Out of control and sinking

He kept his eyes closed, his expression unchanged, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Regardless of whether he could hear her or not, Jiang Ruan's heart was pounding, feeling like it was about to jump out of her throat.

Unprecedented courage and boldness.

After she finished speaking, she obediently lay back in his arms, hugging the man's narrow waist, smelling the cologne, and quickly fell asleep.

Only when he heard the girl's steady breathing did Bo Ye, who was pretending to be asleep, dare to open his eyes, his dark eyes filled with undisguised turmoil.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her sleeping soundly, even the corners of her lips were turned up.

He pursed his thin lips, but a subtle smile flickered in his eyes. He pulled her closer, his chin resting against her soft shoulder.

He took a breath.

Perhaps he had already gotten used to her a long time ago.

—

Fang Cui's popularity online has not diminished.

Since the day Fang Cui caused trouble at Jiang Ruan's company gate, she has caused trouble there several more times.

At first, quite a few people gathered around her, but this happened frequently, and people got used to it.

They just assumed she was mentally unstable.

However, many people also took the opportunity to ride the wave of popularity.

He even started a live stream in front of Fang Cui.

The live stream was very popular.

On the day of the press conference.

Jiang Ruan arrived at the venue very early. She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black pants, and only had a layer of foundation on her face, so she looked like she was wearing no makeup at all.

Backstage, she sat on the sofa, looking at the front of the scene, which was densely packed with people in the camera lens. She bit her red lips tightly, saying that it was impossible for her to feel no pressure at all.

"Relax." Sister Qin came over, noticed her nervousness, and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her: "It's nothing serious, just a press conference. We all support you. You can't choose your own background. You didn't do anything wrong."

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan's emotions calmed down a bit, and she let out a long breath.

He replied, "Yes."

The press conference has begun.

The moment Jiang Ruan appeared, the scene erupted in excitement.

Jiang Ruan's die-hard fans were excitedly cheering and calling her name.

Looking at those excited faces...

At that moment, Jiang Ruan felt an overwhelming surge of courage. See, there were still people who liked and supported her.

But inevitably there are also harsh sounds.

"Jiang Ruan, are you really Chen Miao?"

"Did you get the name Jiang Ruan by changing your face? Is your family background all fabricated?"

Faced with the questioning, Jiang Ruan looked at everyone, raised her chin, calmly held up the microphone, and even had a smile on her lips.

She calmly said, "I know everyone is very curious about my background. It is thanks to Ms. Fang Cui's tireless efforts that I am grateful to her and the people behind her for going to great lengths to expose my true identity."

"Yes, I am Chen Miao, the one from the remote little county town of Jiangcheng."

"Fang Cui is my aunt, and she is my only relative in this world after my parents passed away."

These words immediately caused an uproar at the scene.

Whether they are haters or die-hard fans.

There are all sorts of opinions.

Jiang Ruan remained indifferent to their gossip.

Suddenly, she felt a strong gaze upon her.

Jiang Ruan subconsciously looked up and happened to meet the gaze of the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window upstairs.

Their eyes met, as if half a century had passed between them.

Chen Nan stood next to him.

The man was dressed in a full black suit, with a sharply defined face.

Even just standing there, it's a sight that can't be ignored.

He looked at her calmly, still with that aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

It makes it difficult to discern their emotions.

But despite this.

Jiang Ruan's heart still trembled heavily.

My fingertips trembled slightly as I held the microphone.

She never expected him to come.

Bo Ye.

He will attend her press conference.