Out of control and sinking

Chapter 282 Tomorrow's Cultivation

"Unless you betray me."

Bo Ye lowered his eyes and stared at her. They were so close that the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him could be clearly smelled at Jiang Ruan's nose.

An invisible allure and ambiguity.

Sensing his intense possessiveness, Jiang Ruan felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around the man's neck.

Even with the height of her high heels, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach his lips.

Her voice was sweet and charming: "How could that be?"

"I will never betray you."

If it's really not a good match, then you can break up.

Open and aboveboard.

Betrayal then seems cheap.

Especially since she still had feelings for him.

“But you are the same, Bo Ye.” Jiang Ruanxing stared at him with alluring eyes and said, “Even if you are the president of the Bo Group and hold a high position of power, if you dare to betray me, I will definitely do everything in my power to bite off a layer of your skin.”

Her voice was naturally soft and delicate, with a touch of coquettishness.

But the words he said were vicious.

She's just like a spoiled, pampered little wildcat who's putting on a show of wealth.

Bo Ye chuckled softly, and his right hand, which was in his pocket, reached out and instinctively wrapped around her slender, soft waist.

It's so small and delicate that it makes one's heart itch with desire.

He lowered his head and said, "Okay."

After saying that, Jiang Ruan wanted to say something more, but she couldn't say anything more.

His thin lips, reeking of strong wine, kissed her soft, red lips. His kisses were always domineering and forceful, especially in this dimly lit place, which made them even more stimulating.

When they left, Jiang Ruan's lip makeup was all smudged.

And it's a little swollen.

Looking in the mirror made Jiang Ruan extremely embarrassed, and she gritted her teeth and cursed Bo Ye for being a dog.

It bites people at the slightest provocation.

Humph.

After touching up her makeup, Jiang Ruan was about to come out of the bathroom when she heard a familiar voice from next door.

Making a phone call.

“I know, Dad. Huang Hongcheng is already in jail. Even if I say this child is his, the Huang family can't do anything about it. It's because his son is filming variety shows and is with me every day.”

“Rong Cheng is capable, but the Huang family is no less so. Besides, this child of mine was originally his…”

Later, Li Xin deliberately lowered her voice.

Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow, glanced inside, and without listening any further, turned and left.

Once outside, I couldn't help but chuckle; it turned out she really was planning to have her cake and eat it too.

Li Xin, Li Xin, you're really greedy.

Back at the main venue, everyone was free to move around, chatting in pairs or dancing.

Jiang Ruan stood quietly in the corner, slowly sipping her red wine.

She already has a beautiful bone structure and is very slim. Wearing this dress makes her look even more ethereal and charming.

This attracted the attention of the men present, who couldn't help but come over and chat with her.

"You must be Miss Jiang Ruan. I've seen your TV dramas; you're even more beautiful in person than on screen."

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

"I wonder if I will have the chance to dance with Miss Jiang. That would be the luckiest thing for me today."

The man, who looked mature and composed and was wearing a gray suit, spoke eloquently.

But his appearance wasn't what Jiang Ruan liked.

Moreover, Jiang Ruan rarely dances with others.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Ruan said with a polite smile, "I'm not really in the mood to dance right now."

I thought that Mr. Lu would give up after that.

Unexpectedly, he persisted, asking, "Miss Jiang, do you look down on me?"

"It's my fault too. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am the only Chinese CEO of the Lu Group in North China. My name is Lu Quan."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

The Lu family of North China? She'd never even heard of them.

And what makes him think that she doesn't like him just because she doesn't dance with him?

"Does Mr. Lu think I, Jiang Ruan, am the kind of woman who is greedy for money?" Jiang Ruan swirled her wine glass, her smile forced.

Lu Quan: "How could that be? With Miss Jiang's current status and wealth in the entertainment industry, money is probably just a number to you. Besides, Miss Jiang is so beautiful. If Miss Jiang just beckons, which man wouldn't be tempted?"

If Lu Quan's words had already displeased Jiang Ruan...

His words immediately ignited Jiang Ruan's anger.

His tone also became much harsher.

“Mr. Lu is right. I certainly don’t lack money, so Mr. Lu doesn’t need to talk to me about being a CEO.”

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Jiang Ruan was about to leave.

Lu Quan stepped forward and blocked her way: "Miss Jiang, please don't be angry. Did I say something wrong? I was joking..."

Jiang Ruan interrupted him: "I'm not joking with you."

"Please move aside, thank you."

At this moment, Jiang Ruan's eyes were filled with coldness.

Before Lu Quan could say anything more, a man's magnetic yet cold voice rang in his ears: "She told you to get out of the way. Can't you understand human language?"

Lu Quan got angry when he was suddenly scolded.

Not knowing who the newcomer was, she turned her head, about to retort, when she saw Bo Ye's cold face, and the words on her lips immediately stopped.

Lu Quan smiled ingratiatingly: "So it's President Bo."

"Mr. Bo, please don't misunderstand. I was just joking with Miss Jiang. I accidentally made her angry..."

Bo Ye, however, was too lazy to listen and instead looked at Jiang Ruan: "Come here."

Jiang Ruan came over immediately.

The two exchanged a glance, then turned and left.

It was as if the land in front of him was just air.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Lu Quan gritted his teeth in anger. So, Jiang Ruan didn't want to dance with him because she had already hooked up with Bo Ye, right?
Ha ha.

Women in the entertainment industry are just despicable.

Not a single one of them is any good.

Lu Quan is the most vengeful person. He was just given the cold shoulder by Jiang Ruan and was even scolded by Bo Ye for not understanding human language.

He'll get his revenge sooner or later.

Jiang Ruan did not see Li Xin until the end of the banquet, and did not know if she had left early.

But she didn't care at all.

Jiang Ruan didn't drink much that night. She just chatted, laughed, and clinked glasses with the people in the industry.

After all, who comes to this kind of event specifically to drink?
But after standing in seven-centimeter high heels all night, her calves were still sore and cramped, so she rubbed them on the bed when she got back to the villa.

Bo Ye saw this scene when he came out of the bathroom.

A dim yellow nightlight illuminated the bedroom, casting a soft glow over the girl on the bed. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her spaghetti-strap nightgown perfectly accentuated her figure.

At this moment, the hem of her skirt was lifted, and her slender fingers were pressing against her jade-like legs.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he walked over and asked, "Legs sore?"

Caught off guard by his voice, Jiang Ruan fell into thought, abruptly looked up, met the man's dark eyes, and said with a pursed lip, "Hmm."

"Standing in seven-centimeter heels all night, how could it not be sore?"

Bo Ye raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "You chose these shoes yourself. Knowing it would take so long, you still wore such high heels. You were just asking for trouble."

Jiang Ruan didn't bother to argue and could only reply, "Yeah, I deserve it."

Just from those words, you could tell she was angry.

stingy little bun.

A hint of mockery flashed in the man's eyes.

There was a slight movement on the bed; Bo Ye had gotten into bed.

He sat down next to her, casually pulled her calf up to his knee, and sighed, "Let me massage you."

Jiang Ruan was extremely ticklish, and when he grabbed her calf, she couldn't help but break down and giggled, "It tickles."

"Let go of me, I can squeeze it myself."

"You've brought this on yourself."

Bo Ye ignored her and placed her jade-like legs directly on his long, straight knees, then gently pinched them with his fingertips.

What did I say wrong?

"Next time you attend a banquet, wear lower heels. You're not short to begin with, you don't need shoes to make you taller."