Out of control and sinking

Standing at the shop entrance, the interior was brightly lit.

It's so late, but they're still open for business.

This is clearly an old restaurant, but there was only one table of customers eating inside, a middle-aged woman with her child.

Bo Ye withdrew his gaze, placed the high heels on the ground, then put Jiang Ruan on his lap, his well-defined fingers helping her put on her shoes.

As soon as she put on her shoes, Jiang Ruan couldn't wait to get off the ground and pulled him inside by the hand.

Bo Ye stiffened slightly, still somewhat unaccustomed to being so intimate with her in public with outsiders present.

His gaze turned wary.

But her hand was so soft that when she held it tightly, Bo Ye suddenly felt exceptionally safe. He had never experienced being led forward like this before.

He is Bo Ye.

Bo Ye, a man who dominated the political scene and made the Bo family the most powerful in Beijing.

He was also a lone wolf.

He was always the one leading others forward.

They weren't led around by anyone.

But this feeling is actually quite nice.

Looking at the girl's soft, long hair, Bo Ye subconsciously chose to hold her tighter rather than let go.

Jiang Ruan was talking to the shopkeeper when she felt his hand grip hers, and her smile became even sweeter.

"My dear girl, it's been so long since I've seen you. You look even more beautiful now," the shopkeeper said with a smile.

He speaks fluent Shanghainese.

Jiang Ruan smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Sister, we'd like two bowls of wontons, one large and one small."

The shopkeeper's gaze was fixed on Bo Ye; judging from his attire, he was clearly from the upper class.

Standing with Jiang Ruan.

Tsk tsk.

"Is this handsome guy your boyfriend? He's really good-looking. You two are a perfect match!"

Bo Ye didn't understand Shanghainese, but he still understood what the shopkeeper was saying.

An unusual glint flashed in his dark eyes.

Jiang Ruan was a little nervous when she heard him say earnestly in a magnetic voice, "Thank you."

The shopkeeper had a better impression of him.

She's rich, good-looking, and so polite.

While Bo Ye turned away, the shopkeeper pulled Jiang Ruan aside and whispered, "Little girl, you're so lucky to have found such a man. You're going to have a comfortable life from now on."

Jiang Ruan turned to look at Bo Ye with flushed cheeks.

Just then, the man turned around.

Their eyes met, their gazes colliding in the air.

Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't know what to say to her, and that she looked shy, Bo Ye's lips twitched slightly, and his sharp face softened considerably.

The wonton shop is small, with only six tables.

The decoration is simple, but it's very clean.

The desktop was polished until it shone.

It's obvious that the boss is a hygienic person.

Even Bo Ye, who was a germaphobe, couldn't find anything wrong with it, and he sat down in his seat.

Jiang Ruan sat opposite him.

The two sat facing each other, and a strange feeling arose in their hearts.

They are all too busy.

And his status speaks for itself.

This was the first time the two of them had gone out to eat alone.

I could hear a middle-aged woman coaxing her child to eat wontons, calling him "baby" all the while.

The atmosphere here became a bit awkward.

Sit face to face.

Jiang Ruan's red lips moved slightly, just as she was about to find a topic to talk about, when she heard Bo Ye ask, "What did that proprietress say to you just now?"

Jiang Ruan let out an "Ah," suppressing a laugh, "She didn't say anything."

Bo Ye raised an eyebrow: "Can't you say?"

Seeing that she couldn't hold back her laughter, Bo Ye guessed what was going on; she was probably teasing them.

"It's not impossible," Jiang Ruan said, "I was just joking."

Bo Ye, however, was quite patient: "What the hell?"

Seeing that he was determined to get to the bottom of things, Jiang Ruan blinked and simply told him, "She said I'm lucky to have found a man like you, and I'll be able to enjoy life from now on."

Bo Ye: "..."

Jiang Ruan rested her elbows on the table, her palms supporting her small face. Her unmade-up cheeks looked exceptionally pure as she smiled sweetly at him. She jokingly asked, "Mr. Bo, am I lucky?"

That's a good question.

"Yes, yes."

Jiang Ruan didn't expect him to reply to her.

With a blink, the conversation ended.

Soon, the wontons arrived.

The portions were enormous, consisting of a large bowl twice the size of a face and a smaller bowl.

The aroma wafted over as soon as it was served.

Bo Ye wasn't hungry at first, but perhaps the wontons smelled so good that he couldn't help but feel a little hungry.

"The big one is yours, and the small one is mine." Jiang Ruan said, pushing the big bowl in front of him.

Bo Ye didn't refuse, glancing at her small bowl, which wasn't actually that small.

Their appetite.

A small bowl is enough.

But having already ordered, Bo Ye remained silent, picked up the spoon with his fingertips, and quietly ate.

He always ate in a very casual manner, never making a sound no matter what he ate.

This has been the family motto of the Bo family since childhood.

Jiang Ruan was different; when the soup was too hot, she would slurp it up.

The sound it made was very loud.

It seemed like it was done on purpose.

Bo Ye sipped the soup; it was very flavorful and tasted quite good.

It lives up to the shop's name, "Fragrance for a Thousand Miles".

But my attention wasn't on the wontons; it was all drawn to the slurping sounds coming from across the table.

Bo Ye's lips twitched as he looked up at her and couldn't help but say, "Eat without making a sound."

Jiang Ruan did it on purpose. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol. She deliberately wanted to provoke him and see his emotions fluctuate, instead of being like a dead, silent mountain like she was now.

Holding the spoon, she looked at him expectantly, muttering, "It's hot!"

"Then we'll eat later," Bo Ye said.

Jiang Ruan then trailed off, "Hungry..."

She pointed to her stomach: "I can tolerate the mouth, but I can't tolerate this."

"It's been called that all along."

Bo Ye: "..."

It's wrong no matter how you look at it.

So he simply stopped talking.

Quietly eating wontons with head down.

But then, Jiang Ruan stopped deliberately slurping.

Once is enough; doing it twice or three times will have no effect.

Taking a bite of the fragrant wonton, she asked him, "How is it? Aren't these wontons delicious?"

Bo Ye replied, "Mm."

It's definitely delicious.

Because he had never eaten it before.

This is my first time trying it.

"This was the first meal I ate when I first came to Beijing. I didn't have any money in my pocket at the time, only enough to pay the rent. After paying the rent, I only had a little left. This place smelled so good when we passed by that Lu Jie and I couldn't resist, so we ordered a small bowl of wontons and shared it with each other." Jiang Ruan said, her face showing nostalgia.

She sighed, "Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time really flies."

Her tone was full of emotion.

And there is a deep sense of nostalgia.

This wasn't the first time Bo Ye had heard the name Lu Jie from her.

He checked and found that she came from Jiangcheng with Jiang Ruan.

She is also Jiang Ruan's best friend.

She's now a nurse at a hospital, but he's never met her.

I didn't see her when I went to pick her up last time.

But Bo Ye knew that such a person existed.

She also knew that Lu Jie held a significant place in Jiang Ruan's heart.

Bo Ye took a bite of the wonton with elegant movements, and only spoke after swallowing it.

The man stared at her with his dark eyes.

With a nonchalant sneer, he said, "You think you can reminisce about days when you were starving and freezing?"