h4Chapter 118: Chapter 107: Bao Ye in Trouble (2)/h4

    She doesn’t have no feelings for him.

    She is not a robot.

    Facing such an excellent man, it’s impossible not to be moved at all.

    But the more it is like this, the more she tortures herself.

    Midnight.

    Chaotic footsteps echoed outside.

    On the big bed, Jiang Ruan stared at the ceiling, not knowing how long she had been looking.

    It must be Bao Ye who returned.

    It’s rare, he didn’t stay with Su Wan.

    Jiang Ruan’s lips lifted slightly.

    With a "click," the bedroom light was switched on heavily by the man, and then the bathroom door was closed.

    In front of the mirror, Bao Ye stared at his flushed cheeks, a redness that was clearly abnormal.

    But it was much better than when he was irrational a moment ago.

    Almost...almost made a mistake.

    He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed tightly.

    But soon opened them again.

    Gritting his teeth, his forehead and temple were tense, unable to hide the anger in his eyes.

    His own banquet, who dared to y tricks.

    Except for that person.

    Bao Ye couldn’t think of a second person.

    Ha, handing your own son over to another woman.

    Truly his good mother.

    Coldughter danced at the corners of Bao Ye’s lips.

    At this moment, a wave of heat surged again.

    The drug’s effects were overwhelming.

    A painful sound escaped Bao Ye’s throat, he desperately loosened his tie cor, and turned on the faucet, washing his face with cold water.

    Then filled the bathtub with water.

    Red-hot throughout, his hand shaking as it clung to the tub, he was on the verge of losing control again.

    Bao Ye did think about Jiang Ruan.

    If only she cooperated, he could resolve this.

    But after so many years in the circle, he’d been tricked before, this time was different from usual.

    It was intense.

    She was so fragile.

    Her showcase was in a few days.

    He feared losing control and hurting her.

    Couldn’t take it anymore, he was really losing it.

    Without waiting for the bathtub to fill, Bao Ye tumbled directly inside, causing a loud "ssh" sound.

    Outside, Jiang Ruan’s mind was in disarray.

    Upon hearing this sound, she was startled.

    Did he fall?

    Jiang Ruan hurriedly got up from the bed, not even bothering to wear slippers, ran barefoot to the bathroom door.

    The door was locked.

    She knocked on it, "Bao Ye? Are you okay?"

    Jiang Ruan called out anxiously.

    In her impression, Bao Ye had an exceptional tolerance for alcohol, only ever getting others drunk, never like today.

    Silence inside, Jiang Ruan grew terrified, knocking the door constantly, "Bao Ye? How are you, say something, don’t scare me."

    The door was made of golden Nanmu wood.

    Extremely sturdy.

    No movement inside, driven by anxiety, Jiang Ruan was about to turn and find the butler for a key, when she heard a low, hoarse voice from the man, "I’m fine."

    "You go ahead and sleep, I’ll sleep after showering."

    Sshing water sounds came from within.

    He was in the bathtub, bathing.

    Jiang Ruan didn’t hear the shower sound.

    Immediately felt something was amiss.

    Since when did Bao Ye use the bathtub?

    The movement at the door suddenly ceased.

    Bao Ye released a breath, thinking she would listen to him and go back to sleep.

    Originally, he didn’t n toe back tonight. In this state, intended to endure the night at another vi, then return tomorrow.

    But knowing she was at home, for some reason, he didn’t want to go anywhere.

    Bao Ye submerged entirely in the icy water, yet within his bones felt scorched as if on fire, the agony driving him mad.

    With bloodshot eyes, his fingers gripped the bathtub tightly, desperately wanting pain to subdue the heat.

    Heat.

    Really hot.

    "Jiang Ruan," Bao Ye murmured.

    His luxurious tailored suit soaked in water, along with the taste of wine and smoke.

    Wee banquet, ha.

    Apparently, that was her aim.

    Chest pained with suffocation, lips twisted in sarcasm, this was his own mother.

    From the moment of his birth, every love and hatred med on him.

    Labeled him her possession.

    Whatever she wanted to do, she did, never considering his thoughts.

    Bao Ye closed his eyes, suppressing the surging anger.

    His phone left on the basin rang endlessly.

    No response from him.

    Then, the sound of the door lock turning startled him.

    Remaining consciousness urged Bao Ye to open his eyes, scatter vision watching the door being opened.

    His pupils contracted sharply, but upon seeing Jiang Ruan in a white nightgown, hair flowing over her shoulders, the instinctive alertness instantly faded away.

    "Bao Ye!" Jiang Ruan’s frightened voice echoed, "What’s happening to you?"

    She saw water everywhere in the bathroom.

    His phone ringing.

    Unsure who was calling.

    Hey in the bathtub, face intensely red, abnormal redness.