The man's tone was full of irrefutable authority, cold and deep, as Jiang Ruan raised her eyes, Bao Ye's dark eyes stared straight at her.
Perhaps because she had been bowing her head for too long, Jiang Ruan never refused in front of him.
But starting today, not anymore.
Biting her red lips, she stood up straight, stood before him, and said while looking down: "Does Mr. Bao want to talk to me about breaking up?"
Pretentious.
Like a hedgehog covered in spikes.
Bao Ye's dark eyes narrowed slightly, watching her expressionlessly, the Buddha Beads in his hand rotating, making a creaking sound.
Even though the man was just sitting there, not saying anything, his whole aura was chillingly intimidating.
The entire living room was quiet.
"Yes." He responded, pointing to the spot beside him with his fingers, still holding the Buddha Beads: "Sit."
But Jiang Ruan sat down opposite him.
This was the farthest position from Bao Ye.
Bao Ye's face turned completely dark.
Taking a breath, he spoke up.
"Are you sure you want to break up with me?"
Jiang Ruan nodded: "Yes."
"Three years ago I had hit a dead end, it was you who came with money to help me out, and for that, I am incredibly grateful to Mr. Bao. But these three years I've been your secret lover, it should be enough."
Jiang Ruan's red lips curled up, staring directly at the man, with a faint mockery: "You can't possibly want me to be your lover for a lifetime, right?"
Bao Ye's brows furrowed: "I never said you were a lover."
"But isn't that the truth?" Jiang Ruan laughed: "Otherwise, announce to the world that I, Jiang Ruan, am your woman, Bao Ye? Would you?"
The girl's sharp and blunt words came out, directly confronting Bao Ye, without giving him a moment's pause.
He hesitated, even surprised.
In his eyes, Jiang Ruan had always been a compliant, obedient woman.
In the past three years, she had never disobeyed him.
No matter what he said, she would obediently agree.
Always listened to him.
But now, she dared to question him.
Bao Ye was silent for a moment.
But in Jiang Ruan's view, that was the best response, her eyes couldn't help but tear up, but she forced herself to endure: "See, Mr. Bao knows better than anyone, right? We're just from different worlds."
"Who are you anyway, the famous heir of the Bao Group in the Capital City, Mr. Bao, what don't you have? I'm just an insignificant third-tier star, for someone as significant as Mr. Bao, how could you possibly marry someone of my status."
"If I'm not your lover, what am I?"
There was a moment of silence in the air.
Bao Ye's deep voice sounded: "My woman."
Jiang Ruan's heart skipped a beat, looking at the man, their eyes met, in the past, those four words would have truly made her happy.
But now.
"Mr. Bao doesn't lack women, if you wanted, the entire Beijing's women could be yours."
Jiang Ruan said.
"Jiang Ruan!" Bao Ye was already on the edge of losing his cool, the veins on the back of his hand holding the Buddha Beads protruding, he interrupted coldly: "Don't be too presumptuous."
How did she take him for?
Was he, Bao Ye, the kind of man who would want any woman?
"How could I dare?" Jiang Ruan mocked: "Just speaking the truth."
"Let's break up, I don't want anything here, all I want is freedom."
"If you're not satisfied, I can even return the three million to you."
She said lightly, seriously.
Completely uninterested in anything here.
In these three years, Bao Ye had often bought her clothes and bags, a whole 400 square meter dressing room, filled to the brim by him.
The price tags could frighten someone to death.
Not to mention the top luxury jewelry in the adjacent room, also 400 square meters, enough to open a museum.
But so what.
Jiang Ruan seldom wore or used them.
Her innate stubbornness, she didn't want to fully become a caged bird kept by Bao Ye.
Furthermore, those things didn't belong to her either.
She was just a temporary owner of them.
Listening to the woman insist on severing ties with her merciless words, Bao Ye's dark eyes deepened, stopping the movement of his fingertips that were playing with the Buddha Beads.
The Buddha Beads that had been constantly rubbed by him had become warm, not so cold.
But as soon as he stopped, they quickly turned cold again.
Bao Ye put them on his right wrist slowly, a heavy string, as if it weighed not on his veins but on his heart.
He casually picked up a document and threw it onto the table.
"Take a look at this."