Out of control and sinking

Chapter 151 I know

Chen Nan had never seen Bo Ye cry. No matter how much pressure he was under, Bo Ye always remained expressionless.

Even cold-hearted and ruthless.

Both in public and private matters, Bo Ye is a rationalist who always adheres to his bottom line.

But now, Chen Nan saw him crying, the tear in the corner of his eye a testament to his unwavering resolve.

Chen Nan knew that President Bo was feeling sorry for Miss Jiang.

I used to think that Mr. Bo treated Ms. Jiang so well, but Ms. Jiang sometimes didn't appreciate it.

Chen Nan always thought that in the relationship between President Bo and Miss Jiang, President Bo was the one who gave the most.

But when Chen Nan found out about all that, he was utterly shocked.

He never expected that Miss Jiang would go to such lengths for President Bo.

If there were no love, how could this be?

The two of them had clearly fallen in love with each other a long time ago.

One was taciturn, and the other had a strong sense of self-respect.

Neither of them dared to say "I love you."

Chen Nan couldn't help but sigh as he watched.

Coming to his senses, Bo Ye raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes with a cold expression, as if the tears he had just shed were just an illusion.

But his complex, turbulent gaze clearly revealed that his inner world was not as calm as it appeared.

Bo Ye now understands.

Why did Jiang Ruan cry and beg him not to die?

She had assumed he was on the plane that had crashed.

Would he kneel before Xu Yun for him?
Did she beg everyone she knew for his sake?

The thought of her humbling herself, full of grievances, begging for help just to check if her name, Bo Ye, was on that list...

Bo Ye felt a pang of heartache.

The fingertips hanging down to her knees even trembled slightly.

After a moment, a man's low, husky voice rang out: "You should go back now."

Chen Nan said worriedly, "President Bo, don't worry."

“Miss Jiang did this because she loves you. I can see that you love Miss Jiang too, it’s just that neither of you are used to saying it out loud.”

Father, like son.

As an outsider, Chen Nan actually saw everything very clearly.

"I know." The man's voice was even hoarse, his lowered eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

He knew Jiang Ruan loved him.

He knew it a long time ago.

He already had a premonition when she went from being a stranger to gradually becoming dependent on him.

But Bo Ye never believed it.

He is an idealist.

Born without love, and never pursuing love.

Because from birth until now, his world has consisted only of family, interests, and weighing pros and cons.

That's what his grandfather taught him too.

So much so that the word "love" simply didn't exist in his mind.

He is the only king.

He wanted to become the highest-ranking person in the Bo family.

We must lead the Bo family to an even more glorious future.

He doesn't believe in love either.

Chen Nan knew that no matter how much he said, it would be in vain; matters of the heart were something they had to figure out for themselves.

Judging from Bo Ye's expression, it was clear that Miss Jiang's actions this time had truly struck a nerve with him.

So he said, "Mr. Bo, I'll head back now."

Chen Nan stood up: "If you need anything, just text me anytime."

Bo Ye didn't look up, his tone indifferent: "Mm."

After Chen Nan left, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Bo Ye sat on the sofa for a long time, feeling his throat was dry and uncomfortable, and his heart was restless.

He got up, went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, opened the cap, picked up the glass, and poured himself a glass.

He tilted his head back and drank it all without a second thought.

He downed a glass of the tangy, spicy, high-proof red wine straight into his mouth.

They drank it quickly.

I choked.

He put down his wine glass, coughed a few times while holding onto the table, his long, narrow eyes were wet, and his dark eyes were bloodshot, looking wild and disheveled.

(End of this chapter)