Bao Ye turned his head, his gaze falling on the girl’s bright, crystal-clear eyes, shining like stars in the night.
He chuckled coldly and his Adam’s apple bobbed: "You’re overthinking."
"Why would I be jealous?"
His people, his things, can only be his.
Absolutely not allowed for anyone else to touch.
But what Jiang Ruan heard was another meaning.
The straightforward words pierced directly into Jiang Ruan’s soft heart.
Indeed, he doesn’t love her.
How could he be jealous?
A hint of sadness crossed Jiang Ruan’s eyes, but her face remained cheerful as she said defiantly, "What if I am really thinking about another man? Wouldn’t you get jealous even a little bit?"
She blinked, her little face earnest.
Her obedient and cute demeanor made her look like a good child.
No hint of joking at all.
Bao Ye’s expression changed instantly, just as he was about to say something, the traffic light turned red, and he turned his head, his hand on the steering wheel bulging with veins, filled with wildness.
The suppressed anger made him wish he could deal with her right then and there, but it wasn’t the right time or place.
Thinking about other men, huh? Ha.
Well done, Jiang Ruan!
Seeing him silent, Jiang Ruan’s heart chilled inch by inch.
She looked away, moisture rising in her eyes, but she forced it down.
Looking out at the night scene, it was nearly too much to bear the grievance and discomfort.
Even if she thought about other men, he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t be jealous at all?
In his eyes, is she just like everyone else?
Then why not break up?
Is stringing her along fun?
Just then, a cold voice came from beside her.
Jiang Ruan turned sharply to look at him: "Huh?"
"Are you talking to me?" she asked.
She even doubted if she was hallucinating.
The urgent need for his response, wanting to know her place in his heart, had created an illusion.
The car continued to drive steadily down the road.
Bao Ye glanced at her during a free moment: "Who else?"
"Talking to the air?"
She couldn’t help asking him, "What do you mean by ’try me’?"
Bao Ye: "The literal meaning."
It’s like he said nothing at all.
She pouted, snorting coldly, "It means just do whatever, you don’t care anyway."
With those words, the car suddenly braked.
Unsteady, Jiang Ruan fell forward in fright and hurriedly grabbed onto the side: "Bao Ye, what are you doing!"
"Do you know sudden braking can easily cause a traffic accident?"
Bao Ye turned to look at her, his wrist resting on the steering wheel, his resolute face containing a strong storm, staring at her frightened little face, he said coldly, "Jiang Ruan, I don’t have that good of a temper."
"Want to be casual, huh? Unless I’m dead."
"Otherwise, whoever you dare to think about, I will deal with."
"And I’ll mean what I say."
These words entered Jiang Ruan’s ears.
Originally furious and glaring, she suddenly felt as if she’d heard the world’s most beautiful love confession.
Fireworks exploded in her mind.
His angry appearance in her eyes was almost unbearably cute.
He’s not completely indifferent after all.
Jiang Ruan licked her red lips, propped her chin up with her wrist and leaned closer: "Really?"
"Whatever I think about, you will deal with?"
"Mr. Bao, you’re so domineering."
She said with a smile.
Yet she was smiling happily, her tone incredibly cheerful.
"I just love your domineering style."
"What can I do, I think I’m liking you even more now."
Looking at her, his gaze instantly became like he was looking at a lunatic.
Or have his words ceased to matter to her now?
He pursed his thin lips and said, "How about finding some time tomorrow?"
Jiang Ruan blinked: "Why, are you asking me out?"
Bao Ye said coolly, "Take you to see a psychiatrist."
"See where you’re not normal."