Out of control and sinking

Chapter 3 Because of Bo Ye, he doesn't believe in Buddhism

When Jiang Ruan woke up, the person beside her was gone, and she was all alone in the huge bed.

The room was spotless, clearly cleaned by a maid.

Jiang Ruan was already used to it.

Bo Ye is the president of the Bo Group. He is very busy every day. It is common for him to travel for business. When he is in Beijing, he leaves early and returns late, and often does not come back.

The two of them were busy with their own things.

When he has time, Bo Ye will send her a text message.

I opened my phone and saw a message from my agent, Sister Qin.

Sister Qin: "Baby, are you awake?"

Sister Qin: How are you today? You drank so much last night. Why don't you skip this afternoon and just rest at home?

Jiang Ruan felt a warmth in her heart. From the time she entered the entertainment industry until now, it was Sister Qin who had been guiding her.

Sister Qin is a very nice person with a cheerful personality. She is also very dedicated to her. For a celebrity, having a caring and capable agent is the best thing ever.

Jiang Ruan typed back: "It's okay, Sister Qin, work as usual this afternoon."

After sending the message, Jiang Ruan got up.

Jiang Ruan blushed as she looked at herself in the mirror, her whole body aching and her shoulders covered in marks.

Thankfully, she's going to be in a period drama the day after tomorrow, where only her neck is showing, otherwise she would definitely be dead.

Even a BB cream can't cover these red spots.

This would surely be thoroughly exposed by gossip reporters.

In the morning, Jiang Ruan was at the gym; maintaining her figure is the first and foremost essential lesson for any celebrity.

After finishing her Pilates workout, the beautician she had booked arrived, and Jiang Ruan got a facial at home.

At noon, she ate a simple lunch prepared by the maid, all light meals. She was going to start filming the day after tomorrow, so she couldn't eat anything greasy lately.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Ruan went to the company.

On the other side, the Bo Group.

Bo Ye's 500-square-meter CEO office on the 99th floor was occupied by him. At this moment, the man sat upright at his desk, exuding the aura of a powerful professional boss in his black suit and tie.

His well-defined hand held a pen and signed the document.

The two characters "Bo Ye" are written in a hasty yet elegant style.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open.

Chen Nan walked in, approached the man in the suit, and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Bo, we have found out about Miss Jiang's matter."

The man stared at the documents without looking up. His right hand, adorned with Buddhist prayer beads, was long and straight, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, revealing a wild nature.

His taut jawline exuded an air of aloofness and unapproachability.

Chen Nan continued, "Last night was a drinking party for Miss Jiang's new film crew. Originally, the female lead was the assistant director's daughter, but she was replaced by Miss Jiang. The assistant director was furious, so he picked a fight with Miss Jiang at the party and forced her to drink a lot of alcohol."

"This assistant director has some connections in the entertainment industry and brought his own funding to the project. Although Miss Jiang is currently very popular, she can only tolerate it in the face of such capital."

After he said that, the air was silent for a few seconds.

"Assistant director?"

Bo Ye's cool voice came through, his nonchalant tone revealing contempt and coldness.

The man put down his pen, raised his eyes, and his dark, unfathomable eyes were like a deep, cold pool, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

"Yes," Chen Nan said, "His name is Li Peng, he's forty-five this year, and Feihong Entertainment is owned by his older brother, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bo Ye coldly said, "Get him out of the entertainment industry."

Chen Nan was taken aback: "Huh?"

The man's expression was cold and aloof.

Chen Nan quickly realized: "Yes, President Bo."

He knew in his heart that President Bo was avenging Miss Jiang.

Miss Jiang is Mr. Bo's woman, though it's something that can't be made public, but she is Mr. Bo's only woman.

This shows her status in Bo Xilai's heart.

To force Miss Jiang to drink and cause her trouble is tantamount to pulling the tiger's hair out of its head.

No matter how much capital they have, it's all trash in front of the Bo Group.

Chen Nan pondered to himself.

Look at how much President Bo cares about Miss Jiang now.

Who knows, maybe Miss Jiang will be promoted to a permanent position someday.

Composing himself, Chen Nan asked, "What about Fei Hong Entertainment?"

After all, he's my own brother.

As long as Feihong Entertainment exists, Li Peng will have a chance to make a comeback.

To cut the grass, you must remove the roots.

"It's been acquired."

Bo Ye's cold voice rang out, and his casual remark determined the life or death of a company.

Chen Nan took a breath and bowed his head: "Yes."

The office returned to silence.

Just as Chen Nan was about to leave, he remembered something else. He looked at Bo Ye with a heavy and tense expression: "President Bo, Dr. Tro knows that you have been suffering from severe insomnia recently. He said that it is a relapse of your old illness and hopes that you can take some time to receive treatment. The medication is no longer effective for you." For a full half month, Bo Ye had been working more than ten hours a day.

Despite the high-pressure work environment, I get no more than two hours of sleep.

This is already a severe sleep disorder.

Bo Ye has been having frequent headaches lately, which is caused by nerve damage due to lack of sleep.

Bo Ye has a sleep disorder, but it had improved a lot in the past few years, but it relapsed this month.

Dr. Tro said that if things continue like this...

Bo Ye will have his lifespan shortened.

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye remained expressionless, seemingly deep in thought, before speaking coldly.

His tone was flat and emotionless.

"I slept for seven hours last night."

Upon hearing this, Chen Nan's eyes widened: "What!"

Seven hours!
For the past two weeks, Bo Ye has slept less than seven hours in two days.

I actually slept for seven hours last night.

Could it be because of... Miss Jiang?

Chen Nan didn't dare to ask, but upon hearing this, he couldn't contain his excitement: "I'll text Dr. Tro right now."

Bo Xilai's sleep has returned to normal.

That's good.

Watching Chen Nan leave the office, the huge office instantly fell silent. Bo Ye was in a bad mood and habitually took off the Buddhist prayer beads on his right wrist.

Holding the cold Buddhist prayer beads in my hand, I turned the beads with my fingertips to calm my restless heart.

Bo Ye got up, went to the window, looked out at the vast, overcast sky, and put a Xuanhemen cigarette in his mouth.

The lighter was lit, and smoke swirled around the man's sharp, cold face, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

When he woke up in the morning and saw the time, he was stunned for a moment.

A full seven hours.

He had never slept for so long in the past two weeks.

The woman slept soundly in his arms, her face pure and clean without any makeup.

Bo Ye's dark eyes flickered; as long as she was around, he seemed to be able to sleep for a long time.

I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably at ease.

My thoughts drifted in a state of confusion.

Composing himself, Bo Ye stubbed out the cigarette with his fingertips, the intense heat instantly cooling on his calloused fingertips.

He tossed it into the trash can, his long legs taking a light step, his gaze falling on the Buddhist prayer beads in his right hand.

Indian Imperial Sandalwood Prayer Beads.

He bought it after spotting it at an auction three years ago.

I've been with him for three years.

Sometimes Bo Ye had the illusion that it really could calm people down, after all, he would hold it when he was agitated.

Sometimes I feel that it's no different from any other toy.

Because he was Bo Ye and did not believe in Buddhism.
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Jiang Ruan hadn't had a moment's rest since she arrived at the company in the afternoon.

Two announcements and three promotional videos.

She has high standards for her work and strives to make every video look its best. She also actively cooperates with the client.

So, by the time the last commercial was filmed, it was already 9 p.m.

Jiang Ruan was exhausted, both physically and mentally, so tired that she didn't even want to move a hair.

After finishing work, Sister Qin asked, "Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head: "No need, Sister Qin, I'm driving."

"Then please be safe on the road."

Sister Qin patted her shoulder and said with concern, "Go back and get some rest. You've worked hard today."

As an agent, she is proud of her ambitious and responsible artists.

Jiang Ruan felt a warmth in her heart, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Sister Qin is gone.

Jiang Ruan looked away and was about to get up when her text message notification sounded.

"Ding dong."

Her eyelids twitched.

Because out of all her contacts, she only set a text message sound for Bo Ye.

After all, he's a big spender, so she has to treat him the same way.

Two short words.

Bo Ye: Where are you?

(End of this chapter)