Out of control and sinking

Chapter 422 What President Jiang said is of course right
After hearing Xu Yun's words, Sister Liu breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest: "Oh, I thought it was something serious."

"So it's because you're too proud, Madam. That's easy to handle, let me tell you..."

Sister Liu offered suggestions and advice.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yun's eyes lit up instantly: "That's right, how come I didn't think of that?"

"Isn't this a good idea?" Sister Liu smiled slyly.

Xu Yun smiled and said, "That's right. Okay, then I'll do as you say and go deliver the letter to her."

"It just so happens that I haven't seen her for quite a while, and I really miss her."

Sister Liu: "Okay."

Su Wan came to visit that very day.

When Xu Yun and Xu Yun met, they had another warm reunion, acting as if they were a mother and daughter.

The two hit it off.

When he saw Su Wan off, Xu Yun was still smug.

They thought they had everything under their control.

Bo Ye is her biological son; she is the true mistress of the Bo family. Jiang Ruan can only dream of marrying into the family.

Little did she know, she was the one being schemed against.

Before Su Wan left, she gave Sister Liu a meaningful look, and Sister Liu, being a smart woman, naturally understood what she meant.

Before leaving the Bo family, Su Wan looked at this large villa, her eyes gleaming with ambition.

She put on sunglasses, got into the car, and left.

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Jiang Ruan has been in a particularly good mood for the past two days, and even her eyebrows are smiling when she speaks, which everyone in the company can see.

In the afternoon, Jiang Ruan was reading the script for the new play in her office.

His eyes were fixed on the script, and the corners of his lips were indeed turned up.

Her assistant brought her some water and teased, "President Jiang, you seem so happy. Something's not right. You're not really dating President Bo, are you?"

The people around them were also gossiping.

"Really? Mr. Jiang, if you're in a relationship, you have to give us some sweets!"

"Yes, yes, we want some too."

They were being egged on.

Jiang Ruan's ears turned red instantly. Looking at her subordinates, she coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly, "What are you saying?"

"I'm single, and I don't date," she said seriously.

"President Jiang, you're just saying one thing and meaning another." The assistant clicked his tongue. "Didn't you see how much it's been circulating online? We don't even need to see the photos to know that the woman in them is you. Besides, everyone can see how President Bo treats you."

"Anyway, I think a man like Mr. Bo is handsome, rich, and most importantly, he doesn't mess around or have many affairs. He's practically the perfect man."

"President Jiang, if you really go with him, you'll be a rich wife in the future. President Bo is worth hundreds of billions, so you..."

As the assistant spoke, her eyes shone brightly.

Money, oh money, so much money.

Money that can never be spent.

Jiang Ruan chuckled and tapped her forehead with her fingertip: "Alright, it's still broad daylight, stop daydreaming."

Assistant: "Oh dear, he's talking to you in a very serious tone."

Jiang Ruan, holding the script and leaning back on the sofa, said quite seriously, "Just remember this: in this world, relying on yourself is worse than relying on anyone else."

"Especially men, they are the least reliable."

"Isn't it said that a man's mouth is a liar's mouth?"

"Don't envy wealthy women. They have their own troubles too."

"Anyway, I think it's more comfortable to be a big boss than to daydream about being a rich housewife."

After he finished speaking, there was complete silence in front of him.

He noticed that his assistants were all staring at him without saying a word.

Jiang Ruan sensed something was wrong. She blinked and asked, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

The assistant swallowed hard: "President Jiang..."

Her gaze secretly fell upon the man at the door, dressed in a suit and tie, with two buttons undone at the collar, exuding an air of asceticism and aloofness.

He was leaning against the door, clearly having just arrived.

Jiang Ruan was about to turn her head.

Then a man's magnetic voice rang out, unlike his usual cold demeanor, it instead carried a hint of languor.

He stepped over, one hand in his pocket.

"Correct."

"What President Jiang said is certainly correct."