Out of control and sinking

Chapter 4 It also depends on what kind of alcoholic it is.

The black Rolls-Royce parked on the roadside is mysterious and powerful.

The last eight digits of the license plate are Bo Ye's exclusive.

The car belonging to the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles is so prestigious that everyone in the city has to give it a wide berth.

Three cars followed behind.

Jiang Ruan jogged out and saw the convoy. She walked towards the black car, not expecting Bo Ye to arrive so quickly.

When she reached the car, Jiang Ruan was out of breath, her face flushed. She had walked from the parking lot.

Through the car window, the man's sharp and resolute face came into view, his hand holding the Buddhist prayer beads casually resting on the steering wheel, looking lazy and relaxed.

Thinking about her outrageous behavior last night, Jiang Ruan felt inexplicably nervous.

She gripped the bag tightly with her fingertips.

Bo Ye's deep, cool voice came through.

"What, do you want me to carry you up?"

It was clearly a joke.

The way he said it made it sound like a command, a threat, and a lack of human touch.

Cold and devoid of any emotion.

They were practically saying directly, "Are you coming up or not?"

Meeting the man's dark eyes, Bo Ye saw her flushed cheeks and luscious red lips, and inexplicably thought of her alluring appearance last night, causing his Adam's apple to bob.

He looked away.

Bo Ye wasn't driven by lust, but for some reason, he was drawn to her...

Jiang Ruan's heart tightened, but she forced a smile and said, "No need."

Then she opened the car door and gracefully sat in the passenger seat.

The spacious and luxurious leather seats were very comfortable, and the air was filled with the cool scent of cologne. No wonder it was Bo Ye's car. Although Jiang Ruan had ridden in it many times, she couldn't help but admire it every time.

This car is really nice.

Bo Ye's car is not cheap, and this one is unique; you can't find another one like it in the entire capital.

It cannot be replicated.

The dim streetlights shone through the car window at night, casting shadows on the girl's fair and innocent face. The interplay of light made her beauty even more captivating.

Bo Ye drove while Jiang Ruan admired the scenery.

The two of them ignored each other the whole way.

It's as if we're not familiar with each other.

Back at the castle, Jiang Ruan has a habit of eating low-sugar fruits in the evening to replenish vitamin C and improve her skin.

After finishing the fruit platter prepared by the maid, Jiang Ruan returned to her bedroom to relieve the fatigue of the day. She rubbed her neck and was about to take a shower.

There were footsteps behind me.

Jiang Ruan turned her head and saw Bo Ye wearing a loose black silk nightgown, his chest exposed to the air. His pale skin was wild and alluring, exuding an invisible desire.

His face, in particular, is so captivating, it's almost sinful; he's as perfect as God's favorite.

The visual effects are too intense.

Jiang Ruan couldn't help but swallow hard, looking at him, her words stammering and broken: "Do you want to take a shower?"

"Then you go first, I'll wash later."

Nonsense, it's all in front of our sugar daddy.

Of course, the big spender comes first.

After saying that, Jiang Ruan was about to walk over.

As they passed by Bo Ye, the man, who had been expressionless, suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist in a domineering and forceful manner.

Bo Ye is 1.87 meters tall, and Jiang Ruan is 1.65 meters tall.

The height difference left her completely defenseless against him.

"Bo Ye... what are you doing!" Jiang Ruan was startled, her dark eyes widening: "Weren't you going to take a shower? Let me go."

She struggled, but her strength was like a tickle to the man.

Seeing her hunched over, Bo Ye thought that if there were a hole right now, she would definitely crawl into it.

Little coward.

A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes. The man's aloof and cold face stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He moved his thin lips closer, leaning down: "You seem very nervous?"

Jiang Ruan forced a smile and said, "You're overthinking it."

Why should I be nervous?

Her round eyes, like bells, stared at him, making her incredibly cute.

If you ignore her nervous, evasive gaze...

"Is it?"

"Now that you're awake, shouldn't we settle the score?"

Bo Ye said.

"Last night..." Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ruan interrupted her as if she had been provoked: "I drank too much last night,"

"The renowned and prestigious Bo Group of Kyoto wouldn't stoop to the level of a drunkard, would he?"

Jiang Ruan blinked her dark eyes, her attempts to flatter and ingratiate herself were charming and endearing.

But Bo Ye wasn't buying it.

He freed his right hand, which was adorned with Buddhist prayer beads, and grasped her slender chin, his fingertips rubbing her red lips with no gentleness whatsoever.

Her red lips looked luscious and tempting.

His dark eyes were deep: "That depends on what kind of drunkard."

"Is he a drunkard who falls asleep as soon as he gets drunk, or a drunkard who cries, screams, and curses...?"

He emphasized the last two words.

It was as if reminding her not to let it go so easily.

"You dare to insult me, Jiang Ruan? You've got some nerve!"

"Are you just outwardly complying with me, but what are you really thinking?"

The man's devilish questioning came through.

Jiang Ruan hugged his waist and shook her head violently: "No, I'm not, let me explain."

After waking up today, Jiang Ruan recalled all the scattered memories from last night.

She wished she could dig a hole and bury herself, sob sob sob.

She never expected that she would be so bold when she was drunk.

How dare they call Bo Ye a bastard!

She even made him call her "Grandma" or "Ancestor," otherwise she wouldn't get up.

Bo Ye hugged her, but she hit him.

Of course, Bo Ye didn't call out in the end.

She didn't slap her in the face.

Otherwise, I would definitely be dead.

They dared to slap Bo Ye in the face.

Looking across the entire city of Kyoto, there wasn't a single person who could be found.

Bo Ye's throat tightened as the girl's soft arms wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

"Ha." The man sneered, "Isn't that so?"

Jiang Ruan was on the verge of tears: "I really did drink too much."

"Drunkards are all brainless. I have no recollection of what I said or did when I was drunk. If I said anything nonsense, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me."

At such close range, Bo Ye watched her thick, dark eyelashes tremble incessantly, like butterflies.

It has a rather artistic feel to it.

"But how come I remember?" Bo Ye released her red lips and said slowly, "Drunkenness makes one speak the truth?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

This guy clearly isn't going to let her off easily.

She gritted her teeth, deciding to throw caution to the wind: "So what do you want?"

"I have no money, and President Bo shouldn't be short of money. If you want my life, here's the only one you can take."

Jiang Ruan craned her neck and looked at the man's sharp and cold face, never expecting him to be so petty.

She apologized, but he still wasn't satisfied.

Did she want to drink? Or was it for work, for her career?

Because I didn't want to be his useless canary.

I want to have the dignity of being a human being.

Otherwise, why would she act like a grandson, knowing full well that the assistant director was deliberately making things difficult for her? Yet she still had to put on a smiling face and drink so much.

Jiang Ruan felt increasingly upset and aggrieved as she thought about it. She could have endured it before, but now, for some reason, her grievances seemed to double in front of him.

My eyes welled up with tears uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Swish, swish.

The kind that makes you burst into tears instantly.

"Woooooooo..."

Jiang Ruan felt ashamed and cried while wiping away her tears.

There were so many tears that her little hands were wet from wiping, but she couldn't stop sobbing.

Seeing her crying, her little face covered in tears, as if she had suffered some great injustice, Bo Ye frowned, instantly feeling extremely troubled.

He said coldly, "Why are you crying?"

(End of this chapter)