h4Chapter 121: Chapter 109: Are You and Su Wan Together?/h4

    Jiang Ruan noticed it early on.

    Bao Ye seemed aloof and unapproachable, and the rumors about him were even more exaggerated—merciless and not interested in women, but in this aspect, he was quite passionate.

    There wasn’t a woman on earth who could refuse.

    Including Jiang Ruan.

    She was immersed in his imposing aura and shared tender moments with him.

    Eventually, Bao Ye returned to normal and carried Jiang Ruan out of the bathtub.

    She was dead tired, letting him tidy up, yet her eyes were open.

    Her lips were swollen; he had bitten them.

    Jiang Ruan sniffed, her tiny face full of stubbornness as she looked at him and said, "You still haven’t answered me."

    "Are you and Su Wan doing well?"

    Bao Ye’s expression remained the same, not a ripple, and he said in a deep voice, "Don’t listen to the gossip."

    "Is it gossip?" Jiang Ruan’s red lips curved, "Why do I feel it’s true? Didn’t everyone say she was your first love, childhood sweetheart? Haven’t you stayed single and unmarried all these years waiting for her toe back?"

    Bao Ye’s dark eyes looked at her.

    "You believe in baseless rumors?"

    Jiang Ruan: "Why wouldn’t I believe?"

    They looked into each other’s eyes, and she smiled bitterly, "No matter how the rumors spread outside, haven’t you ever exined yourself?"

    Bao Ye said indifferently, "No time."

    With those words, he turned on the hairdryer to dry her hair, his slender fingers running through her soft strands.

    Intimate as if they were lovers.

    Bao Ye had done this for her many times.

    But they weren’t lovers.

    Not even a couple.

    If they had to define the rtionship, it would be a poor patron and a canary, a domineering CEO and his kept mistress.

    Jiang Ruan closed her eyes, holding back tears in her eyes, not wanting him to see, it was too embarrassing.

    Jiang Ruan hated herself when she lost control of her emotions like this.

    After drying her hair, Bao Ye tidied himself up, then carried her to the big bed.

    Theyy down together, his embrace was warm, but Jiang Ruan’s heart was cold.

    Momentster, a man’s voice broke the silence.

    "Still awake?"

    Bao Ye knew her too well; he could tell if she was asleep just by her breathing patterns.

    Jiang Ruan didn’t open her eyes, softly responding, "Mm."

    "Tired?" Bao Ye asked, "Does anything hurt?"

    Jiang Ruan shook her head, "It’s all right."

    Clearly not in the mood to continue the conversation.

    In the dim light, Bao Ye looked at her small face, his hand sorge, her cheeks still a bit red.

    There was fatigue in his eyes, yet they were spirited, and thinking about tonight’s events, a touch of intensity crossed the man’s gaze.

    And disappointment.

    But wasn’t he used to it?

    A momentter, Bao Ye spoke, his tone indifferent, "I didn’t know she came back."

    "I didn’t invite her."

    "What about the opening dance?" Jiang Ruan opened her eyes, her gaze bright and mocking, "You didn’t want to dance with her either, was it your mother who forced you?"

    She rarely pressed so aggressively.

    Bao Ye frowned, "Jiang Ruan."

    "Just a dance."

    Yes, just a dance.

    What was she dwelling on?

    Jiang Ruan was irritated, blurting out: "Did you ever have anything with her?"

    "What?"

    "Sleeping together."

    Jiang Ruan said, "Isn’t it said that people in love for the first time are prone to impulsiveness? You’ve been childhood sweethearts for so many years; did you ever have anything with her?"

    She stared at him intently, wanting to get to the bottom of this question.

    This question had been weighing on her mind for a long time.

    She admitted she might be crazy.

    They were both adults.

    Especially in their affluent circles, what was she hoping for—kindergarten-style love?

    But Jiang Ruan just wanted to run into the brick wall.

    She could overlook the past, but what about the future?

    She needed to be clear.

    This man lying beside her—was he also lying in another woman’s bed on some nights?

    At the thought of this, she couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

    As she was thinking, Bao Ye’s voice came through.