Jiang Ruan rarely cried in front of him and instantly felt embarrassed, wanting to bow her head to wipe her tears herself, but he pinched her chin and lifted it up.
Bao Ye lowered his head, getting close to her face covered with tear stains, looking extremely aggrieved, his dark eyes somber, "Why are you crying?"
He laughed angrily, "You feel wronged?"
"I've been working overtime at the company for half a month, flying on planes at midnight, the day before yesterday in M Country, yesterday in G City, and today finally returning from Europe, didn't even eat, and got dragged by you to drunkenly make a fuss and cry."
"Not throwing you out is already my considerable patience with you."
"Jiang Ruan, don't push your luck."
The cold words came from the man's thin lips, and his angular face was indifferent. Bao Ye naturally had good looks, and even within the entertainment industry, there was no one comparable to this cold face.
Actors' expressions are acted out.
Acted out indifference and coldness.
But Bao Ye had it naturally.
Born with, naturally carrying the intimidation of a superior, speaking like stabbing a knife, directly reaching into one's heart.
Jiang Ruan had already felt wronged today, and being treated like this by him made her feel even more aggrieved.
Teardrops fell from her cheeks, patter patter.
Hot teardrops trickled down onto Bao Ye's hand.
The temperature was clearly apparent.
She stubbornly sobbed, "Then throw me out."
Throw me away.
Then I wouldn't be Bao Ye's shameful mistress anymore, just the actress Jiang Ruan.
Go find your Beijing Circle socialites.
Don't want me anymore.
Bao Ye's temples throbbed with her words, almost wanting to actually throw her out.
How did it come to this, keeping a woman only to be treated like a nuisance, clearly treating her like a deity? After all, why should he, Bao Ye, have to bow his head and coax and apologize to a woman?
Don't even think about it.
Frustration bubbled in his chest, but after being together for three years, nobody understood Jiang Ruan's temperament better than him.
She was very smart, very obedient, rarely like this.
The man wiped away her tears with the rough pad of his calloused finger, it wasn't gentle, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone softened: "What happened?"
Jiang Ruan sobbed, turning her head away.
"Were you bullied?"
The man asked, his voice cold.
Jiang Ruan just lowered her head, refusing to say anything.
Stubborn as stone.
So stubborn and obstinate.
Bao Ye couldn't do anything about her, could only investigate it tomorrow, and reached out to pinch her cheek without restraint.
She gasped in pain, holding her face and glaring at him.
He snorted coldly, "You can only act tough with me."
Saying that, he picked her up by the waist and headed to the bathroom for a bath.
Bao Ye was a germaphobe, bathing after was a necessity, but helping Jiang Ruan bathe was the first time.
Outside the window, the rain pattered down, while the hot water in the bathroom was warm and inviting.
Bao Ye preferred the cold tone of the Cholong fragrance.
Lying on the gilded and luxurious bed, listening to the raindrops outside, Jiang Ruan's nose was filled with the scent exclusively belonging to the man.
After years of intimacy, she had long been accustomed to his scent and now only felt secure and at ease.
The faint yellow glow enveloped the man's sharply defined face, his eyes closed.
Suddenly thinking of something, Jiang Ruan gently poked his waist, and instantly, the man opened his eyes.
His dark eyes were filled with fatigue and drowsiness, the red threads in his eyes weaving together, obviously not having rested well for a long time.
"Not enough?" a hoarse male voice came, filled with drowsiness, Jiang Ruan blinked, not understanding: "Huh?"
What not enough?
Her confused, innocent face fell into Bao Ye's eyes, without makeup, she looked like a fairy-like girl, lively big eyes, pink lips, and radiated charm.
Bao Ye's dark eyes flickered, he grasped her waist, and directly turned over onto her.
"Then let's continue."
In such matters, it was always her conceding and pleading for mercy, Bao Ye never conceded.
His belief was.
If you can't satisfy your woman, what kind of man are you?
Didn't she touch his waist, wanting, affection?
It was surprising; before, she'd cry and beg for mercy in no time, now she improved.
He was improving too.
Seeing Bao Ye about to lower his head to kiss, Jiang Ruan realized what he meant by not enough and what continuing meant.
Jiang Ruan was both laughing and crying, reaching out to push his face: "No, Bao Ye, I didn't mean that."
Bao Ye turned his head, hoarsely, "Then what do you mean?"
"Touching my waist, isn't that what you wanted?"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She didn't want that at all.
So exhausted.
Jiang Ruan: "I was wondering if you wanted to eat something. You haven't eaten anything."
"Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Bao Ye paused, and rolled over to lie beside her.
His long arm stretched out, pulling her into his embrace; although she was slim, there was flesh where there should be.
Holding her soft and tender body was rather comfortable.
"Not eating."
"Sleep."
Two words, two words commanding.
Jiang Ruan was forced to be cuddled, she looked up at him, the man had already closed his eyes.
From this angle, his tense jawline, his smoothly lined profile, his lightly colored thin lips.
Hormones emanated from every part.
His skin was excellent because he had a dedicated beautician, even better than those who had injections in the entertainment industry.
Looking at him, Jiang Ruan's heartbeat uncontrollably accelerated, spending days and nights with such a perfect and powerful man.
And doing those things.
It was a lie to say she wasn't moved at all.
But...
But whatever, let it be.
Jiang Ruan sighed softly.
But lying in his embrace could really make her forget all the unpleasantness she encountered that night.
Indeed, she got drunk today because she was bullied.
But the entertainment industry was like that; only when strong enough to make everyone look up to you, no one would dare to bully you.
Otherwise, you could only compromise.
The reason she didn't tell him was because she wanted to solve her problems herself.
No matter what, she never thought of relying on him.
She was his secret lover, but not his kept bird in a gilded cage.
She had pride, ambition.
Jiang Ruan secretly vowed to herself, to work harder in her career.
To become stronger and stronger.
Soon, Jiang Ruan fell asleep.
And when he heard the steady breathing of the girl in his arms, the man in the dark opened his eyes.
Bao Ye had severe insomnia.
In certain environments, he could even survive on just over ten hours of sleep in seven days and nights, averaging less than two hours a day.
But now, he looked down at the person in his arms.
She slept soundly, his arms tightened, holding her slender waist.
His dark eyes, complex and cold, stared at her delicate face, then closed his eyes.
Soon, two breathing sounds intertwined.
The next day.