h4Chapter 160: Chapter 146: Jiang Ruan Kneels/h4

    Jiang Ruanxin feltplicated and ufortable.

    How could there be such a heartless mother in this world?

    Her heart ached even more for Bao Ye, having such a cold-hearted and emotionless mother; she wondered how he had managed all these years.

    His father severed ties with the Bo family, and his mother is that kind of person.

    Bao Ye is also pitiable.

    What difference does it make for him from having no parents?

    "I told her, but the madam simply doesn’t believe it," the servant sighed, "The madam is just like that, and today is her day of worship. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, Miss Jiang, but if I speak for you, the madam would just send me off with you."

    Jiang Ruan felt herst shred of hope utterly vanish.

    She looked up; today’s weather wasn’t good, the sky was gloomy, but it was far from as dark as her mood was.

    She looked at the servant, sincerely saying, "I understand, thank you."

    "No need to thank me."

    "You should get up."

    Jiang Ruan’s eyes were filled with tears, her legs long since numb from kneeling. Her skin was already delicate, and wearing a short dress, her legs hurt from kneeling on the uneven stone path.

    Yet she still didn’t want to give up.

    Xu Yun, Bao Ye is your real son.

    Jiang Ruan was furious and angry.

    She even wished to rush in to confront that expensively dressed woman exuding noble grace.

    Betrayed by her husband and left with nothing, estranged from her real son—did she really never consider that it might be her own doing?

    Xu Yun not seeing her meant her kneeling here was useless.

    Jiang Ruan’s mood plummeted to a low point.

    She supported herself on the ground with her hands, but as soon as she moved her legs, a sour numbness surged through her.

    She couldn’t help but copse back down.

    "Ah." Jiang Ruan cried out in pain.

    "Miss Jiang!" The servant, seeing her like this, felt a pang of conscience and hurriedly opened the door to run out and help her.

    Helping her up from the ground, "Slowly."

    "Thank you," Jiang Ruan stood upright, grimacing in pain as she spoke.

    Jiang Ruan shrugged off the servant’s arm and took onest look at the vi, the old residence of the Bo family.

    The decoration is extremely luxurious.

    But in her eyes, it seemed no different than a prison.

    Jiang Ruan’s lips curled in mockery, her gaze cold as she turned to move towards the car.

    Her legs wouldn’t stand straight, hobbling as she made her way, her spine stubbornly upright—a pathetic and deste sight.

    The servant watched her limping to the car door, and then drive away.

    Her heart was full of reluctance.

    But there’s nothing she could do, she was just working for the Bo family.

    She couldn’t lose her job for her.

    ncing once more, the servant turned and went back.

    —

    Back at the castle vi, Jiang Ruan called every contact she knew.

    Humbly asking if anyone had connections with the government, or could help her check the passenger list for the flight to South Africa on the 18th.

    All the answers were negative.

    Jiang Ruan also called Sister Qin.

    Hearing her unusual tone, Sister Qin asked, "Is there someone you know on that flight?"

    Jiang Ruan held back tears and replied, "Yes."

    Sister Qin sighed, "You know our circle, no matter how big of a deal you are in the entertainment industry, you might not have contacts with the government. It’s tough."

    "Take care, darling. As the old saying goes, you never know which wille first, tomorrow or an ident. The deceased are gone; we must live well."

    Listening to the constion, Jiang Ruan only felt her heart ache as if it had been stabbed with a knife. Her voice was already hoarse from speaking too much, rasping, "Okay, I understand."

    Hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruan looked at thest few calls left on her phone screen.

    She knew them all.

    None were as well off as she was.

    How could they possibly have contact with the government?