Out of control and sinking

Chapter 446

Jiang Ruan has a small appetite, and she was full after eating the fruit.

The waiter brought over the drinks, very politely asking, "Mr. Bo and Ms. Jiang, what would you like to drink?"

Bo Ye glanced at the drinks on the tray, his gaze settling on the red wine, and asked in a magnetic voice, "What kind of wine is this?"

Waiter: "83 Lafite."

Jiang Ruan couldn't help but sigh. The organizers were really generous, even bringing out a bottle of 83 Lafite to accompany the customers.

"I want this," Bo Ye said.

"Yes." The waiter placed the Lafite in front of Bo Ye: "And you, Miss Jiang?"

The waiter explained, "These fruit wines are made in-house by our boss's winery. They taste great and have very low alcohol content, making them perfect for ladies. They come in lychee, grape, and strawberry flavors..."

Jiang Ruan smiled and said, "Then I'll have the strawberry flavor, thank you."

After placing the fruit wine down, the waiter nodded politely: "Please enjoy your meal. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

Then he turned and left.

After walking a distance, Jiang Ruan leaned close to Bo Ye's ear and whispered, "Who is the owner of this auction house? He can bring out an '83 Lafite to entertain customers. This wine must cost at least seven figures. He's really extravagant."

A smile flickered across Bo Ye's dark eyes as he said, "I don't know, I heard they are overseas Chinese."

"They've been running auctions for generations, so they've probably seen all the rare and precious things in the world. To them, an '83 Lafite is no different from any other red wine."

Jiang Ruan nodded: "I see."

"The waiter was well-trained. The quality of the waiter best reflects the quality of the host. Didn't you hear that waiter just now? He addressed me and you by our proper titles right away. He was probably carefully trained."

Bo Ye hummed in agreement, and before he could say anything more, the host's voice rang out: "Next up for auction is a piece of Shu brocade cloud yarn, a century-old tradition from Suzhou. I don't need to explain how rare this cloud yarn is, do I?"

"Starting bid: two million!"

Jiang Ruan looked over and her gaze fell on the pure white fabric embroidered with floral patterns; it was indeed very beautiful and ethereal.

But this price is too expensive.

She remembered that Bo Ye said he would buy her a shawl.

Jiang Ruan subconsciously said, "This shawl is too..."

Before he could finish speaking, as several bidders increased their offers, each offering fifty thousand, a deep and powerful voice suddenly rang out beside him.

Five million!

As soon as he finished speaking, many people around looked in their direction.

You should know that the starting price was two million. Several wealthy ladies were interested, but they also felt that it was too expensive, and they would only raise it to three and a half million at most.

I don't want to pay any more money.

Bo Ye, on the other hand, directly added another five million.

Upon hearing this, the wealthy woman, who was quite interested in the shawl, shook her head helplessly; she already felt that three million was too expensive.

Not to mention five million.

Jiang Ruan's eyes widened, and she tugged at Bo Ye's shirt sleeve with her fingertips: "I don't want Bo Ye. Five million for a shawl? You have too much money to burn?"

Bo Ye grasped her hand in return, his dark eyes gazing into her bright black pupils, and patiently explained, "Shu brocade and cloud gauze are very rare, especially this quality. It's perfect as a shawl for you."

As he spoke, he leaned close to her ear and said, "From now on, if you wear a tank top out, put it on over your shoulders. Except for events, you're not allowed to show it to other men."

Their possessiveness is simply too strong.

Jiang Ruan was both amused and exasperated.

Bo Ye offered five million, such a high price, just to buy a shawl. How could anyone else possibly raise the price further?

Behind their backs, people were gossiping that Bo Ye was incredibly wealthy, spending five million on a shawl just to win a smile from a beauty.

The moment Jiang Ruan touched the shawl, she fell in love with it instantly.

"Wow, this shawl is so smooth and silky, it feels like ice silk."

Bo Ye took off the coat draped over her shoulders: "Want to try it on?"

Jiang Ruan draped the shawl over her shoulders, casually adjusted it, and looked up at Bo Ye, asking, "How is it? Does it look good?"

A blue slip dress paired with a white shawl.

She seems to be getting smaller and smaller.

Bo Ye stared at her fair and delicate face, his eyes darkening further. He replied, "Yes, beautiful."

"It gives off the feeling of a college student from the Republic of China era."

Her slip dress was also a fitted, straight style, somewhat like a cheongsam worn by students during the Republic of China era.

The addition of this shawl is like the finishing touch, making it even more beautiful.

"Really?" Jiang Ruan blinked and playfully stuck out her tongue at him: "Then how about I buy you a new Chinese style outfit another day? I think you'll look really good in it."

This is true.

Bo Ye's face, his figure.

She's like a natural clothes hanger; she looks good in anything.

She was in high spirits, and Bo Ye, not wanting to spoil the mood, smiled and replied, "Okay."

Little did he know, his eyes and brows were full of tenderness as he looked at her.

Along the way, the two took pictures of some other small things.

But these are all small decorations and trinkets, costing just over a few hundred thousand yuan, which is not expensive and falls within Jiang Ruan's spending range.

Jiang Ruan has always been a rational consumer.

Millions or tens of millions? Tsk, just feast your eyes on it.

The main problem is that she really doesn't have any talent for appreciation; for her, a famous painting is no different from an ordinary piece of paper.

Of course, her disinterest doesn't mean others aren't interested; Jiang Ruan respects those who enjoy collecting things.

However, one painting sold for twenty or thirty million.

Seeing so many people scrambling to bid on the painting, Jiang Ruan couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so great to be a celebrity. Once you sell one painting, you'll be set for life."

Bo Ye said quietly, "Yes, it is indeed quite good. No one knew when he was alive. He was starving and cold. He suddenly became famous after being dead for hundreds of years, and the money from the sales had nothing to do with him."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

My fantasy was shattered in an instant.

She was both amused and exasperated: "Why are you always speaking such blunt truths?"

“But it seems that’s indeed the case.” Jiang Ruan clicked her tongue and said, “So, it seems that celebrities have it pretty tough.”

Then, an icy jadeite bangle appeared on the auction stage; it was pure white and visibly translucent.

Bo Ye's gaze instantly fixed on it.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ruan's wrist, guessing that the bracelet was just the right size for her.

But his little actions did not escape Jiang Ruan's eyes.

The starting price is five million.

Before Bo Ye could take pictures, Jiang Ruan grabbed his hand and said, "Don't take pictures. I don't like wearing jade bracelets. Although they look clean, they jingle and rattle, which I don't like. The jade bracelets you gave me before are all covered in dust and I haven't worn them at all."

“This bracelet is your size,” Bo Ye said magnetically. Jiang Ruan retorted, “I still don’t want it.”

She asked in surprise, "You have such good eyesight, how could you tell that was my number just by looking?"

"I don't even know what size breast I wear."

Jiang Ruan raised her wrist, put two fingers of her right hand together, and grasped her wrist.

"Hmm." Bo Ye said, "Your wrists are thin, they're at most 49 or 50."

Bo Ye asked her, "You really don't like it?"

"This bracelet suits you perfectly and matches your temperament."

No woman dislikes hearing a man praise her, and Jiang Ruan's mood instantly improved, but she still said, "No."

By this time, the bidding price for the jade bracelet had reached eleven million. She didn't like it, so Bo Ye had no choice but to listen to her: "Alright."

Jiang Ruan sighed, "Every time I attend an auction like this, I feel like I see money as dirt."

Bo Ye smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Ruan pouted: "Because they ask for millions or tens of millions right off the bat, as if tens of millions are nothing. But the people who come here are all rich and powerful, so this amount of money is really nothing to them."

Bo Ye put his arm around her slender waist, smiled, and said nothing.

His dark eyes glanced inadvertently at the auction stage, estimating that there were still a few items up for auction that he wanted.

Then I ordered Jiang Ruan a cup of fruit tea.

Jiang Ruan said helplessly, "I've already had two drinks, and I'm not thirsty at all now."

Bo Ye said, "Then let's leave it for now."

He picked up the glass of red wine beside him; it was already his second glass of Lafite.

Seeing Jiang Ruan looking at it, he raised an eyebrow and handed it to her: "Want to try some?"

Jiang Ruan didn't hesitate: "Okay."

Jiang Ruan took the wine glass, tilted her head back and drank some. The red wine was very mellow, with a slight astringency at first.

But the aftertaste is slightly sweet, and upon closer tasting, there is a strong sweetness within.

Jiang Ruan licked her lips and couldn't resist taking another sip.

Bo Ye watched, his eyes filled with doting affection. Jiang Ruan handed the wine glass back to him.

He muttered to himself, "It doesn't seem any different from other red wines, so why is it so expensive?"

Hearing her complaints, Bo Ye showed no discrimination whatsoever. Instead, he smiled and said, "That's the difference between a beginner and a veteran."

"When you're just starting out, you're appreciating the taste of red wine."

"Experienced people appreciate the feeling."

Jiang Ruan: "Oh."

"When put together, it becomes taste."

Bo Ye: "No, although these two are often paired together, they should be separated when tasting wine."

He put his arm around her waist and said patiently, "Everyone says that tasting wine is like tasting life. Different wines have different flavors. When you have time, I'll take you to my winery in City B. There are many wines that I have collected there. Then I'll teach you how to distinguish between good and bad red wines."

He was willing to teach, and Jiang Ruan was willing to learn.

After all, only through diligence and a thirst for knowledge can one continuously improve.

Although Jiang Ruan is not really that interested in red wine.

“Okay,” Jiang Ruan said with a smile, teasing him, “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Teacher Bo.”

"Tsk." Bo Ye raised an eyebrow, a faint smile in his eyes: "So you've become my student so easily?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Jiang Ruan praised. "Teacher Bo is very knowledgeable. With your personal guidance, I'm sure I'll learn very quickly."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch," Bo Ye said. "I didn't teach you for nothing; I have to give you something in return."

“Compensation also comes in different types,” Bo Ye said. “The compensation I want is very simple, for example…”

That's where the conversation ended abruptly.

Jiang Ruan looked up, her eyes meeting the man's ambiguous gaze, the meaning of which was self-evident.

But Bo Ye was shameless and brazen. As if afraid she wouldn't understand, he leaned close to her ear and said, "Wouldn't it be more interesting to enjoy red wine while also appreciating you?"

His voice was hoarse and unrecognizable, with a faint smile, and his naturally deep voice was particularly pleasing to the ear.

Jiang Ruan's ears turned bright red and her cheeks burned. She swallowed hard and gave him a coquettish glare.

"You're becoming more and more indecent."

The surrounding auctions are ongoing.

All eyes were on the auction house.

Only Bo Ye was flirting with her here.

Bo Ye, however, spoke with absolute certainty and as if it made perfect sense: "Why be so serious in front of your woman? Being serious is just being fake."

"There's another possibility: the man is impotent."

Jiang Ruan had just taken a sip of her fruit tea when Bo Ye's unexpected remark almost made her burst out laughing.

Forcing herself to swallow, she said, "Teacher Bo, you really have a talent for being a teacher. You speak so eloquently, just like a teacher in school, spouting a bunch of grand principles."

“No,” Bo Ye retorted, then slowly added, “I’m different from them. I’ll only teach you.”

"Okay, okay." Jiang Ruan suppressed a laugh: "Whatever you say is right."

Jiang Ruan couldn't hold it in any longer after drinking too much water, so she told Bo Ye and went to the bathroom.

Watching her retreating figure, Bo Ye withdrew his gaze, glanced at his watch, and a smile curved his lips.

Everything was just right.

When Jiang Ruan returned, a pink diamond necklace was being auctioned on stage, and the audience below was buzzing with discussion, as if it had caused a huge sensation.

Jiang Ruan looked at it and sat down next to Bo Ye: "I don't think this pink diamond necklace is very pretty. The design is also quite old-fashioned, not the latest style. Why does it seem like a lot of people like it?"

Bo Ye reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

He uttered three words from his thin lips: "I don't know."

Jiang Ruan soon discovered something else.

Have you noticed a lot of people looking this way?

Noticing the unmistakable gaze, and that she was looking this way, then turned away to chat with the person next to her, and then turned back to look again.

Jiang Ruan asked curiously, "That's strange, what are they looking at?"

Is there anything wrong with my face or body?

Jiang Ruan asked Bo Ye.

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye glanced over there.

A commanding gaze that commands respect without anger.

The ladies were startled and dared not look in their direction so frequently anymore.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Bo Ye lowered his head and kissed her cheek. “Maybe they’re jealous of you, envious of how good-looking you are. Don’t worry about them.”

He straightened her head.

Jiang Ruan looked down at her clothes and saw nothing wrong with them.

I took out the mirror again and looked at myself. My makeup was still in good condition, and there was nothing wrong with it.

I can't figure it out, so I can only assume that's what he said.

There was nothing she could do; she didn't understand why they kept looking at her. Perhaps it was because she was pretty, just as Bo Ye had said.

After the auction ended, Bo Ye and Jiang Ruan drove home.

Jiang Ruan wasn't hungry at all; she was completely full from drinking water and couldn't eat anything else.

After arriving home, she went straight upstairs to take a shower.

She had just started showering when the door opened from the outside, leaving her covered in soap and no time to cover herself.

Bo Ye had already entered.

And he wasn't wearing anything.

Jiang Ruan stared at him, her eyes widening in disbelief, then her cheeks flushed red: "Bo Ye!"

Bo Ye licked his lips, his eight-pack abs exposed to the air were quite eye-catching, and walked towards her: "What are you shy about?"

"We're an old married couple, let's shower together."

"..."

Jiang Ruan had absolutely no right to refuse!
He's already inside!
How could she possibly push him out again!
So we ended up taking a bath together as a couple.