Jiang Ruan planned to sleep in today since she was joining the crew tomorrow. After all, her time wouldn’t be as free at home once she started.
Plus, she was still sore from Bao Ye’s antics last night.
By the time she got out of bed and downstairs, it was nearly noon.
She hadn’t expected to see two neat rows of servants in the living room, and Bao Ye in a black suit on the sofa, looking cold and aloof, with rose-colored thin lips pressed into a line and eyes filled with coldness.
Jiang Ruan’s eyes widened in surprise; wasn’t he supposed to be at work by this time?
As the head of Bao Group, Bao Ye was a workaholic. Jiang Ruan rarely saw him when she woke up, sometimes not for ten days or half a month.
This busy man neither went to work nor looked at documents today.
Just sitting on the sofa like that was truly unusual.
But Jiang Ruan didn’t intend to pay attention to him anyway; she had told him last night that they were breaking up.
These three years, she spent enough time with him.
This unspeakable kept relationship ended here.
Bao Ye once helped her pay off a 3 million debt. If these three youthful years weren’t worth 3 million, she didn’t mind paying him back with another 3 million.
After all, she kept joining crews these years.
The assets in her hand amounted to at least 10 million.
Though it couldn’t compare to Bao Family’s billions, it was her own hard-earned, clean money.
So, Jiang Ruan had made up her mind to break up with him this time.
Thinking , she felt incredibly relieved, and Bao Ye didn’t seem as intimidating as before.
"Morning," Jiang Ruan greeted him, looking like she was in a good mood.
As Bao Ye turned to look at her, the woman immediately turned her gaze away, not giving him a glance.
It was as if he was air.
He had no presence whatsoever.
And her greeting might not have been directed only at him.
This made Bao Ye, who was already in a bad mood from waiting all morning, look terribly grim.
There was a nameless anger burning inside him.
Fine, very well, she was already starting to ignore him, huh?
Trying so hard to shake him off?
Bao Ye felt as if he had raised an ungrateful wolf these years.
Jiang Ruan merely said to the servant, "An iced coffee and a piece of buttered toast, please."
Jiang Ruan liked iced black coffee in the morning to perk up and reduce swelling, but Bao Ye never allowed her to drink it.
Because he liked congee, Jiang Ruan could only drink congee with him.
Since she was leaving, for this last breakfast here, Jiang Ruan certainly wanted to eat whatever she liked.
"Um..." The servant looked towards Bao Ye. Mr. Bao had ordered before not to let Jiang Ruan drink iced coffee, especially in the morning.
Unaware of this, she smiled sweetly at the man, "What’s the matter, dear Mr. Bao, about to break up and can’t even spare a cup of iced coffee?"
Speaking lightly, though her fingertips silently clenched.
Facing each other, Bao Ye’s black eyes were cold, looking at this ungrateful creature with a brilliant smile.
As if she couldn’t wait to leave him.
Fine, he’ll fulfill her wish.
But let’s see if she can handle it.
The man’s voice came.
The air temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.
The two rows of servants bowed their heads.
Not daring to breathe.
The servant answered, turned, and went to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, brought iced coffee and buttered toast before Jiang Ruan.
Jiang Ruan said, elegantly picking up the iced coffee, sipping it, the bitter cold spreading through her mouth.
Then glanced at Bao Ye, "It tastes better than congee."
Bao Ye was very patient, very gentlemanly, not disturbing her meal at all.
The left hand on his lap, holding the right hand’s icy Buddha Beads, his mind restless.
Later decided to take them off directly.
Playing with the beads one by one in his hand.
The sound of beads grinding against his fingertips echoed in the dining room.
Neither Jiang Ruan nor Bao Ye acknowledged one another.
Until Jiang Ruan finished eating, wiping her mouth with a napkin, Bao Ye’s low, cold voice came, "Come here."