Depressed wife runs with the ball

Ji Yan hadn't married yet, and he and Xinxin had broken up. On the day they broke up, he called Chu Yue and admitted his mistake. It was early spring, cold and damp. Even though Chu Yue was wrapped in a warm, soft sweater, she still felt a chill on her back.

Zhou Xingzhi didn't touch the board members, but he did find excuses to replace or sideline several of their capable subordinates. After the Lunar New Year, Zhou Jihuai returned from Macau and went to work on time without saying a word. He must have lost a lot of money again.

Mo Xiaoxiao was so angry at his expression that she decided to become an observer on a divorce variety show. Although most of the shows were scripted, all of these couples had problems.

She kept wondering if Zhou Xingzhi and Chu Yue had the same problems. When would she and Zhou Jihuai finally get a divorce? None of the companies under the group had shares she owned, and perhaps having a child would make things much easier. However, she hoped this child would be Zhou Xingzhi's, not Zhou Jihuai's.

"Ms. Mo! What do you think about this amateur couple?" Seeing her in a daze, the host repeated the question. According to the script, she should talk about her own marital relationship.

"Oh, sorry, I just thought of my husband. The two of them feel a bit like my family. We are both very busy with work and it is difficult for us to meet. Our daily conversations are rather formulaic. It's just that maybe we both feel that the other party does not give us enough emotional value." She quickly adjusted her mood and acted in front of the camera.

"So, how do you usually build emotional bonds?" the host continued to ask questions according to the script.

"That's right, work is our bond." Mo Xiaoxiao smiled faintly, pretending to be a little shy in response. Television shows, after all, aren't real life.

Chu Yue spent a month painting a picture of white cranes soaring in a red sky, nostalgic for the mundane world, and gave it to Zhou Xingzhi as a gift for his mother. It was spring, and everything was reviving. Green buds covered the streets, creating a stark contrast to her red wall painting.

Zhou Xingzhi took the opportunity to pull her home for dinner and corrected her: "From now on, when you go home and see my parents, you should call them auntie and uncle. You can't call them Mrs. Zhou or Mr. Zhou anymore."

"Then I'll send it another day. It's not framed yet anyway." She put down the paintbrush and looked at the watch. It was already past 9 o'clock in the evening and it was time to go home.

"Let's go home." Today it was Zhou Xingzhi who accompanied her to paint, and it was no longer Chu Yue who came to accompany him to work overtime.

"Where are you going back today?" He also closed his computer, took off his glasses, and rubbed his nose bridge.

"You are flying to Switzerland the day after tomorrow, so I will go back to Cuiyuan today, and you go back to your home and pack your own luggage." She took her denim canvas bag from the clothes hanger, walked to his desk, looked at him with her big eyes flashing, and hid his glasses.

"Then go back to Cuiyuan and come back to my place tomorrow night." He reached out to touch his glasses, but couldn't find them.

Seeing that he was anxious, Chu Yue bent down to him and helped him put on his glasses.

Her vision was clear, and a bright smile appeared before her. She gently tugged at his wrist and pulled him into her arms. She gently chided him, "Has Special Assistant Chu become a little too spoiled lately? Has he become more and more slack at work?"

"If Mr. Zhou insists on using official time to discuss this, can your current behavior be considered workplace sexual harassment?"

Chu Yue was sitting on his lap, with his arms around her waist. If someone who didn't know the situation heard this, they would probably misunderstand.

Zhou Xingzhi was speechless for a moment. He quickly sat up straight, let her go, and shouted righteously, "Let's talk about it when we get home."

The new house he secretly copied still had many details not completed, and given their relationship, she probably wouldn't be willing to move.

In the passenger seat, Chu Yue started yawning, and Zhou Xingzhi was infected by her.

"It's been so long, you should go on business trips with me to handle some overseas matters. Besides, many people in the overseas branches don't know that you are their boss's girlfriend."

"No, what if there is a social event, won't I have to go too?" She didn't like socializing in the first place, and social events were even more annoying.

"How could you bear to keep us apart for so long, and yet you still let those interns from the company send things to my office!"

She was not jealous at all towards these interns who were fearless and brave. Instead, she gladly accepted the coffee and cakes they gave her, which made him a little dissatisfied.

"The girl did nothing wrong. The things she sent were all sent to me and never passed through your hands. Besides, didn't I pick you up at the airport?" Chu Yue was a little sleepy and didn't want to have more workload.

"..." Zhou Xingzhi discovered that her emotional needs didn't seem to be high.

Chu Yue leaned against the car window and slept with her eyes closed. She could return part of her savings from the past few months to Ji Yan. This way, the down payment she owed him would only be a few tens of thousands, which was a relief.

When she returned to Cuiyuan, she took off her shoes and was too lazy to even put on slippers. She ran to the sofa and lay down barefoot.

Zhou Xingzhi picked up her slippers, put them down in front of the sofa, pulled his tie, squeezed her to sit down, and gently called her to take a shower.

Chu Yue grabbed his hand and murmured, "Lie down together."

"Let's go back to bed and take a shower first. Or, I can help you?"

"No, I'll wash myself." She quickly got up and went to take a shower.

Every time she finished painting, she felt tired and just wanted to lie down. Zhou Xingzhi thought that Chu Jie'an's constant requests to see him might not be a good thing.

If I go on a business trip, I wonder if he will cause trouble for Chu Yue.

What if we meet under the Xinghui Building... My business trip will take another ten days.

Chu Yue finished brushing his teeth and went back to his room to sleep. Seeing that he was flipping through the book on cultural relics restoration, he said, "You wash up, I'll go to sleep first."

"Yueyue, Switzerland, will you come with me?" He closed the book, still feeling it wasn't safe to leave her alone in China. If he left her with Su Weikai, he'd be too dissolute. If he left her with Ji Yan, he'd feel uncomfortable, which was even worse.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm very tired today." Chu Yue lazily lifted his feet and walked into the room and lay down.

Zhou Xingzhi had no choice but to give up.

Ji Yan looked at the money Chu Yue had wired him in several installments on his phone, wondering if this junior sister was eager to distance herself from him. He laughed at himself, saying he had betrayed her first, yet he hoped she would still let go of the past and acknowledge him as his senior brother.

Su Ying also knew about his breakup with Xinxin. Firstly, she felt he deserved it, and secondly, she felt sorry for him. His father had been arrested, his mother was mentally ill, his capable colleague at the firm had been poached, and then his girlfriend pressured him into marriage, forcing them to break up. Not turning gray overnight was already a rare achievement, wasn't it?

"Do you think I'm a failure? How can there be such a coward, huh?" Ji Yan was drinking in the bar, feeling very depressed.

After Mo Xiaoxiao finished her broadcast, she asked the driver to park the car in front of Ji Yan's bar. The bar was deserted and dimly lit. Ji Yan was flirting with Su Ying in a lonely manner. At least that was how it seemed to her.

"Mr. Ji, I've long heard of you." Wearing a pair of white gloves, she patted Ji Yan's back and politely wanted to shake hands with him.

A woman wearing a hat and white gloves in a bar late at night. Hermès bags, Chanel ready-to-wear. Ji Yan squinted his eyes and looked closely. Wasn't this Mo Xiaoxiao, Zhou Jihuai's wife and the CEO of Xinghan Entertainment?

Dressed like this and coming to his little bar, it was quite ostentatious. "Boss Mo, are you planning to take over my little bar?" He had no intention of engaging in intrigue with these rich ladies.

"I just wanted to come and see how your junior sister ended up being my brother-in-law's special assistant?" She sat down on the chair next to Ji Yan and asked Su Ying to pour her a glass of wine.

At first, Su Ying thought Ji Yan was under too much pressure and wanted to find this kind of rich wife to have fun. But it turned out that the person who came was Zhou Jihuai's wife, the Olympic champion, Mo Xiaoxiao!

"Hmph, your Zhou family is so powerful and influential. It would only take a few minutes to poach someone. Why don't you ask your brother-in-law for this kind of thing?" Ji Yan replied to her unhappily.

"I can invest in your little bar. How about you tell me about these things?" Mo Xiaoxiao took a sip of wine.