For quite some time, Su Ruanruan barely squeezed out a few words: "Bao Jingyan, you’re sick."
Bao Jingyan cooed at her in a low voice: "How about Miss Su keeps this sick man company?"
Su Ruanruan hesitated.
Bao Jingyan had already had someone bring over a gun, compact and exquisite.
Clearly, it was ready for use.
Su Ruanruan took it, caressing it carefully, before asking him: "Have you given up pretending, resigned to your fate?"
Bao Jingyan raised the gun.
It was a perfect ten.
Even though Su Ruanruan was angry, she couldn’t help but admire him.
Toyed with the object in her hands, she asked softly, "How do you use this?"
Bao Jingyan watched her, his gaze somewhat fervent.
Her delicate little hands holding that shiny black object inexplicably excited him.
He pulled her into his arms, teaching her hand by hand.
Su Ruanruan was clever and got the hang of it quickly.
Bao Jingyan put headphones on her and sat down on a lounge chair to rest.
Above his head, a sun umbrella.
Initially it was out of interest, but later on, he was somewhat surprised.
Ruanruan was quite talented; those small hands seemed naturally made for holding a gun.
A box of bullets, yet she hit two nines.
And this was her first time shooting!
Bao Jingyan was reluctant to let her keep holding it, not wanting her hands to get calloused.
He approached her from behind, whispering: "Don’t you want to do something else?"
She looked nervously at the people around.
Those subordinates, unperturbed and calm.
Bao Jingyan chuckled, "Where did your mind go? We’re going to meet someone."
Su Ruanruan was angry.
He was clearly doing it on purpose.
Bao Jingyan held her hand, leading her to the basement.
Seeing her annoyed, he deliberately said: "If Ruanruan wanted to do something else, I’m not against cooperating."
He paused, speaking deliberately: "At worst, I’d join the battle injured, hmm?"
"Shameless!" Su Ruanruan covered her ears.
She observed the secret passage leading to the basement; there was nothing special about it.
Then, Bao Jingyan changed the subject: "It wasn’t me who did that to Su Qionglin."
Su Ruanruan was stunned: "Not you?"
Bao Jingyan confessed honestly: "I hadn’t gotten around to it yet! If it were me, her end would have been much worse than it is now."
Su Ruanruan was both annoyed and amused.
She really didn’t know whether to praise him or what!
While talking, they reached the basement.
It was dark and somewhat cold; Su Ruanruan shivered slightly.
"Didn’t you say this is the feeling you wanted? Are you scared now?" Bao Jingyan mocked with a smirk.
It was as if he was taunting her.
Su Ruanruan glared at him.
But being delicate and frail, she wasn’t very convincing.
Bao Jingyan let her be, gesturing with his hand.
A subordinate approached, "He still won’t speak."
Bao Jingyan smiled slightly: "Truly a good dog raised by Mu Jiu."
In the basement, a man was tied up, disheveled.
Covered in injuries, his face swollen and bruised.
Su Ruanruan had never seen such a spectacle and was somewhat timid, but remembering what she had said that morning, she held back and sat beside Bao Jingyan.
Bao Jingyan was utterly composed.
He lounged in the chair, a picture of comfort.
The man trembled at the sight of him.
Su Ruanruan asked softly, "Why is he so afraid of you?"
Bao Jingyan chuckled.
His Ruanruan was truly innocent.
The man couldn’t hold back and cursed loudly: "Bao Jingyan, just kill me if you dare! I’ve received Mu Jiu’s graces and will never betray him."
Bao Jingyan took a knife and played with it in his hands.
But the man’s heart thumped wildly, watching intently.
He had suffered enough at the hands of this Bao; though he looked neat and tidy, his methods were incredibly ruthless!
Some ideas, even Mu Jiu might not have come up with.
Despite fear in his heart, the man pretended to be nonchalant, shouting, "If I die, Mu Jiu will avenge me! Bao, you better give up on that hope."
Bao Jingyan just laughed, unconcerned.
He used the knife to peel an apple.
Then, he handed it to Su Ruanruan: "To tide you over."