Early the next morning.
Su Ruanruan took Bao Jingse north to City B.
The servants of the Bao Mansion were tight-lipped, not a word leaked out.
Su Ruanruan had inford the two uncles from the Sun family in advance, who approved special treatnt.
Thus, their journey went smoothly.
Within the private jet, the front and back were divided.
There were areas for male and female guests, respectively.
Bao Jingse was still not in good spirits, wearing sunglasses.
She didn’t talk to anyone else.
But the re fact she was willing to leave ho was already quite rare.
She also t Yan Kuan and Qin Chao, referred to by Su Ruanruan, indeed two burly n.
The sort that could knock down two n with one punch each.
Her heart felt a little more at ease.
Su Ruanruan had put on a movie, about to watch together.
Then Bao Ziqi appeared.
He was dressed in a black casual sweater, with coffee-colored trousers beneath.
Refreshingly handso, yet his face was expressionless.
"Su Ruanruan, I have sothing to ask you."
Bao Jingse frowned.
Su Ruanruan patted her gently: "I’ll talk to Ziqi for a mont and co right back."
Bao Jingse looked at the two muscular n and felt very reassured.
Su Ruanruan and Bao Ziqi went to the rear of the plane.
On this trip, Su Ruanruan intended to get along well with him.
She spoke in a gentle tone: "What’s up, is sothing the matter?"
Bao Ziqi knew what his "position" was this ti.
He hated her ruthless heart.
Yet secretly, he was delighted.
He asked her with a cold voice: "Going to City B, what arrangents do you have?"
Su Ruanruan was very patient: "We’ll stay in a hotel villa, and apart from necessary outings, we’ll solve everything like dining within the villa."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away?" Bao Ziqi asked sarcastically.
Su Ruanruan smiled faintly.
She deliberately asked him: "Would you run?"
Bao Ziqi was infuriated.
He put both hands in his pockets and walked back to his seat.
The flight attendant poured him a glass of Romantikonny.
He downed it as if it were plain water.
Yan Kuan and Qin Chao, sitting opposite him, exchanged a glance.
Yan Kuan said: "Miss Su really has a way. Even a great artist has been brought along as a hostage."
Qin Chao laughed naively: "Miss Su said the young master Bao is here as a guest."
...
Bao Ziqi’s mood worsened.
...
Two hours later, the private jet landed at the North Airport of City B.
Sun Jingan arranged for a car to take them to the villa.
The two uncles from the Sun family and their wife had planned to co and visit.
Su Ruanruan declined politely.
She said on the phone: "Maybe in a few days!"
Sun Jingan nodded: "Treatnt is the priority!"
He was concerned about Jingse, so he asked Su Ruanruan about the treatnt plan.
Su Ruanruan gave him one word: "Play."
Sun Jingan held the phone, lost in thought for quite a while.
After a mont, he asked his wife: "Are young people these days different from our ti?"
His wife hung up the phone for him, laughing: "Are you worried? Bao Mingyuan was willing to entrust his lively daughter to Ruanruan."
Speaking of this, Sun Jingan said irritably: "That’s cheap for him!"
He shared with his wife the news of Bao Ziqi accompanying them.
His wife also expressed admiration: "This child, she truly has strategies."
She massaged her husband’s shoulders, speaking softly: "With such a wife for Jingyan, aren’t you happy?"
Sun Jingan patted the back of her hand: "Of course, I am happy."
Afterwards, he sighed with emotion: "Back in the day, if Weilian had half the strategies Ruanruan has, she wouldn’t have let that woman gain the upper hand."
He was in a bad mood.
His wife, understanding of his feelings, rested her head against his.
She whispered softly: "Weilian was kind and has accumulated blessings for her children! Heaven sent Ruanruan to Jingyan and Jingse, with her around, you can rest assured."
Sun Jingan looked at her: "Can playing really cure the illness?"
His wife smiled warmly: "That’s a question for Ruanruan! I certainly don’t understand dical reasoning."
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