Out of control and sinking

The bodyguard whispered, "Tianyan Club."

Jiang Ruan had heard of this club before. Those who could afford to patronize it were all powerful and wealthy people in Beijing. It was a complex place with a powerful background, and she had heard that the owner had a very strong influence.

Upon arriving at the clubhouse entrance, the bodyguard opened the door, and Jiang Ruan got out of the car.

The first thing you see is a luxurious European-style building, which looks to be over a hundred stories high. It is incredibly grand and truly deserves to be called the most luxurious club in the entire capital.

Jiang Ruan withdrew her shocked gaze and followed the bodyguard inside. The further she went, the more she saw women with exquisite makeup, and the more fortunate she felt.

Fortunately, she quickly put on makeup on the way.

She's not afraid of looking ugly without makeup.

However, in such situations, a sophisticated makeup look can boost one's confidence.

Upon reaching the private room, the bodyguard pushed open the door and stopped, saying, "Miss Jiang, please come in."

The door was pushed open forty-five degrees, and the noisy sounds inside came out, including the clatter of mahjong tiles.

Bo Ye can play mahjong?
Why didn't she know?
Since she's already here, and Jiang Ruan has been in the entertainment industry for so long, not being stage-frightened is a basic quality.

She walked in through the door in her high heels, and everyone in the private room looked up at her with curiosity.

Jiang Ruan immediately spotted Bo Ye in the main seat. He had his eyes lowered, holding a mahjong tile in his hand, and was arranging the tiles unhurriedly.

He exudes an aura in every gesture.

Sitting there, he is God.

He wasn't wearing the black suit he'd worn that morning, but rather a striking purple silk shirt embroidered with pythons, its collar open. Paired with his noble face, it accentuated his exceptional demeanor.

With sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing sleek arms, the bulging veins adding to the wildness.

There were three other men sitting at the same table with him, all of whom looked to be in their early twenties.

Next to each man sat a girl who was dressed very elegantly and had a great presence.

Jiang Ruan glanced at them and saw that they were all socialites from Beijing, wearing top-tier jewelry from various luxury brands.

Or it's a high-end girlfriend.

While Jiang Ruan was sizing them up, they also sizing her up thoroughly.

Just then, an interesting sound rang out.

"Tsk, that's really strange."

Si Chen: "Why does this young lady look so familiar? It's like I've seen her somewhere before?"

"Is there any beauty in the entire capital that you, Young Master Si, haven't seen?" The woman in the white tank top with long, straight black hair behind Si Chen teased, "Even if you think she's pretty and want to chat her up, you should at least come up with a fresher excuse. How dare you use such a low-class way to pick her up?" "Go to hell, I'm serious."

"Don't you always tell the truth? Do you think I believe you?"

"Is it that you can't get through a day without arguing with me?"

"Yeah, I feel uncomfortable if I don't argue with you."

The two were bickering.

Si Chen gritted his teeth in anger, then suddenly realized: "I remember now, she is Jiang Ruan, the girl who has become very popular in the entertainment industry in the last two years."

"She also filmed several TV series, do you remember?"

“Hey, now that you mention it, I do remember something,” someone nearby chimed in.

"I knew it, she looked familiar."

Si Chen glared at the long-haired girl, Feng Meiling: "What else do you have to say?"

"I already told you I wasn't lying to you."

Feng Meiling pouted: "I don't know, and besides, I don't pay attention to things in the entertainment industry."

"Tch, that's because you're ignorant."

Feng Meiling rolled her eyes: "I can't be bothered with you."

"But how did she get here?"

As Feng Meiling spoke, she glanced at Jiang Ruan a few times, thinking to herself that the girl was indeed quite beautiful.

She doesn't have the kind of common, overused look; she has the kind of pure, untainted beauty that comes from being above the mundane, with bright eyes and white teeth, like a student.

Feng Meiling raised an eyebrow; this kind of appearance is most likely to arouse a man's protective instincts.

"Did you call them?"

Several people nearby denied it, saying they didn't know him.

Si Chen is even less likely to be involved.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have failed to recognize the person.

Now that things had come to this, Feng Meiling looked at Jiang Ruan with a smile and asked, "Miss Jiang Ruan? Did you come to the wrong private room?"

"It seems like no one here knows you."