Out of control and sinking

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye's anger flared even more. With a gloomy face, he turned his head and called out, "Uncle Cheng."

Uncle Cheng is the family's housekeeper.

Upon hearing this, he quickly came over: "President Bo."

"Throw this cat out."

"No cats are allowed in this house."

When Uncle Cheng saw Jiang Ruan holding the cat and looking at it with obvious affection, he was immediately troubled: "This..."

"What, my words no longer carry any weight?"

Cheng Bo's heart tightened, and he was about to speak when Jiang Ruan interrupted him, saying, "Why are you being so fierce?"

"It's just a cat. It didn't do anything to you. Why did you throw it away?"

"Besides, this isn't your cat, it's Anan's. You have no right to choose whether it stays or goes."

Bo Ye sneered in anger, staring at Jiang Ruan: "Very good."

"Call Anan over and give her two choices: first, give the cat away; second, the two of them can leave together."

Jiang Ruan's temper flared up as well: "Third, I'll go with them."

"Uncle Cheng, go pack my luggage."

"I'm leaving too."

Hearing this, Uncle Cheng was in a dilemma: "Miss Jiang, please don't. President Bo has always disliked these small animals. Please listen to Uncle Cheng's advice and let me lock the cat up, okay?"

Bo Ye gave a light "heh," his dark eyes filled with anger as he looked at Jiang Ruan: "No one in this world can threaten me, Bo Ye."

"The cat or me, you choose."

"I choose the cat."

Jiang Ruan didn't hesitate at all, as if afraid he wasn't angry enough.

Bo Ye's face turned completely black, his pale skin turning ashen, and the prayer beads on his wrist, hanging by his side, trembled slightly with anger.

"good very good."

He gripped the prayer beads tightly with his fingertips, as if he wanted to crush them: "I'm giving you one last choice."

Which one to choose?

His voice was as cold as ice.

His dark eyes stared at her, pressing her for answers.

With a destructive momentum.

They were terrified that the volcano might erupt at any moment.

Jiang Ruan blinked, her red lips moved slightly, but this time she didn't have the courage to throw caution to the wind like before.

Looking at the cat in her arms, although she liked it very much, Jiang Ruan sighed in her heart and gave up.

"Uncle Cheng, here's your cat."

"You can give it to Anan to carry."

Jiang Ruan said.

Uncle Cheng looked at her gratefully, as if he had seen a savior: "Okay, sure."

Then he picked up the cat and left.

Jiang Ruan looked up at Bo Ye, pouting, "Do you have to be so fierce?"

"It's just a cat. Can't I even hug it? Who told you to throw it away? It didn't do anything wrong. It's just because I like it. You're being too domineering."

Bo Ye snorted coldly, ignoring her question. He said, "Aren't you supposed to be tough?"

"Why don't you keep being stubborn?"

"You'd rather have a broken cat than me, that's really something."

All those years of raising it were for nothing.

Little ungrateful bastard.

That sounds so naive.
Like a child.

Jiang Ruan was both amused and exasperated: "Seriously? A cat can make you jealous?"

She walked over to him, getting closer, and asked curiously, "Hey, I've filmed so many TV dramas and worked with so many male stars, why don't you get jealous?"

Her dark eyes gazed at him, blinking occasionally, filled with expectation.

To Bo Ye, it looked like a provocation.

He raised his hand, his fingertips hooking her chin, a cruel smile playing on his thin lips: "How about I help you then?"

Jiang Ruan: "Huh?"

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Ruan had a bad feeling about it.

"I was just kidding, so please don't do anything rash."

“Bo Ye, you know that I only work with them. I’ve never even met them in private, and we’ve never had any intimate contact while filming. I’ve never filmed any bed scenes or kissing scenes. You know all of this.”

Bo Ye chuckled softly: "What's there to be nervous about?"

He pinched her chin with his fingertips, teasing her delicate skin. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "You haven't done anything wrong, what's there to be nervous about?"

"Ok?"

He lazily dragged out the last syllable.