h4Chapter 162: Chapter 148: Bao Ye Is Back/h4

    The man arrived covered in dust, his brow furrowed, and exhaustion filled his eyes.

    He stepped forward one step at a time on the stairs.

    From downstairs came the sound of Chen Nan talking to the servants, moving luggage.

    They had just gotten off the ne; Bao Ye didn’t go anywhere else, and he hadn’t rested well these past few days. At this moment, he was at the end of his exhaustion.

    Chen Nan advised him thating back tomorrow wouldn’t be toote.

    There’s no rush at the moment.

    But in a strange environment, Bao Ye couldn’t sleep peacefully at all, especially without her by his side.

    There was no way he could fall asleep.

    He might as welle straight back.

    The trip to South Africa was overall rtively smooth, but filled with hardships. The ce was inherently chaotic, unlike the orderly conditions back home.

    Bao Ye wanted to start a new project there, to build his own business empire, which was akin topeting with the local powers for territory.

    But Bao Ye wasn’t afraid.

    The business world is like a battlefield; if you’re capable, you take the territory from him.

    He, Bao Ye, isn’t a pushover.

    Pressing his weary brow bone, Bao Ye entered the bedroom. It was pitch ck inside, no lights on. The man couldn’t help but raise his brow—did she go to sleep this early?

    In Bao Ye’s impression, Jiang Ruan was not someone who obediently slept early.

    But it was indeed possible; maybe she was too tired from filming.

    Turning on the light, he saw a bulge in the middle of the big bed.

    The air was filled with a faint scent, a familiar one, unique to her. Bao Ye’s tense cells instantly rxed.

    His brows eased as he stepped forward.

    As he approached, he heard her murmuring in a tearful voice as if trapped in a nightmare: "No... Bao Ye... don’t die! Don’t leave me, Bao Ye..."

    Bao Ye’s face slightly changed; his dark eyes were full of waves. Was this a nightmare?

    And she dreamed he died?

    Bao Ye couldn’t help but let out a sarcasticugh.

    Kneeling on one knee on the bed, he raised his hand to gently touch her cheek: "Jiang Ruan, wake up, you’re having a nightmare."

    But he found her skin burning hot, her cheeks unnaturally red, her face covered in sweat, and she kept moving.

    It was only then that Bao Ye realized something was wrong.

    Downstairs, the servants were chatting with Chen Nan, who, in their eyes, was the most handsome man besides Mr. Bao.

    Handsome, gentle, and with a sense of humor.

    Every time he came, he made them giggle.

    At this moment, from upstairs, Bao Ye’s urgent andmanding voice suddenly rang out.

    "Go get the doctor for me!"

    "Hurry!"

    Hearing this, the servants and Chen Nan’s faces changed drastically.

    They didn’t even have time for jokes.

    The servants quickly replied, "Yes!"

    Turned around and rushed to find the doctor.

    The castle kept a doctor.

    Looking towards the stairs, Chen Nan had never seen Bao Ye with such a nervous expression. He asked with concern, "Mr. Bao, is Miss Jiang feeling unwell?"

    Bao Ye’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse: "She’s running a fever, a high fever."

    Chen Nan said, "Don’t worry, the doctor ising right away."

    "Miss Jiang has always been healthy, rarely gets sick. It shouldn’t be anything serious..."

    Before he could finish, Bao Ye interrupted him directly.

    The man’s face was full of hostility, his deep voice as cold and ruthless as a Rakshasa: "Chen Nan, go investigate for me."

    "Where did she go today, who did she meet, what happened, I need to know everything!"

    Thinking of the dense wounds on her legs.

    Large bruises.

    Clearly caused by prolonged kneeling.

    Bao Ye was furious.

    Damn it.

    How dare they make his woman kneel?

    They deserved to die.

    After speaking, Bao Ye turned and went back to the bedroom.

    Watching his figure disappear, Chen Nan also guessed that something must have happened to Jiang Ruan.

    Otherwise, Mr. Bao wouldn’t be this angry.