"...Bao Ye, sob sob sob..."
The soft, slightly hoarse sobs of a young girl could be heard.
The man paid no attention, his thin lips capturing hers in a kiss.
His eyes, as dark as black holes, seed exceptionally cold.
After a long ti, Bao Ye’s right hand, adorned with a string of Buddha Beads, easily pinched her chin. His dark eyes flickered with a chill as he chuckled lightly, "Not causing a scene anymore?"
Jiang Ruan propped herself up against the arm entwined around her waist. The alcohol faded, and her mind beca half-clear. At this mont, her eyes were red like a rabbit’s, filled with tears as she looked at him.
Her red lips were pressed together, holding back, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen red as if she had suffered a great grievance.
She choked out a soft "Mm."
She conceded.
But in the man’s eyes, the desire hadn’t faded; instead, it grew even stronger, like a beast in the forest seeing prey, eager to conquer.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, his beaded hand audaciously gripping her red lips, and his thin lips curled into a sinister smile.
"Weren’t you quite good at causing a scene?"
"Why stop now, hmm?"
The man dragged out the last sound, leisurely, yet as if slowly executing her through a thousand cuts.
Jiang Ruan’s mind was dizzy, devoid of strength, all thanks to him.
This ti, it wasn’t Bao Ye’s fault; she was the one who had drunk too much and ca back causing trouble, crying and kicking up a fuss. Bao Ye, unlike usual, didn’t walk away, which was already a rare rcy.
Who was she, and who was Bao Ye?
She was just a small-ti celebrity.
Bao Ye, the Prince of Beijing Circle, head of the Bao Group, worth billions, whom everyone respectfully called Mr. Bao at the re sight of him.
Adored by all, like a patron and benefactor.
And she, rely a secret lover bought for three million, not worthy of being seen.
A re entertainer, never able to stand on the Prince’s stage.
She was fully aware of their vast disparity, knowing that sooner or later, Bao Ye would find a powerful and well-matched socialite from Beijing for a marriage alliance.
And she would have to return to where she ca from.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved Jiang Ruan felt.
With her head lowered, she bit her red lips tightly, ignoring his words, knowing her own place.
Seeing her lower her head without speaking, Bao Ye assud she was being stubborn.
How could soone in his position tolerate anyone not listening to him? He imdiately pinched Jiang Ruan’s chin and lifted it.
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
"Have you grown so nerve?"
A chilly, oppressive voice followed.
Until he saw her blushing cheeks, tears streaming down her face, her eyes swollen red as she continued to sob and cry.
Their eyes t.
Her thick, tear-stained eyelashes trembled gently, and her upturned nose was reddened.
Words stopped dead on Bao Ye’s lips.
His dark eyes quivered slightly.
He felt a pang of sympathy...
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