CHAPTER 377: CHAPTER 355: BAO YE, YOU’RE HERE_3

"Don’t worry, I will help you."

"Take my sister-in-law back first, she’s more important."

That’s all Boss Zou could say; he couldn’t ask anything else.

Everyone knows who Tokugawa Rui is.

He’s a crazy pervert with a penchant for debauchery.

And he holds a grudge against Bao Ye.

Jiang Ruan is so beautiful and is Bao Ye’s woman; what good could come from falling into his hands?

Anyone with a brain could figure that out.

Bao Ye carried Jiang Ruan away. It was only after watching them disappear that Boss Zou went inside.

On the bed was a rope, some tape, blood, and not far off, an array of erotic torture tools.

The floor was covered in blood, and Tokugawa Rui lay in a pool of it, his face and body soaked in blood, as if he were dead.

Boss Zou couldn’t help but click his tongue; Bao Ye had shown no mercy.

But then again, he had dared to make an enemy of Bao Ye and touch his woman. That Bao Ye hadn’t killed Tokugawa Rui today was already a concession to Boss Zou.

"Check to see if he’s still alive."

It was so dirty, Boss Zou refused to touch it.

He had severe germophobia.

The lackey checked and said in South African, "He’s not dead."

Boss Zou ordered, "Take him away, have him sent back, and just say he made some enemies. If anyone asks who beat him, say you don’t know."

"Yes."

The underling said, "Boss Zou, but his subordinates already saw you just now."

Boss Zou sneered disdainfully, "You mean that little tribal leader? He followed the wrong person and saw what he shouldn’t have seen. Do I need to teach you how to deal with him?"

Boss Zou’s tone was calm and understated.

But the words dripped with killing intent.

Becoming a dominant figure in such a chaotic place as South Africa, Boss Zou was not someone with a soft heart.

Being kind and soft-hearted here meant delivering your life into the hands of King Yama.

"I understand, I’ll go do it right away."

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In the room.

The female doctor finished bandaging Jiang Ruan’s wrists and facial wounds before reporting to Bao Ye.

"Sir, fortunately, the lady’s injuries did not damage muscles or bones. I’ll prescribe some medicine for her, just let her take it daily."

Bao Ye frowned and asked, "Then why can’t she see or hear anything still? Will her vision and hearing recover?"

The female doctor said, "There’s no need to worry. This drug is a common hallucinogen in South Africa, it only lasts for twenty-four hours and will fade on its own. After the drug wears off, she’ll be fine."

Hearing this, Bao Ye’s tightly wound tension finally relaxed.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though his face remained cold, exuding an unapproachable aura.

But his words were polite: "Thank you."

Then he instructed the bodyguard to go with the doctor to get the medicine.

The room settled into silence, Bao Ye sat by the bed where Jiang Ruan lay, her hands tightly wrapped in bandages beside her.

Jiang Ruan knew Bao Ye had called the doctor to treat her injuries, so she was obedient during the bandaging, without making any fuss.

Even though her wrists still hurt badly.

She stared blankly with her eyes wide open; it was completely dark in front of her, and she couldn’t see anything.

Unsure if there were still many people around, possibly the doctor hadn’t left yet?

She didn’t dare to speak.

Until a man’s fingers gently hooked hers lying on the side, Bao Ye held her fingertips, and only then did Jiang Ruan dare to speak: "Bao Ye?"

She called his name.

But couldn’t hear any sound.

Actually, Bao Ye responded to her: "Hmm."

But Jiang Ruan couldn’t hear it.

Knowing she couldn’t hear now, Bao Ye enfolded her gently, lifting her up.

Her neck was also medicated, bruised red from strangulation.

Bao Ye cradled her, carefully patting her back. Jiang Ruan called him: "Bao Ye?"

"Am I blind and deaf? I can’t see or hear anything now."

Her voice trembled with fear.

Tears streaked down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.

Bao Ye’s heart ached fiercely, he lifted his hand to wipe her tears.

Thinking of something, he took her hand, spread out her palm.

Then he began writing, stroke by stroke, on her palm.

Chinese was too complex, he feared she couldn’t conceptualize it.

So, in simple English.

"No."

Jiang Ruan felt the sensation on her skin and understood clearly what he was writing. Her crying ceased abruptly, and she asked with doubt: "Really? You’re not lying to me?"

Bao Ye wrote: "En."

Jiang Ruan broke into laughter amidst her tears: "That’s good, I was scared to death. I thought I was going to be blind and deaf forever."

"When will I be better?"

Bao Ye: "24."

Jiang Ruan vaguely guessed, excitedly: "Really? In 24 hours? I’ll be okay?"

Bao Ye: "En."

Only then did Jiang Ruan breathe a sigh of relief.

She nestled in his arms, surrounded by the scent of his cologne.

Suddenly, something came to her mind and once again tears welled uncontrollably, streaming down.

With a sob in her voice, she said: "But Tokugawa Rui touched me."