Out of control and sinking

Chen Nan: "..."

I never expected this.

Chen Nan couldn't help but grit his teeth: "President Bo, didn't you say that young people should focus on their careers and not get caught up in romance?"

When questioned, Bo Ye scrutinized Chen Nan from head to toe, his gaze even somewhat strange, before slowly speaking.

I remember you're around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, right?

"You're almost thirty, and you're still young?"

His words pierced Chen Nan's heart.

Bo Ye patted Chen Nan on the shoulder, offering a familiar word of comfort: "Work is work, and life is life. You can't give up love just because you're focused on your career. You need to learn to treat them differently."

Chen Nan: "..."

She took a deep breath: "Mr. Bo, you've changed."

Bo Ye looked up: "Hmm?"

"What has changed?"

Chen Nan opened his mouth, but decided to remain silent.

He said sullenly, "It'll be hard to get a taxi any later, I'm going home now."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Watching his retreating figure, Bo Ye composed himself with amusement, his dark eyes deepening. Life has two major events: settling down and starting a family.

Bo Ye has noticed that Chen Nan has been working with him for years, spending almost all his time on work and not being idle at home either.

I also hope he finds his own happiness soon.

After getting together with Jiang Ruan, Bo Ye realized how happy he was when he spent time alone with her, aside from his tedious work.

On a spiritual level and a physiological level.

That's paradise.

He twitched his lips, gripped the keys, turned, and entered the elevator.

When Bo Ye arrived near the hotel entrance, Jiang Ruan had just finished her business, and the area outside was packed with people.

Zhang Di arranged a private passage for her, having the car wait for her at the hotel's back door, where she was escorted by bodyguards.

Knowing that Bo Ye was coming to pick her up, Jiang Ruan told her assistant, and then the assistant got into a car and left after they arrived at the back door.

Jiang Ruan then headed in another direction.

Under the streetlights at the bend, a pure black Maybach was parked, its familiar license plate number coming into view.

Jiang Ruan walked over in her high heels, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat. She looked at Bo Ye, who was smoking a cigar with the window open, the streetlights illuminating his cold profile.

The car was filled with the strong smell of nicotine.

Rich and wild.

Leaning back, Jiang Ruan panted and complained, "It's finally over, I'm exhausted."

As she spoke, she casually kicked off her high heels, stepped onto the chair, and felt much more comfortable as her feet, which had been bound for hours, were finally freed.

Bo Ye exhaled smoke, his fingertips glowing with a bright red ink. His gaze fell on her snow-white feet, where red marks were clearly visible on the edge of her high heels.

His dark eyes narrowed, and his voice was hoarse from smoking: "Zhang's is at most a second-rate company."

"Just go through the motions."

“That won’t do.” Jiang Ruan looked over, the car lights falling on her purple cheongsam, making her radiant and exuding an elegant and charming aura. She pouted, “The first company I endorsed after my debut was Zhang’s. There were many established stars competing with me at the time. I was just a naive newcomer who hadn’t seen much of the world back then, and I never expected Zhang’s to choose me.”

"It was that endorsement that brought me to the attention of many companies, so the Zhang family is my benefactor."

“The Zhang family has been investing in me for so many years, so of course I have to be there for them now that they’re hosting a banquet.”

Bo Ye listened, pinched the cigar between his fingertips and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then took out a wet wipe to clean his hands.

All ten fingers, each fingertip was wiped clean.

"Yes, it's good to be grateful."

Jiang Ruan could tell from his actions that he had a severe case of mysophobia; the first thing he did after smoking was to wipe his hands.

Just like every night when the two of them... the first thing they do is carry her to take a shower.

Unconsciously, certain thoughts began to wander through his mind. Suddenly, he heard Bo Ye say, "Stretch your foot over here."

Jiang Ruan looked up: "Huh?"

Bo Ye looked at her with his dark eyes, casually tossed the tissue into the car's trash can, and teased her with his deep voice, "Isn't your foot hurting?"

"Let me rub it for you."

Jiang Ruan blinked, quite suddenly: "But I didn't wash my feet."

"And I've been standing in high heels all day, my feet must smell really bad now."

"You have OCD, can you handle it?"

Hearing this, Bo Ye's lips twitched, and he looked at her with a playful expression: "Tsk."

"I've kissed you even if you haven't brushed your teeth for a day, so why would I be afraid of you not washing your feet for a day?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

"Don't miss this opportunity." Bo Ye leaned back leisurely and said with a smile, "If you want me to massage your feet, then stretch them out, otherwise drive home."

Jiang Ruan originally had no intention of letting him massage her feet, but after he said that...

Jiang Ruan licked her red lips and tentatively asked, "Could you massage me after I get home and take a shower?"

The man answered without hesitation with two words: "No."

"Oh." Jiang Ruan was disappointed for a moment, then gave a soft hum: "Then let's drive home."

If you can't, you can't.

Anyway, she doesn't anymore; she's a germaphobe too.

The car started, and after that incident, the two ignored each other on the road.

We had a little disagreement for no reason.

As Jiang Ruan crossed the traffic light, she noticed this wasn't the way home. She turned to the man and asked, "Aren't you going home?"

Bo Ye gripped the steering wheel, glanced at her briefly, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you out to eat."

"Eat your food before you go back."

Jiang Ruan: "Oh."

Then he stopped talking.

The car was swaying gently, and she couldn't help but feel sleepy. The seat was so comfortable, so soft and fluffy, like lying on a sofa.

Jiang Ruan fell asleep quickly.

Bo Ye was driving, and the silence around him was unusual. Taking advantage of a gap in the road where there were no cars ahead, he turned his head to look at her.

I saw her curled up in the seat, her little face resting against the soft pillow, fast asleep.

His gaze fell on her peaceful yet somewhat tired sleeping face, and a pang of heartache flashed in Bo Ye's eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he slowed down, gently parked the car at the roadside fork, and leaned over to adjust her seat to be flat.

He then took a thin blanket and gently draped it over her, and turned up the car's air conditioning temperature.

Then the car was started, but the speed remained very slow.

What usually takes half an hour took Bo Ye a full hour to drive.

The car was parked on the right side of the road, as steady as a mountain, without making a sound to wake her.

Upon arriving at the location, Bo Ye extinguished the fire.

His dark eyes gazed at her small face; she was clearly fast asleep.

She was tired after a long day.

Bo Ye subconsciously reached out and touched the cigar in the box next to him, his fingertips brushing against the cold outer shell.

Suddenly I remembered how strong the smell of cigars is.

It will fumes her.

After thinking about it, I still reached my hand back.

It was eerily quiet; there wasn't a sound.

Bo Ye was bored, so he simply stared at Jiang Ruan's sleeping face. She was always very well-behaved and quiet when she slept.

Only when you get very close can you hear her faint breathing.

Jiang Ruan slept very soundly.

After replying to a few work-related messages, Bo Ye glanced at the time; it was already 10:30.

Looking at the passenger seat, she was still asleep.

At this rate, I'll probably have to sleep until tomorrow.

Jiang Ruan was dreaming when her nose suddenly felt itchy. She frowned and reached out to scratch it.

As soon as I put my hand down, my cheeks started to itch. Then my lips.

Jiang Ruan was woken up by the commotion. She opened her eyes, her pupils contracted sharply, and the man's handsome face loomed close to her.

Jiang Ruan was both amused and exasperated. Her voice was a little hoarse: "What are you doing?"

Bo Ye knelt on one knee next to her chair, leaned down to look at her, and pinched her little face with his fingertips: "If you keep sleeping, it will be tomorrow."

"Have something to eat and then go back to sleep, okay?"

Knowing she was tired, Bo Ye comforted her.

Jiang Ruan yawned lazily and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck: "Did I sleep for a long time?"

"It's alright." This distance made it easy for Bo Ye to kiss her. His gaze fell on her soft, red lips, and he easily lowered his head to kiss them.

The two lingered for a while before getting out of the car and heading to the restaurant.

This restaurant is a newly opened one under the Bo family. Upon receiving the news that the boss was coming to dine, everyone from the restaurant manager to the staff was very nervous and on high alert.

They even closed their doors to customers.

Almost two hours had passed.

There was still no movement.

The deputy manager couldn't help but ask, "Manager, do you think President Bo isn't coming?"

"It'll be midnight in an hour?"

The manager replied, "President Bo always keeps his word. Just wait and see. If it's really good, he'll call us."

"Yes."

Just then, the sound of high heels came from the doorway. The two exchanged a glance and quickly went to greet them.

Because there's already a "Closed" sticker on the door.

The only one who could have come in at this point was Bo Ye.

Sure enough, Bo Ye, dressed in a suit and tie, walked in arm in arm with a woman.

The manager quickly went over to greet him: "Mr. Bo."

A group of people behind him said, "Good evening, Mr. Bo!"

This was Bo Ye's first visit since the restaurant opened.

They certainly valued it.

Bo Ye glanced at the employees and replied, "Yes."

The waitress's gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Ruan. She recognized her at a glance as the popular actress Jiang Ruan and couldn't help but respond.

Thinking about the rumors circulating online.

Then Bo Ye spoke up, pointing to Jiang Ruan beside him, "This is Mrs. Bo."

After a pause, the restaurant manager's expression became even more respectful: "Hello, Mrs. Bo."

A group of people followed behind her, saying, "Hello, Mrs. Bo."

After the meeting, Bo Ye asked the manager to take him to a private room.

"We don't need so many people. Keep two, and let the rest go back and rest."

Bo Ye spoke slowly, pouring flower tea in his hand and placing it in front of Jiang Ruan.

He said gently, "Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Jiang Ruan smiled and said, "Okay."

Restaurant Manager: "Yes, Mr. Bo."

Then he turned around and went to make arrangements.

Of course he had to stay.

They also left behind a head chef to make it easier for Bo Ye and his group to order more dishes, and a quick-witted waiter to serve them at any time.

Looking at the restaurant's ambiance, Jiang Ruan felt as if she were standing in a Florentine town: "Is this a newly opened restaurant by the Bo family? The decor is very unique."

Bo Ye said, "The Bo family has four or five catering subsidiaries. We haven't paid much attention to the catering business before, but we plan to revitalize it this year."

"We plan to open ten themed restaurants in Beijing, each with a different style. This is the first one, with a Florentine theme, but serving Hunan cuisine, a specialty of China."

Jiang Ruan's eyes lit up: "Hunan cuisine?"

"The contrast is indeed quite interesting."

Bo Ye smiled and said, "I knew you liked it, so I brought you here to try it."

"As the boss's wife, I'll give them my feedback after we finish eating, so they can learn from their mistakes and do better."

Upon hearing the words "boss lady," Jiang Ruan couldn't help but blush slightly, her heart pounding.

She said, "Okay."

The dishes were served quickly.

Ten dishes in total: stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, fish head with chopped chili peppers, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, stir-fried chicken gizzards with white chili peppers...

The tableware for all the dishes was also in the Florentine style, very elegant and exuding a sense of luxury.

The aroma of the dishes wafted over as soon as they were served.

Jiang Ruan hadn't eaten much that evening, and now she was really hungry. Smelling the delicious food, she swallowed hard.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of beef to eat.

The spicy and tender beef was a little hot when it hit my mouth, but it was cooked just right, not chewy and springy.

Jiang Ruan swallowed it and praised it generously, "Delicious."

"You poached this chef at a high price, didn't you?"

Bo Ye smiled and said, "He's really smart. His ancestral home is in Hunan, and his family has been chefs for three generations. Their specialty is Hunan cuisine."

Jiang Ruan can handle spicy food very well, but Bo Ye is not particularly good at it.

However, I also asked the chef to prepare three non-spicy dishes.

Bo Ye ate and asked her, "Is it alright?"

Jiang Ruan was already sweating from eating, but she became more and more addicted: "It's not just okay, it's incredibly delicious."

Jiang Ruan said excitedly, "I've eaten a lot of Hunan cuisine, but this place is definitely in the top three."

Bo Ye laughed: "Such high praise?"

As he spoke, he placed a piece of beef on her plate with his chopsticks: "Looks like I made the right choice hiring a chef."

Jiang Ruan: "Indeed."

The food was delicious, especially each dish, which tasted especially good when eaten with rice.

Despite her efforts to restrain herself, Jiang Ruan couldn't resist eating most of a bowl of rice.

Touching her slightly round belly, she felt very satisfied, but also anxious: "Oh no, I'm definitely going to gain two pounds after this meal."

"No." Bo Ye put down his chopsticks: "I'll go for a run with you later to help you digest, you won't gain weight."

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Bo Ye looked over and said, "Come in."

The manager came in with a waiter, carrying a tray with a pot of chrysanthemum tea.

"Mr. Bo, Mrs. Bo, this is a newly developed chrysanthemum tea in our restaurant. It's good for reducing internal heat and can relieve dry mouth and throat after eating Hunan cuisine. Please try it."

Bo Ye said, "Put it down."

After putting the food down, the manager asked Bo Ye earnestly, "Mr. Bo, what do you think of the taste of our dishes?"

When asked, Bo Ye answered honestly: "I have no knowledge of Hunan cuisine, but it is Mrs. Bo's favorite."

Bo Ye looked at Jiang Ruan, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement: "How is it, Mrs. Bo? Do you like these dishes?"

He's really gone astray now.

He especially liked to call her Mrs. Bo in front of others.

Jiang Ruan's ears were a little hot, but she wasn't shy. She smiled and replied, "These dishes are delicious. You can tell they are authentic Hunan cuisine."

Upon hearing this, the manager's eyes lit up instantly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bo. We will definitely work even harder."

"Then I won't delay your meal any longer."

He bowed and then left with the waiter.

Bo Ye poured Jiang Ruan a cup of chrysanthemum tea to cool her down; it was warm, just the right temperature to drink now.

"Taste it."

-

An update is here! Please vote for me, love you all! (End of Chapter)