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Fallen To The Ruthless Obssessive CEO

Chapter 165 - 151: I Know

Author: Wen Ruotian
updatedAt: 2026-01-20

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Chen Nan had never seen Bao Ye cry before, no matter how much pressure he was under, Bao Ye always remained expressionless.

Even cold-hearted and indifferent.

In both public and private matters, Bao Ye was a rationalist, always maintaining his own principles.

But now, Chen Nan saw him cry, the tear at the corner of his eye a steely proof.

Chen Nan knew that Mr. Bao was heartbroken for Miss Jiang.

He always thought Mr. Bao treated Miss Jiang so well, yet sometimes Miss Jiang was unappreciative.

Chen Nan always believed that in the rtionship between Mr. Bao and Miss Jiang, Mr. Bao was the one who gave the most.

But when he uncovered all those affairs, Chen Nan was simply shocked.

He never expected that Miss Jiang could go this far for Mr. Bao.

If she didn’t love him, how could she do all this?

The two of them, clearly, had fallen in love with each other long ago.

Yet one was silent and reserved, the other had strong pride.

Neither of them dared to say they loved each other.

Chen Nan couldn’t help but sigh.

Returning to his senses, Bao Ye raised his hand coldly to wipe away the tear from the corner of his eye, as if the teardrop just now was merely an illusion.

But the surging waves of hisplex gaze clearly highlighted his heart wasn’t as calm as his appearance.

Bao Ye now understood.

Why Jiang Ruan cried and begged him not to die.

She thought he was on that ne that had an ident.

Did she kneel to Xu Yun for him?

Did she plead with everyone she knew for him?

When he thought of her bowing her head, full of grievances, begging others, just to check if his name was on that list.

Bao Ye’s heart ached.

The tips of his fingers resting on his knee couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

After a moment, a man’s low and hoarse voice sounded, "You can go back now."

Chen Nan was worried about him, "Mr. Bao, please take it easy."

"Miss Jiang did this all out of love for you. I can see it, you love Miss Jiang too, it’s just that neither of you are used to saying it out loud."

An insider is confused, an outsider is clear.

As an outsider, Chen Nan actually saw it all clearly.

"I know."

The man’s voice was even hoarser, his lowered brows full of shadows, making it difficult for others to see his true emotions.

Knowing that Jiang Ruan loves him.

He knew this long ago.

From the time she was a stranger to him, to gradually relying on him, he already had a premonition in his heart.

But Bao Ye never wanted to believe it.

He was an idealist.

Born without love, never pursuing love.

Because from birth to now, in his world, there was only family, only interests and weighing pros and cons.

The old man taught him that way too.

So much so, in his mind, there was simply no such thing as love.

He alone was the king.

To be the highest authority in the Bo family.

To lead the Bao Family to a more glorious future.

He did not believe in love either.

Chen Nan knew that saying more was useless, matters of the heart have to be figured out by themselves.

Seeing Bao Ye’s expression, it was clear that Miss Jiang’s actions this time really struck him hard.

So he spoke, "Mr. Bao, then I shall take my leave."

Chen Nan stood up, "If there’s anything, please text me anytime."

Bao Ye didn’t lift his eyes, his tone was indifferent, "Mm."

After Chen Nan left, the living room instantly returned to dead silence.

Bao Ye sat on the sofa for a long time, only feeling a dry difort in his throat and an uncontainable restlessness in his heart.

He got up to go to the wine cab, took out a bottle of red wine, uncapped it, and poured himself a ss in a gulp.

He tipped his head back and drank it all down.

The high-acidity, spicy red wine, he poured a whole ss down his throat.

Drinking too quickly.

He was choked.

Setting down the ss, he leaned on the table, coughed a few times, the ends of his long eyes were all wetness, and his dark pupils were streaked with bloodshot, wild and disheveled.

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