Su Ruanruan resignedly said: "Bao Ziqi, do you really have to speak ?"
Suddenly her eyes cast downward, "If you really can’t accommodate me, I’ll move out tomorrow."
After she spoke, Bao Ziqi stared at her intensely.
After a long pause, he sneered: "Having a backer really makes you different."
He left without looking back.
Su Ruanruan lifted her arm and only then noticed the pain.
She initially planned to go to her uncle Su Yugu to inquire about the situation, but she paused, thought for a moment, and made a phone call to Bao Jingyan’s driver to come pick her up.
Old Zhao immediately came to get her.
Upon getting into the car, Old Zhao noticed her injured hand and exclaimed, "What happened here, Young Master Jingyan will be so distressed."
"It was just a minor burn, it’s nothing." Su Ruanruan downplayed it.
Still worried, Old Zhao insisted, "No, we need to get this checked at the hospital."
Su Ruanruan smiled, "I just came from the hospital."
"Right." Old Zhao scratched his head, "Look at my memory."
He brought Su Ruanruan back to the villa and naturally, it stirred up another commotion; Auntie Li and a few others were terribly nervous, fussing over her with great concern.
Surrounded by these women caring for her, Su Ruanruan felt a warmth in her eyes.
But Auntie Li was sharp, noticing the young girl felt embarrassed and proactively suggesting she go upstairs to rest.
Su Ruanruan went upstairs, changed her clothes, picked a book from Bao Jingyan’s study, and sat on the sofa to read. She was so engrossed that she didn’t notice the evening creeping in.
The sound of a car echoed from downstairs. Su Ruanruan walked out to the balcony and saw Bao Jingyan getting out of the car.
Dressed in a classic black and white three-piece suit, elegant and noble as if he was a male god from a fashion magazine.
He looked up and saw her, pausing his steps.
Su Ruanruan blushed, ran back to the bedroom, and sat on the sofa pretending to read.
It was an obvious attempt to hide her fluster.
Bao Jingyan went straight upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw her enveloped in the dim light.
Her soft yellow long dress made her look like a budding lily, delicate and beautiful.
He approached, leaning over with his hands braced on the sofa arms to look at her.
After a while, Su Ruanruan couldn’t help but lower her book and look up, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Bao Jingyan, feeling somewhat restless, leaned in to kiss her before speaking in a husky voice, "I heard Mu Qun visited our home this morning."
Su Ruanruan finally realized which V.I.P. Bao Ziqi was referring to.
She pretended ignorance, just gazing at Bao Jingyan.
Bao Jingyan tapped her head, took off his coat, tossed it onto the bed, and removed his tie, talking while doing so, "Mu Qun, known as Mu Jiu. He has quite an influence in Jiangcheng, and many women wish to marry him."
Suddenly, he implied, "If someone has any enemies, getting Mu Qun’s help couldn’t be better."
She clearly understood his insinuations.
She blinked gently, "Then, if I marry him... can he solve all my problems?"
No sooner had she finished speaking, a warm hand slipped into her clothes, tickling her.
Su Ruanruan screamed, "Bao Jingyan... take your hand... off, hmm, hmm..."
"Are you still going to talk about marrying him?" He pressed closer, trapping her completely on the sofa.
Pleading was useless; Bao Jingyan completely had his way with her.
In the end, she lay limp in his chest.
Her face blossomed like a lotus, and tiny beads of sweat adorned her hair.
"Are you still going to say it?" Bao Jingyan nibbled on her, his voice husky.
"No more." Su Ruanruan softly murmured, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
His skin burned hot, and her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Pressed together, it was profoundly stirring.