Bao Jingyan’s blood heated up in an instant, ready to take her back to the villa, but Su Ruanruan, anxious, grabbed his arm, pleading, "Stop being so impulsive at the slightest provocation. If you keep this up, the family will start to suspect."
With her plea, Bao Jingyan stared at her for a while before he leaned over, pulled a cigarette from the center console’s case, lit it, and took a few deep drags before restarting the car: "Fine, I’ll take you back."
Su Ruanruan, still young, couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.
She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, with a hint of trying to please.
Bao Jingyan, steering with one hand and smoking with the other, glanced at her: "What do you want again?"
Su Ruanruan, irritated, turned her head away, ignoring him.
Bao Jingyan laughed and ended up escorting her home to the Bao Mansion properly.
Too tired to return to the villa after a long day, he simply opened the car door after she had gone inside.
His gaze fell on the bag she had left behind, and his eyes softened.
Though the little girl was tough with her words, the scarf she had given was truly heartfelt.
Bao Jingyan smiled silently.
The next morning, the weather was slightly chilly.
At the breakfast table, the head of the family Bao Mingyuan showed concern for the children, especially and carefully said to Su Ruanruan, "It’s getting cold. Have your sister Jingse accompany you to buy some clothes and just report the expense to me."
"Thank you, Uncle," Su Ruanruan said with well-mannered grace.
Bao Jingyuan was livid.
Her father kept caring for Su Ruanruan and not for her!
Bao Mingyuan continued, "Yesterday when you were out, someone from your family came asking you to join them for a meal. What do you say, Ruanruan?"
Su Ruanruan glanced at Bao Ziqi.
Bao Ziqi’s expression wasn’t very good. His engagement with Su Qionglin had been dissolved, and naturally, he didn’t want to have anything more to do with the Su Family.
Thus, Su Ruanruan said to Bao Mingyuan, "My elder brother told me to go when I have time."
Bao Mingyuan nodded; he also glanced at Bao Ziqi before speaking slowly, "Ziqi, there’s no fate between you and your third sister. Ruanruan..."
Su Ruanruan measured her words, "I understand, Uncle. I won’t speak out of turn."
Bao Mingyuan was quite pleased, "You’re a sensible child." After speaking, he gave his youngest son a meaningful look.
Bao Ziqi pretended not to notice.
However, Bao Mingyuan still called him into the study, having a frank father-son talk just like the last time.
Bao Mingyuan passed a cigarette to him, saying straightforwardly, "Ziqi, I hope you’ll pursue Ruanruan. I’ve discussed it with the old lady, if all goes well, we’ll have you two married once Ruanruan turns 20."
Bao Ziqi, holding the cigarette, sat down on the couch and asked indifferently, "Dad, why do you have such an idea again?"
"I see that you like that girl," Bao Mingyuan smiled with a hint of allure, "Ziqi, you can’t hide your feelings from me."
Bao Ziqi neither acknowledged nor denied, pondering for a moment before chuckling lightly, "Why don’t you speak to Ruanruan about this?"
Bao Mingyuan’s expression turned frustrated, "If Ruanruan fancied you, would I need to tell you this? Ziqi, in the past, you were too cold to her. If you just show a bit more warmth, it’s always possible to touch her heart. Women, they are often tender-hearted!"
Bao Ziqi sneered inside.
How could Su Ruanruan be tender-hearted? She was heartless towards him!
But he had seen her flustered.
Last night, Bao Jingyan brought her back, and when she got out of the car, she looped around to the side and kissed Bao Jingyan under the moonlight. Just now at breakfast, Bao Jingyan boldly touched her hand under the table, and her face blushed, not really pulling away.
In front of all the Bao Family members, they carried on with their affair.