Out of control and sinking

She dreamt that after staying at her aunt's house, she was either beaten or scolded every day. Her aunt wouldn't give her food, and she was so hungry that she saw stars. She would stay in her room and cry in the middle of the night.

She had no new clothes, and her clothes were tattered and worn. Her jeans were faded from washing. The girls at school ostracized her and called her a beggar.

She was bullied at school.
Those dark, helpless, and desperate experiences flooded her mind, and Jiang Ruan couldn't sleep peacefully.

Even with her eyes tightly closed, they were moist.

She had vowed then that she would become strong, leave that small county, and never let anyone bully her again.

But things didn't go as smoothly as she had imagined.

Until that day, she met Bo Ye, that noble and mature man, who stood in front of her, looking at her who had almost died.

Perhaps it was out of pity that he said this to her.

"I'll help you pay off your debts, come with me."

The man stood ramrod straight, his black suit making him look incredibly imposing, and in her eyes, he was unapproachable.

She was stunned. She knew he was Bo Ye, the famous president of the Bo Group.

A net worth of hundreds of millions.

Jiang Ruan could vaguely feel her heart pounding violently at that moment.

At that moment, it was as if a ray of light shone into her life.

After being with him, Jiang Ruan's life began to turn around.

He quickly helped her deal with all the messy things.

She focused all her energy on the entertainment industry, working hard on acting and learning various skills.

The entertainment industry is not easy to navigate; there are countless times when you encounter special treatment with tears in your eyes, yet you still have to keep going.

Bo Ye is her unwavering belief.

She needs to be strong, strong enough to stand beside him and be his equal.

—Just as dawn broke, there was a knock on the apartment door: "Knock knock knock!"

The building was old and not well soundproofed. The knocking became increasingly louder, accompanied by cursing and swearing. Soon the door was opened.

Li Peng was wearing a vest and shorts, his beard was unkempt and he hadn't shaved in a long time; he was nothing like his former glamorous self.

He clearly resembles a petty, low-class person.

"Xin'er, what brings you here?" Li Peng's eyes lit up when he saw her. "Come in quickly."

Li Xin hadn't seen him in a long time, and seeing him like this, she was quite surprised: "Dad, what happened to you?"

After entering the house, Li's mother also got up.

Hearing Li Xin's voice, he quickly came over, took her hand, and asked with tears in his eyes, "Xin'er, why are you here so early today? How have you been lately?"

“I’ve read all the news online. We’ve really wronged you. It’s all your parents’ fault for being so useless and making you suffer so much.”

Li's mother came from a humble background and had a gentle personality, but she loved her daughter Li Xin to the core.

"I'm fine, Mom."

"I'm doing well lately. How are you? Is Dad's leg any better?"

Li Xin noticed that Li Peng's legs were a little off when he walked; one leg was higher than the other.

Li's mother sighed, "No, the doctor said it's not going to recover well."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Li's mother wiped away her tears, and Li Xin felt bad too: "Mom."

Li Peng couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "What are you crying for? Aren't you feeling down? Xin'er finally came back, and all you do is whine and cry? I'm crippled, but I'm not dead yet!"

"Dad!" Li Xin said, "Mom was worried about you too!"

"Stop yelling at her."