Bao Mingyuan cracked his eyes open slightly, quietly asking, "Do you really think so?"
Mrs. Bao said, "Whether it’s family background or character and personality, I think highly of Minglan."
Bao Mingyuan thought about how it was himself who had driven Su Ruanruan away, and swallowed back everything he wanted to say.
"Fine, have it your way! As long as Ziqi is willing, it’s settled."
Mrs. Bao was elated, saying: "Let’s set it for three days from now."
"Have you arranged everything?" Bao Mingyuan gently stroked his wife’s shoulder, thoughtful.
Mrs. Bao didn’t notice his displeasure; instead, she wanted to get affectionate with her husband.
Bao Mingyuan rejected her.
"I’m too tired today."
He turned over, his back to her.
Mrs. Bao was quite unhappy, but thinking of how she easily toppled Su Ruanruan with a slight trick, she cheered up again.
Bao Mingyuan was in a gloomy mood.
The next morning, he didn’t go to the company.
It would be a mess there anyway.
The secretary Dong said that Dr. Zhong was the most furious, constantly declaring that the R&D department was headless, insisting that he find someone else.
Bao Mingyuan was so angry he could spit blood.
Find someone, where could he find someone now?
He could only go see his eldest son to see if he could start work earlier.
Early in the morning, Bao Mingyuan went to his eldest son’s villa.
As the car drove in, Aunt Li didn’t even have time to inform before Bao Mingyuan walked into the living room.
He sat down on the sofa, looked up towards the stairs and asked, "Hasn’t Jingyan gotten up yet?"
Aunt Li responded, "Please have a seat, sir, I’ll go up and check."
"No need! I’ll go up myself." Bao Mingyuan stood up, ready to look in on his son.
After he went upstairs, Aunt Li immediately made an internal call to notify.
Upstairs, Bao Jingyan hung up the phone.
He leaned against the headboard, the bathrobe loosely opened, revealing his fair and healthy chest muscles.
He glanced sideways at Su Ruanruan who was still asleep, then got up and neatly covered himself with the clothes.
As Bao Mingyuan reached the second floor, he saw Bao Jingyan, with his bathrobe tied, coming down the stairs, startled: "You’re up?"
Bao Jingyan greeted, "Dad, why did you come over so early?"
Bao Mingyuan bit back what he wanted to say.
He asked his son, "Where are you planning to go?"
"I have a golf appointment," Bao Jingyan said breezily.
Bao Mingyuan patted his shoulder, "If you can play golf, you can go to work too, right?"
"Just a social engagement," Bao Jingyan nonchalantly settled down at the dining table, asking Aunt Li to bring breakfast.
He made no mention of going to work.
Since he secured two ports from Mu Jiu through his injury, Bao Mingyuan didn’t want to be too harsh and let it be.
Bao Jingyan was in a very good mood, he even invited Bao Mingyuan to have breakfast together.
How could Bao Mingyuan eat?
He hesitated a moment before saying, "Do you not know about Ruanruan’s situation?"
A flash of cold sneer crossed Bao Jingyan’s eyes, but his face was sunny: "I heard about it."
Bao Mingyuan was taken aback: "You, have no objections?"
Bao Jingyan leaned back into his chair, smiling gently, "Dad, you’ve decided, what objection could I have?"
So, Bao Mingyuan felt even lonelier.
No one understood him!
No one gave him a way out.
He was actually... regretful, wasn’t he?
He didn’t linger and soon prepared to leave.
Approaching the foyer, Bao Mingyuan’s gaze faltered.
At the entrance, there was a pair of white women’s indoor slippers.
He stared for a long time, then turned to his eldest son and said, "If you have a girlfriend, bring her back for a meal."
Bao Jingyan merely smiled slightly.
Bao Mingyuan misunderstood, thinking it was just a fleeting romantic relationship.
Jingyan was an adult, he could understand.
Bao Mingyuan quickly put the matter out of mind.
His heart was full of regret.
He thought he should make a call to check on Ruanruan, perhaps invite her out for a meal, to care about her future life.
If she was willing, he could offer to send her abroad to study.
Bao Mingyuan found an excuse for himself and dialed Su Ruanruan’s number at the foyer.
The call connected, but upstairs a ringtone resounded...