Jiang Yue felt genuinely humiliated by his laughter.
Why can he still laugh?
Isn't he afraid of having his entire family wiped out?
oh.
Jiang Yue slowly realized that she could no longer threaten anyone, but wasn't Zhou Ji afraid of such intimidation?
She was really trying to scare him!
How could he laugh!
And he's smiling so obviously.
They didn't take her seriously at all.
Jiang Yue said expressionlessly, "Have you laughed enough?"
Zhou Ji's lips curled up slightly, forming a beautiful arc. He almost couldn't stop laughing. Seeing her trying hard to keep her face straight and pretend to be serious, his smile, which had been gradually fading, began to spread again.
"You laugh at my intention to exterminate your entire family?"
Jiang Yue wasn't stupid; even if she was slow to realize, she would have noticed that he was mocking her.
Zhou Ji was in a good mood and did not deny it. After a pause, he was surprised that he had the patience to cooperate with her and said, "If you really want to exterminate my entire family, you won't be able to escape either."
He looked into her eyes: "We're on the same household registration now."
Jiang Yue had calmed down and was no longer as impulsive as before.
She didn't want to make a fool of herself or add to Zhou Ji's amusement. She silently clenched her hands, feeling nervous, but her voice remained steady: "Anyway, I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you."
Her Highness felt that she had already made a very big concession.
Let this kind of troublemaker sleep in the same room as her.
It was already a great honor for him.
"If you insist on sleeping in the master bedroom, then make a makeshift bed on the floor."
Zhou Ji's gaze casually swept over the woman's slightly white fingers, and he raised an eyebrow. It seemed that she was not as calm as she appeared.
at night.
Jiang Yue first went to the bathroom to take a bath, where a row of expensive essential oils were placed next to the bathtub.
She disliked this extra husband.
But I still really like his money.
The essential oils are specially made, and the skincare products she uses daily are also specially formulated. The skincare products alone in her bathroom would cost tens of millions to maintain.
Jiang Yue took a relaxing bath, dried herself off, changed into a spaghetti strap nightgown, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.
The man was sitting in front of his computer, processing work emails.
Jiang Yue ignored him and sat in front of the dressing mirror to apply skincare products.
After applying some perfume, I planned to go to bed.
Zhou Ji closed his laptop, rubbed his temples, and as the fatigue from before slowly dissipated, he looked up and saw her swaying back and forth in front of him in a sundress.
The woman's calves were slender and white, and her entire body was so white it was almost dazzling.
Delicate, fragile, and seemingly exuding a faint, alluring fragrance from the blood.
With her back to him, her pretty little face rested on the pillow, a few strands of dark hair slowly spreading out, and she fell asleep peacefully.
The man's eyes darkened. He calmly unfastened his watch and approached the bedside step by step.
Just as Jiang Yue closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, her wrist was suddenly gripped by a strong force, and her five fingers, which were pressed together, were slowly pried open.
She opened her eyes, and the handsome face so close to her made her momentarily dazed.
Zhou Ji's free hand gently grasped her chin, his aura filling the air with an overwhelming sense of oppression, her slightly parted lips moist and red.
Her weak voice was instantly swallowed up in her throat.
I had a sleepless night.
The next day, as soon as it was light, Jiang Yue opened her eyes wearily. The arm around her waist felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, holding her captive in its embrace.
She felt breathless even in her dreams.
As the memories of last night gradually returned, Jiang Yue's eyelashes trembled twice. She stared blankly and rested for a while, but her whole body still felt sore and weak.
Jiang Yue is just a salted fish right now.
Dried salted fish.
I don't want to move at all.
At that moment, only one sentence came to her mind: "Don't judge a book by its cover."
Zhou Ji appears gentle and refined, seemingly detached from worldly desires, but he went quite far last night, only managing to back down just before dawn.
Jiang Yue didn't notice much of his tenderness either.
He remained as indifferent as usual, simply to fulfill the needs he mentioned.
The reason Jiang Yue can remain calm now is because her experience wasn't too bad.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind wandering, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep again. When she woke up, there was no one beside her.
Jiang Yue glanced at the clock; it was almost noon.
She got out of bed, and there was a knock on the door. "Madam, lunch is ready."
Through the door, Jiang Yue gave a faint "Okay".
After going downstairs, Jiang Yue realized it was the weekend and her son was home.
Zhou Zhengchu didn't have a piano lesson today, only an extra English lesson.
When his mother woke up, he had already finished his tutoring session.
His English level is now quite good, and he can communicate fluently with others in English.
It's already 12:30.
Zhou Zhengchu hadn't eaten lunch yet. This was a rule set by his mother: if she hadn't eaten, he couldn't eat either.
Zhou Zhengchu, who often went hungry, was already used to it and could endure the hunger.
What he feared most was when his mother had him locked in a dark room, a room with only a closed door and no windows.
It was pitch black.
I couldn't touch anything when I reached out.
Every time he "made a mistake," his mother would lock him in.
They were locked up for a whole day without water or food.
These past few days, Zhou Zhengchu has often been in a daze, wondering whether the mother in front of him is real, or whether the mother from before is real.
He had previously felt that his resentment had been transformed into a sharp weapon.
He appears obedient and docile on the surface, but his heart is dark and violent.
He hated her and desperately wanted to get away from her, take revenge on her, and make her regret it.
But... but as long as she's willing to give him a little bit of candy, even just a tiny bit, he's willing to forgive her.
"Mother."
The boy cautiously used a more affectionate term than "mother."
However, his mother didn't seem angry, nor did she seem to care.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Yue stared at his soft, white face and couldn't resist reaching out to gently pinch it. She didn't see that the child's ear tips instantly turned bright red.
"Don't you have school today?"
Zhou Zhengchu felt his face, which his mother had just touched, was still very hot: "It's a holiday today."
Jiang Yue hummed in agreement, not particularly concerned.
After the mother and son had lunch together, Assistant Shen was ordered to appear at the villa on the hillside, even though he was not very clear about what changes had occurred in the relationship between the president and his wife.
However, Assistant Shen should never ask questions she shouldn't.
Just do your job duties well.
"Madam, the plane will take off in an hour. The auction will start at 7 p.m. Once you are ready, we can head to the airport."
Jiang Yue wasn't in a hurry.
His calm and composed demeanor made him seem like someone who had weathered many storms.
"I don't need to prepare anything." The stunningly beautiful woman glanced lazily at the man: "Just have Zhou Ji prepare the money, that's enough. I won't hold back."
Assistant Shen: ...
*
When Jiang Yue boarded her private jet to attend an auction in Hong Kong, her phone was bombarded with messages.
Especially those hypocritical girlfriends in the wealthy circle, who feigned surprise and asked her in the group chat, "Is that divorce agreement circulating online real or fake?"
[Yueyue, don't be sad. Try to comfort your husband.]
I've seen the contents of the agreement; it's really outrageous. How could they let you leave with nothing?
[Just because your show couldn't be recorded at the last minute, they feel ashamed and want to divorce you? The Zhou family is going too far.]
【It's okay, we won't go to the TV station to put up with this kind of treatment anymore. If they won't let us be on the show, we won't be. We're not short of money.】
I think Zhou Ji has a good temper and a gentle nature. If you humble yourself and plead with him a little, maybe he'll soften up.
Every word seemed to be a word of comfort and concern.
If you look closely, every sentence is demeaning to her, and all the ideas she comes up with are terrible.
I prayed to God and Buddha, hoping she would sign the divorce papers immediately! But I was forced to do so!
Jiang Yue saw the message and, having nothing else to do, replied:
Princess Jiang Yue: [I just arrived in Hong Kong.]
It seemed they had guessed what they would ask.
The next second, she continued:
Zhou Ji asked me to buy jewelry.
[It's so annoying.]
I don't want to come.
Flying on his private jet must be tiring.
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