Clearly, it was He who caused trouble for half the night, yet now when mentioned, She feels aggrieved?
No money to offer, only a life.
Quite defiant.
Bao Ye was cultivated since childhood to be the heir of the Bao Family, having witnessed all sorts of sinister events. As the legitimate son of Beijing's most powerful financial family, even those with the highest authority must smile and speak cautiously when facing him.
Who dares to be like her?
No longer want to mingle?
Watching Jiang Ruan bite her lower lip tightly, her small face covered with tears, continuously sobbing, looking as if she suffered a great injustice.
Did He bully her?
Her mistake; he couldn't even mention it?
Bao Ye impatiently said, "Stop crying."
Bao Ye didn't know how to comfort people.
Nor did he have the habit of comforting others.
Being yelled at, Jiang Ruan felt even more aggrieved.
Large teardrops rolled down.
She didn't want to cry either, but for some reason, she just couldn't hold back her tears now.
Tears blurred her vision as she raised her hand to wipe them, glaring stubbornly at him with her little face.
Just like when Bao Ye first saw her.
Bao Ye knew that Jiang Ruan, who seemed soft and weak, had a rebellious spirit within like a wild horse.
Yet the more she was like this, the more he felt the desire to conquer, wanting to tame this wild horse.
Men are inherently masochistic.
Seeing her crying non-stop, Bao Ye's forehead and temples tightened, his dark eyes full of agitation, and he reached out to directly take off his robe.
Cold white skin instantly exposed to the air.
The wild eight-pack abs, the extending V-line, each enticing and alluring.
"Not done crying?"
Bao Ye bent down, carrying Jiang Ruan towards the bedroom's large bed.
Suddenly lifted off the ground, Jiang Ruan was startled.
With a sobbing tone: "Bao Ye, what are you doing!"
"Let me go!"
Jiang Ruan struggled.
Bao Ye threw her onto the bed; the white dress-wearing Jiang Ruan lay on the dark green silk bed like a blooming white magnolia.
A strong color impact.
Bao Ye's Adam's apple rolled as his gaze fell on her snow-white skin, reddened eyes, and that delicate, charming little face.
She backed away, but he reached out to grab her ankle to pull her back.
"Where are you running?"
"Ah…" Jiang Ruan screamed, "Bao Ye, you bastard, let me go!"
After cursing, Jiang Ruan stopped stunned.
What did she curse him with? Bastard?
Instantly Jiang Ruan felt a sense of ominous foreboding.
And the man's face directly darkened.
The slender ankle, almost skin and bones, was fragile in his palm, seemingly about to break with a forceful grip.
Bao Ye leaned over, his long legs restraining her calves, fingers grasping her chin, his voice cold, "Called me a bastard?"
"Have I indulged you too much, Jiang Ruan?"
"Alright then, let's show you what a bastard is like."
With that said, the sound of ripping fabric was followed by the girl's scream echoing in the room.
Jiang Ruan's high-priced custom-made white dress turned to shreds in his hands, thrown off the bed by Bao Ye.
"Isn't crying not enough?"
"How about crying on the bed."
Bao Ye's icy voice came, like an unquestionable emperor issuing a decree.
Jiang Ruan was like a doll being manipulated in his arms, with no choice.
She bit her lip tightly, staring stubbornly at him.
Bastard, bastard!
Listening to the plastic bag tearing open, soon followed by intimate contact with him.
Jiang Ruan successfully couldn't cry anymore.
However, although last night they were passionate, tonight he seemed famished.
Finally, she was so exhausted, lying in his arms, breathing.
The bedroom was a complete mess.
As if it just experienced a war.
Bao Ye carried her to the bathroom to shower, meanwhile letting the servants clean up.
When the servants came in and saw the state of affairs, they were stunned.
Mr. Bao really… pampers Miss Jiang!
In the bathroom, Bao Ye had multiple mirrors installed on the walls.
Being carried in by him, seeing the mirrors, Jiang Ruan just wanted to escape.
She had a sense of ominous foreboding.
But before moving a step, she was dragged over by Bao Ye.
"Where are you going, hmm?"
His hoarse voice came like a spell, the man filled with hormones when consumed by desire.
In the end, a series of marks appeared in the mirror!
Jiang Ruan successfully cried again, infuriated by Bao Ye!
Wrapped in a bath towel, back on the clean bed after being tidied by servants, Jiang Ruan sobbed, ignoring him completely.
Lying on the soft bed with the scent of cologne, Jiang Ruan turned her back on him.
Clearly cutting ties.
Bao Ye's dark eyes stared at the dense traces on her back, breathing heavily, emotions flashed deep in his eyes.
He reached out to hug her waist, trying to pull her into his arms.
But she remained still and deliberately straightened her back.
Quite stubborn.
"Come here."
A commanding tone.
In the end, Jiang Ruan was forced to turn around, her eyes red, looking pitifully at him.
Only a dim yellow night lamp remained in the bedroom.
His thin lips were tight, his black eyes cold, staring at her for a while, wiping tears from her eye corner with his fingertip: "Why are you crying?"
"Didn't let you cum?"
The man's voice was indifferent, bluntly speaking such blatant words.
Jiang Ruan stared at him, her ear roots crimson.
What kind of absurd talk is this.
Never expected such words to emanate from Bao Ye's mouth.
She snorted, then turned her head away.
Bao Ye's voice came again: "Don't push your luck."
Hearing this, Jiang Ruan's eyelashes twitched lightly.
He's always like this, in an imposing manner, always commanding towards her.
In his eyes, she's like an ant with no presence.
Indeed, she's just his paid lover.
A lover, what kind of presence could she wish for?
Tears seeped from the corners of Jiang Ruan's eyes as she faced away from him, biting her lip, unable to control her emotions.
In the end, she couldn't hold back, sobbing audibly.
"Bao Ye, let's break up."
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