Out of control and sinking

Sensing the sarcasm in his tone, Jiang Ruan looked up at him, spoon in hand, and retorted with a sneer, "What do you know?"

“A pampered young master like you, who has been waited on since childhood, can’t possibly understand how difficult it is for us poor commoners. A rope breaks at its weakest point. When Lu Jie and I first came to the capital, we depended on each other for survival. I will never forget those days.”

"Looking back now, I think it was a pretty good time. At least I wasn't all alone and helpless."

As Jiang Ruan spoke, a happy smile spread across her lips.

Her little face was smiling sweetly.

What Bo Ye saw was a complex light flashing in his dark eyes. Who said he couldn't understand hardship?

The life of a wealthy young master was not as good as she had imagined.

Before Bo Ye turned seventeen, he was subjected to rigorous training by his grandfather.

While other kids went out to play, he studied finance.

They start learning junior high school textbooks in first grade.

He skipped grades in all of them.

He even skipped several classes.

As a result, he spent all his time studying and never had many good friends growing up.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but in the end, Bo Ye took them back.

He's a grown man; it's shameful for him to try and outdo her in misery.

Jiang Ruan finished the whole bowl of wontons.

He put down his spoon and saw that Bo Ye had also stopped; to him, the large bowl was no different from a basin.

Even the most delicious wontons won't be enough for him once he's full.

Before he could say anything, Jiang Ruan said, "Boss, check please."

The shop owner just came over.

"You've finished eating, sweetie! How was it? Did you like it?"

Jiang Ruan praised, "It tastes just as good as before."

"Handsome, how are you feeling?"

The shopkeeper looked at him with a smile, and Bo Ye politely replied, "It's delicious."

The shop owner was even happier to receive the praise.

“As long as it’s delicious.”

"26 in total."

Fourteen large bowls, twelve small bowls.

This price is considered very cheap in Beijing.

The price was the same when Jiang Ruan first came to Beijing, and it hasn't changed over the years. Just as Jiang Ruan opened WeChat on her phone, the man next to her handed her a card.

Bo Ye held the card between his long, slender fingers, his sharp face displaying maturity and composure. He said in a low voice, "I'll pay."

It's still a black card.

The shopkeeper was taken aback when he saw the card.

"Huh? Swipe card?"

Seeing the store's reaction, a look of doubt flashed across Bo Ye's eyes. Could it be that this store doesn't accept credit cards?

Jiang Ruan couldn't hold back any longer and pushed Bo Ye's SIM card back into his phone when she heard a snicker beside her.

"This is not a shopping mall, you can't pay by card here."

"I'll do it."

Then I decisively picked up the scanner, scanned the merchant's QR code, entered the amount, and paid.

"Okay, boss."

Jiang Ruan blinked and waved the screen at the shopkeeper.

Shop owner: "Okay, sure."

Bo Ye looked sullen and put the card back in his wallet.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Handsome, we don't accept credit cards here, only WeChat and Alipay."

Despite his inherent stubbornness, Bo Ye remained polite: "I understand next time."

As Jiang Ruan and I walked out of the wonton shop, it was pitch black outside.

I had only walked a few meters away.

Jiang Ruan couldn't hold back any longer and laughed until her stomach hurt. She clutched her stomach and looked at him, saying, "Swiping the card, hahaha, this is the first time I've ever seen someone pay by card to eat wontons."

Bo Ye: "..."

He twitched his lips slightly: "Don't laugh."

Out of politeness, he asked her, "Why can't we pay by card for wontons? It's the business's problem if there's no card reader; public places don't have card readers."

Jiang Ruan laughed even harder after hearing this.

She coughed, forcing back a laugh, and nodded: "That makes sense... hahaha..."

In the end, he couldn't hold back.

"A bowl of wontons... twelve yuan... swipe card, hahaha."

Bo Ye: "..."