as if she was waiting to be kissed. Despite her discomfort, she said, "You're going to break my hand."
Zhou Ji seemed to only then remember that he was still holding her hand, but he found it hard to let go. Only by holding her in his arms could he find some relief from the swelling pain and unease in his chest.
No one knows what Zhou Ji felt when he saw the words "divorce agreement".
It felt like a subtle, insidious pain was spreading through my heart, making me writhe in agony, and my brain felt like it was being pierced by sharp thorns.
It hurts so much.
It was hundreds of times more unbearable than I had imagined.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed twice calmly, and he said in a low, hoarse voice, "Does it hurt a lot? Let me see."
As he spoke, he looked down at the small hand clenched in his palm, and indeed, a clear ring of fingerprints was left on the delicate, fair skin.
It was a shocking sight to see the red marks from being pinched.
Zhou Ji apologized to her, slowly released her wrist, but then wrapped his arms around her waist.
The two faced each other, and he looked down at her, wanting to say many things but swallowing them all.
Jiang Yue felt a little uncomfortable with him holding her so tightly around the waist: "It's uncomfortable for me to be hugged like this."
Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, and after thinking for a while, he gave her a reasonable explanation, which sounded serious and not like a joke: "I feel very uncomfortable if I don't hold you."
He was already weighing his options to keep her—love? She didn't seem to care about much.
Money? She likes it, otherwise she wouldn't have asked for 80% of his assets in the divorce agreement.
He just happened to have a lot of money.
Zhou Ji silently thought that he could transfer 100% of his assets to Jiang Yue's name, but the agreement would be null and void if they divorced.
This seems to be the most feasible approach.
If Jiang Yue can stay by his side for the money and is willing to continue being Mrs. Zhou, that would be great.
Actually, there are other ways. For example, letting her know that he has no chance of winning this case and making sure that no lawyer in the entire city of Beijing takes on this divorce case would not be difficult for Zhou Ji.
There are too many people in this world who are afraid of getting burned.
But she's not the type to back down easily.
At that point, they'll probably only end up fighting to the death.
Zhou Ji didn't want to have a life-or-death situation with her, nor did he want to see hatred in her eyes; he felt he couldn't bear it.
He stared blankly at himself, feeling as if he were beyond redemption.
Jiang Yue felt like her waist was about to be broken by him. He had no sense of restraint tonight, his eyelashes were pressed down, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.
Their depths are hard to discern, their joys and sorrows hard to predict.
Meeting his gaze, I felt as if he had seen right through me.
"How long are you going to hold me like this?" Jiang Yue was in a good mood today and was only not going to argue with him, so she reluctantly pretended to be good-tempered.
Zhou Ji thought about it carefully and told her the truth: "I don't know either."
Jiang Yue had just been to the hospital that afternoon, and she felt that her clothes were stained with an unpleasant, pungent smell of alcohol that she couldn't wash off. She didn't like it.
She wanted to go upstairs and take a shower first.
But Zhou Ji was like a morbid madman, grabbing her wrist and then her waist, making him incredibly difficult to deal with.
She was unaware that Zhou Ji had already gone through a thousand thoughts in his mind, and had even considered using unconventional methods to confine her at home, releasing her only when she voluntarily tore up the divorce agreement.
These tricks are nothing to Zhou Ji.
However, these violent and dark thoughts only appear when one is filled with hatred and feels like one is dying.
Normally, I suppress my feelings very well.
Zhou Ji couldn't keep thinking about this; it would only push him into an increasingly dark corner where light could never penetrate.
Anyway, he's unlikely to sign the divorce papers.
Besides, she hasn't slapped the divorce papers in his face to this day. It was probably just a momentary impulse, and she might forget about it in a few days.
Zhou Ji casually rubbed his fingertips together a couple of times before calmly changing the subject: "Where are you feeling unwell? Why did you go to the hospital today?"
Jiang Yue didn't want him to know too much, fearing that Zhou Ji was also eyeing her.
That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas; the main characters who end up living away from home are often children from wealthy families.
However, biological parents often love their adopted daughters more, while misunderstanding and looking down on their poor biological daughters.
Every time Jiang Yue sees this kind of plot in a TV series, she grits her teeth in hatred.
She doesn't want to be an unwanted heiress.
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