Out of control and sinking

Let's take a look at Chapter 7.

The man's tone was utterly unyielding, cold and deep. Jiang Ruan looked up and saw Bo Ye's dark eyes staring straight at her.

Perhaps because she had been bowing her head for so long, Jiang Ruan never refused him.

But starting today, that won't happen.

She bit her red lips, stood up, and walked over to him, her shoulders ramrod straight. Looking down at him, she said, "Mr. Bo, would you like to talk to me about breaking up?"

It's pretentious and affected.

Like a hedgehog covered in thorns.

Bo Ye narrowed his dark eyes, looking at her expressionlessly, the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand turning, making a creaking sound.

Even though the man was just sitting there and didn't say anything, his aura was frighteningly cold.

The entire living room was quiet.

"Hmm," he replied, gesturing to the seat beside him with the finger holding the prayer beads: "Sit."

Jiang Ruan sat down opposite him.

This is the furthest point from Bo Ye.

Bo Ye's face darkened again.

He took a breath and then spoke.

Are you sure you want to break up with me?

Jiang Ruan nodded: "Yes."

“Three years ago, I was desperate and you helped me settle things with money. I am extremely grateful to President Bo for that. But these three years as your mistress should be enough.”

Jiang Ruan curled her red lips into a smile, looked directly at the man, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You can't expect me to be your lover for the rest of my life, can you?"

Bo Ye frowned: "I didn't say you were my lover."

"But isn't that the truth?" Jiang Ruan laughed. "Otherwise, would you publicly declare that I, Jiang Ruan, am Bo Ye's woman?

The girl's sharp and direct words came straight at Bo Ye, giving him no time to consider.

He paused slightly, even surprised.

In his eyes, Jiang Ruan had always been a submissive, obedient woman.

In the past three years, I have never disobeyed him.

No matter what he said, she would obediently say yes.

They would all listen to her.

But now, she dares to question him.

Bo Ye remained silent for a moment.

But in Jiang Ruan's eyes, this was the best answer. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she held them back and said, "See, President Bo understands better than anyone else, doesn't he? We're not from the same world."

"Who are you? The heir to the renowned Bo Group in Kyoto, Mr. Bo? You think you can't have anything you want? I'm just a nobody, a third-rate celebrity. How could someone as important as Mr. Bo possibly marry someone like me?" "What am I if not your mistress?"

A moment of silence fell over the air.

Bo Ye's deep voice rang out: "My woman."

Jiang Ruan's heart skipped a beat. She looked at the man, and their eyes met. In the past, those four words would have made her truly happy.

But now.

"President Bo has no shortage of women. If you want, all the women in Beijing are yours."

Jiang Ruan said.

"Jiang Ruan!" Bo Ye was already on the verge of losing his temper. The veins on the back of his hand, which was holding Buddhist prayer beads, bulged. He interrupted coldly, "Don't be too presumptuous."

What kind of person do they take him for?
Is Bo Ye the kind of man who wants any woman?

“How could I dare?” Jiang Ruan said sarcastically. “I’m just telling the truth.”

"Let's break up. I don't want anything here. I just want freedom."

"If you're not satisfied, I can return the three million to you."

She spoke casually, yet earnestly.

I have absolutely no attachment to anything here.

Over the past three years, Bo Ye has bought her countless clothes and bags, filling her 400-square-meter walk-in closet to the brim.

The prices on the hangtags are terrifying.

This doesn't even include high-end luxury jewelry; in the adjacent clothing and accessories section, 400 square meters would be enough to open an exhibition hall.

But so what.

Jiang Ruan rarely wore or wore it.

Stubborn to the core, she didn't want to become a caged canary kept by Bo Ye.

Besides, those things didn't belong to her.

She is only a temporary owner.

Hearing the woman's heartless words, insisting on severing ties, Bo Ye's dark eyes deepened, and he stopped turning the prayer beads with his fingertips.

The prayer beads, which he had been constantly fiddling with, had become warm and were no longer so cold.

But after it stopped, it quickly returned to its cold state.

Bo Ye slowly and deliberately put the bracelet on his right wrist. The heavy string of beads seemed to press not on his pulse, but on his heart.

He casually picked up the document and tossed it onto the table.

"Look at this."

(End of this chapter)