Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

Zhou family.

Jiang Zhuoxia took a sip from the teacup and pretended to sigh, "Grandpa Zhou still likes this kind of tea. Zhuoxia didn't bring a gift for Grandpa Zhou this time, but I will make it up to him next time."

Old Master Zhou chuckled and said nothing. His eyes fell on the fat boy Ji Jin standing beside Jiang Zhuoxia.

Ji Jin sat on the chair, swinging his legs, looking at the teacup in his hand, and touching the patterns on it curiously.

Everything in the Zhou family's house was either expensive or priceless. He looked at the patterns on the teacup and seemed to like it so much that he wanted to put it directly in his pocket.

Jiang Zhuoxia quickly stopped him: "No."

Ji Jin frowned in dissatisfaction: "Why, I like this."

"If you like it, let's ask Dad to buy it for her when we get home." Jiang Zhuoxia was afraid that the child would cause trouble for her here.

Ji Jin...Zhou Jinfan.

The name contains the word "Jin", so it is hard not to associate it with something.

Mr. Zhou said softly: "This child is."

Jiang Zhuoxia quickly replied, "It's the child of the Ji family in Kyoto."

When the word Ji family was mentioned, Jiang Zhuoxia's expression changed for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Ji Jin insisted on taking the teacup away from his hand, and Jiang Zhuoxia couldn't stop him.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "Give it to the child if he likes it. There are plenty of cups."

Jiang Zhuoxia was very embarrassed for a moment.

When she left Zhou's house, she looked around, but soon she lowered her head in disappointment.

Zhou Anan smiled and asked curiously, "What is Aunt Jiang looking for?"

When Jiang Zhuoxia looked at Zhou Anan's eyes last week, it was as if she saw the overlapping shadows of Zhou Jinfan and Nancy. She was stunned for a moment, and still felt very disgusted when she thought of Nancy.

She asked, "Has your father ever come back to Kyoto?"

"dad?"

Sure enough, he was looking for his dad.

Zhou Anan rolled her eyes and didn't directly answer Jiang Zhuoxia's question. Instead, she asked, "Aunt Jiang, where's your uncle? Isn't he coming to pick you up?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuoxia's face, which was delicately made up, froze and she looked extremely embarrassed.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "Uncle is busy, so I'll leave first. I'll bring you a gift next time I come."

After saying that, she took Ji Jin's hand and walked outside.

Zhou Anan left only after watching the two figures, one big and one small, go away.

Along the way, Ji Jin kept touching the teacup in his hand, with a smile on his face. He liked this teacup very much.

Jiang Zhuoxia glared at him, released his hand, and cursed: "You have never seen the world, it's just a teacup, other people's houses are full of them, and you look so worthless!"

Shame!

She shouldn't have brought such a shameful thing to the Zhou family!

They both have the word "Jin" in their names, but why do they turn out so differently?

Jiang Zhuoxia looked at Ji Jin with disgust.

After walking a long way with Ji Jin, a black commercial vehicle stopped beside the mother and son.

Ji Jin yelled to the man in the car, "Dad!"

Ji Chengwang nodded coldly and motioned for the two to get in the car.

After getting in the car, Ji Jin handed the teacup in his hand to his father and said happily: "Dad, look, how beautiful is this teacup?"

Ji Chengwang just took a glance, took the teacup and threw it to the assistant beside him.

"Don't buy random things from outside. If you want cups, we have plenty at home."

Ji Jin was unhappy and wanted to snatch the teacup back: "Give it back to me, give it back to me!"

With the child's cries lingering in his ears, Ji Chengwang looked at the documents in his hand anxiously and reached out to his assistant.

The assistant placed the teacup in Ji Chengwang's palm, and then the car window slowly lowered. Ji Chengwang didn't even look at it and threw the teacup out.

Snapped.

The teacup fell outside the car and broke into incomplete pieces, lying quietly on the side of the road.

"Dad!" Ji Jin was very dissatisfied, his face flushed: "That's what I like!"

Ji Chengwang ignored him and said to Jiang Zhuoxia calmly, "Is this how you take care of your child?"

Jiang Zhuoxia swallowed her saliva, snorted coldly and said, "If your child wants to take it, I can't stop him."

Ji Chengwang's eyes were so cold that it made people tremble. Jiang Zhuoxia immediately glanced away.

Ji Chengwang asked, "Where did you take him today?"

"garden."

These two simple words made the man sneer.

Without giving her a chance to continue, Ji Jin quickly said, "Mom took me to Zhou's house today."

Jiang Zhuoxia's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her fingers nervously.

"Zhou family?"

The man's tone was very cold, as if the Zhou family was some kind of taboo.

The man demanded, "Did you go find him?"

Jiang Zhuoxia forced herself to remain calm and replied, "No, I saw Grandpa Zhou, so I went to the Zhou family's house for a walk."

The man snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. It was you who came to me in the first place. The Jiang family is only safe now because of me. You'd better behave yourself."

Jiang Zhuoxia didn't say anything, fearing that if she said something wrong again, she would be the next one to be thrown out of the window.

Zhou family.

Zhou Anan was grinding for Mr. Zhou in the study, with her head down and not saying a word.

Mr. Zhou suddenly smiled and said, "Is An An worried?"

Zhou Anan shuddered and the ink in her hand almost flew out.

Mr. Zhou smiled and didn't blame him.

Zhou Anan quickly took a tissue to wipe away the ink from the corners. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Grandpa, Anan doesn't like Aunt Jiang very much."

Aunt Jiang gave her a very unfriendly feeling, and coupled with the impression she had from her childhood, it seemed even worse when she saw her today.

And that boy... not polite at all.

Zhou Anan lowered her head in frustration.

Suddenly, a brush was handed to her.

"Great grandpa?"

She raised her eyes and met Mr. Zhou's gaze.

Grandpa Zhou said, "Come on, An'an. Grandpa hasn't seen An'an write for a long time."

"it is good!"

She took the brush and started writing on a piece of paper again.

Having been with Mr. Zhou since she was a child, she naturally knows how to write calligraphy.

Every stroke of the character is straight and neat.

But when he was about to finish the last word, something went wrong.

Zhou Anan looked up at Mr. Zhou with a look of grievance.

Mr. Zhou smiled, took a sip of tea and said, "An An, being a person is just like writing. You have to be calm and composed."

“When you encounter a difficult character to write, it’s like encountering someone you don’t like. Write it calmly and you will naturally not take that person to heart, and they will not disturb your feelings.”

Listening to Mr. Zhou's guidance, Zhou Anan nodded, took a new piece of paper, took a deep breath, and started again.

Watching Zhou Anan writing every stroke attentively, Old Man Zhou smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

After finishing writing, Zhou Anan looked up again to show Old Man Zhou, but found that she was the only one left in the study.

"Where's Great Grandfather?"

She put down the rice paper in disappointment.

Suddenly, the housekeeper came running over in a hurry.