Jiang Ruan sent him a text!
Staring at the girl’s sweet, off-shoulder dress avatar, smiling brightly like a little sun.
Bao Ye gripped the phone, his dark eyes calm yet seemingly holding a hidden flicker.
At least she still has some decency.
He opened the screen’s typing box, his slender fingers poised over the keyboard, but then hesitated.
The man’s brows furrowed, as though he was hesitating.
Beside him, Chen Nan continued his endless report about tomorrow’s busy schedule, noticing Bao Ye’s lack of response, Chen Nan looked up, only to see Bao Ye staring intently at the phone.
His expression was serious, as if something major had happened.
Chen Nan, nervous: "What’s wrong, Mr. Bao?"
"Has something happened?"
Bao Ye turned around, his deep eyes glanced at him, his tone indifferent: "Nothing."
Then he turned off the screen and casually put the phone in his pocket.
Chen Nan said "Oh, oh," and then continued.
The elevator descended rapidly.
The Bao Family was located in the center of Beijing, the elevator was reinforced glass except at the bottom, offering a view of the neon nightscape outside, showcasing the city’s prosperity.
A few minutes later, the top-tier luxury black Maybach S680 leaped out of the garage.
Reserved for the elite.
The night wind blew through the car window, brushing against the man’s sharply defined face, exuding a mature masculine vibe.
It’s already dark outside.
Jiang Ruan had dinner as well.
Still no reply to her text message from Bao Ye, staring at the empty chat page, as if the man had vanished into thin air.
Must have gone off to flirt.
Coming here to mess with her for two days, and going back without a break.
Soon he’ll suffer from kidney deficiency.
Jiang Ruan muttered to herself.
If he doesn’t reply, he doesn’t reply, she won’t bother.
If she ever sends him a text first again, she’s a fool!
She refuses to be clingy; the clingy ones will dig wild vegetables for life!
She still has to film tomorrow.
Jiang Ruan yawned, lazily got up from the sofa, took her phone and Bluetooth speaker, and went for a bath.
The bathtub was full of water.
Jiang Ruan wrapped in a towel, stands in front of the mirror, narcissistically admiring her own beauty, fresh and natural without makeup.
If only she could ignore the red marks on her snowy white skin over her shoulders.
That would be perfect.
Thinking of it, staring at the mirror in front, Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but recall the flustered scene.
Remembering how the man held her waist so assertively.
His Adam’s apple rolling constantly, breathing heavily, both alluring and decadent.
Jiang Ruan’s ears quickly heated up, her cheeks flushed red.
She smacked her little face with her hand.
What nonsense is she thinking?
But frankly, Bao Ye truly is incredible.
Every woman desires to be desired by a man.
Especially a man with looks, money, long legs, and a great physique.
The bathtub was filled, Jiang Ruan picked up her phone and played "If You Marry, Marry Grey Wolf."
Humming a tune, she stepped into the bathtub.
The bathtub was large, designed for two people.
Jiang Ruan leaned against the edge, enveloped in the warm water, with a sweet floral scent filling the air, absolutely relaxing.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Enjoying a space that belonged solely to her.
It’s good he’s not here; she can do whatever she wants.
No need to look at his expressions.
And just at that moment.
As if the heavens heard what she was thinking in her heart.
The phone placed not far on the counter suddenly rang!
She had only set the ringtone for one person.
Jiang Ruan suddenly opened her eyes.
With a hint of confusion and mist in her eyes, the sharp ringtone was piercing, she raised her hand and picked it up.
The screen flashed Bao Ye’s avatar.
Pure black background image.
Jiang Ruan pouted; she sent the message at five.
He’s just seeing it now?
But she still picked up.
Jiang Ruan cradled the phone: "Hello?"