CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 275: ENCOUNTERING BAO YE

The entertainment industry never lacks beautiful women, and the array of female celebrities before her dazzled the eyes — pure, sultry, you name it.

Jiang Ruan curved her red lips into a smile, picked up the red wine from the waiter’s tray, and casually flattered, "Oh, I’m getting fat recently, can’t compare to you all, each skinnier than the last."

Teasingly, Jiang Ruan said, making the female celebrities instantly delighted.

They all chimed in.

"You call this fat? Your figure is simply too amazing."

"If I were a man, I’d definitely be enchanted by you."

"Exactly, exactly."

"Come on, let’s clink glasses."

Jiang Ruan raised her wine glass to them, and after a few words, they all dispersed.

After all, in such settings, everyone has their own agendas.

More willing to chat with high society families or bosses to build ladders for their careers in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Ruan had long been accustomed to these scenes; she finished her red wine and picked up her skirt to head toward the bar.

What met her eyes were faces engaged in lively conversations.

Laughter continually filled her ears.

It seemed so friendly, relationships appearing so good.

But Jiang Ruan clearly saw those female celebrities flattered by the business magnates, who were in their forties, could be father figures, pot-bellied, faces greasy.

Their eyes full of cunning, calculation, and lust.

Even not far away, someone had already made a move.

Yet the female celebrity appeared shy, avoiding them, but it was really the art of coy retreat, making the boss feel itchingly tempted.

Jiang Ruan had seen too many of such scenes.

Sitting alone at the bar, she drank and didn’t really want to converse with them.

She was just here to participate in tonight’s banquet.

As for resources or whatever.

In all of Beijing, who could be bigger than Bao Ye?

Her red lips curved in a smile, both prideful and gleeful; Jiang Ruan inexplicably felt like seeing a man, so she took out her phone from her bag.

Then she saw that Bao Ye had replied to her.

Jiang Ruan’s dark eyes immediately lit up, staring at the screen, her boredom instantly lifted.

Bao Ye: [Hmm.]

Bao Ye had also arrived.

Jiang Ruan put down her wine glass, lifted her skirt, got down from the chair, took her phone, grabbed her bag, and turned to walk towards the hotel area.

Passing by familiar celebrities who greeted her.

Jiang Ruan enthusiastically responded.

Crossing the garden, entering the music hall, Jiang Ruan scanned the area, searching for Bao Ye’s figure.

The banquet had already begun.

Bao Ye wasn’t the type to be late.

He must have already arrived.

Finally, as Jiang Ruan treaded through more than half of the banquet scene in her seven-centimeter high heels.

She saw, a few meters away by the fountain, a man in a black suit standing, face cold, holding a glass of red wine between his fingers, standing imposingly, conversing with two young men beside him.

Bao Ye was very striking and unique in appearance.

Just by standing there, he was a sight to behold.

Yet, like his usual style, his whole being exuded coldness, every gesture making people feel unapproachable.

And indeed, that was the case.

No matter how long she’d been with him, as soon as they parted, seeing him outside made Jiang Ruan think the same.

Jiang Ruan had some impression of the looks of the other two men.

One was a Cartier organizer.

The other was also an heir of some wealthy family.

Indeed, with Bao Ye’s status.

Anyone who could chat and converse with him must be someone of identity and status.

Bao Ye didn’t notice her; she just watched him silently.

Staring for quite a while.

She thought of what Bao Ye said about sixth sense.

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips; see, he didn’t notice, right?

But just as she was thinking that, his gaze unexpectedly turned towards her.