Jiang Ruan was not unfamiliar with this document; it was the agreement the two of them had signed three years ago, and she knew it by heart.
Picking up the document, she turned to the first page.
A total of eight pages.
At the last page, she said, "The document is clear, you promised to set me free after three years…"
Bao Ye interrupted her, "The last line."
Jiang Ruan was puzzled, but when she saw the content of the last line, her round and bright pupils suddenly widened.
"Unless Bao Ye proposes the breakup, Jiang Ruan needs to pay Bao Ye a breakup fee of three hundred million?"
Jiang Ruan read aloud in a sharp voice.
Three hundred million???
Damn.
This document must be fake.
How did she not notice this detail when she signed it back then?
Jiang Ruan's mind went completely blank, her eyes widened like Tongling, staring directly at the words in the document, disbelief written all over her eyes.
And in front of her, Bao Ye had already stood up, his full set of black suits accentuating his cold temperament, exuding an aura of authority.
With long fingers tidying his tie, Bao Ye glanced at Jiang Ruan lightly and said in a low voice, "Didn't you want to break up? I'll wait for your payment."
"You should know the card number, ready at any time."
This is three hundred million!
Not three million!
What does three hundred million mean; converted into RMB, it could kill a living person without leaving a breath.
Jiang Ruan was anxious, "Did you change this document, Bao Ye, you can't do this."
"You can't be this despicable!"
She could afford three million.
But three hundred million, even if she exhausted herself making movies for a lifetime, she wouldn't earn that much money.
"Despicable?" Bao Ye sneered, his dark pupils appearing slightly cold as he looked at her, indifferent as ever.
The height difference made Jiang Ruan seem especially small even when she was standing.
"Didn't you sign the words on it?"
With one hand in his pocket, Bao Ye said, "Why didn't you look when you signed the document?"
"Can't you see if it has been changed?"
As someone who's been a company leader for years, his natural aura was something Jiang Ruan could not suppress.
With just a couple of sentences, Jiang Ruan's face turned green with anger, but the clear words Jiang Ruan on the document were indeed her signature.
Jiang Ruan didn't even know why she didn't check carefully back then; she probably signed after just a glance.
She could only blame herself for being too young and too naive at the time.
She thought he was a good person.
Watching Bao Ye turn to leave, that long back full of indifference, black seemed to be born for him.
Jiang Ruan was maddened, picking up the document in her hand and throwing it directly.
To break up, she had to give him three hundred million.
Damn it, three hundred million.
Where would she get that kind of money?
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to keep her as his underground lover for life, unable to have a normal love life for the rest of her life.
Bao Ye, you're truly ruthless.
Jiang Ruan's eyes instantly reddened, feeling more wronged the more she thought about it, she turned around and went upstairs just to cry.
Cried a good cry lying on the bed.
Staring at the ceiling, Jiang Ruan figured it out; no matter what Bao Ye did, could he really restrict her freedom?
She should continue making films and earning money as she should.
If she met a man she liked, she didn't believe that if she cheated on him, he'd still want her.
Thinking this way, her mood suddenly brightened.
After bathing and doing her makeup, she called her girlfriends and went out shopping.
Anyway, she was about to start on a project, she was just going to shop, shop, shop, buy, buy, buy.
Max out his card.
Piss him off.
Jiang Ruan thought vindictively.
—
In the group's office, Chen Nan looked at the man with a dark face sitting on the office chair, who was reading a document.
Mr. Bao had never come to the company this late since taking over as CEO, working diligently to expand the Bao Family tenfold in just a few years.
Every day, he either arrived before the employees or was on his way for various business trips.
But today, not only did he come so late.
He also looked very upset, seemed quite angry.
Could he have had a fight with Miss Jiang?
Chen Nan speculated.
"Chen Nan," Bao Ye suddenly spoke.
Chen Nan shuddered, his heart trembling, quickly walking over, "Mr. Bao."
Thinking he was caught slacking, Chen Nan was very nervous.
But then he heard Bao Ye frown and coldly ask, "Do all women like to be unreasonable?"
Chen Nan was silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
But it was clear that Bao Ye had a disagreement with Miss Jiang.
Thinking about it, Chen Nan replied very seriously, "Most of them are like that."
"But it actually depends on the situation."
Bao Ye glanced at him, his tone indifferent, "What situations?"
"Men and women have different needs. For women, they not only want material satisfaction, but also need spiritual satisfaction, especially the company and concern from men."
The last sentence was said very softly by Chen Nan.
Simultaneously, he sneaked a peek at Bao Ye's expression.
Mr. Bao was busy to death every day, either working or on business trips, where would he find time to keep a woman company?
Sure enough, he heard Bao Ye say meaningfully, "You know quite a bit."
"It must feel like a grievance to be an assistant."
Chen Nan instantly became timid, chuckling, "No grievance, no grievance."
"Being Mr. Bao's assistant is my fortune."
Chen Nan quickly flattered.
Bao Ye gave him a glance, saying nothing.
But his time was limited.
Spending every day with her, how could that be possible?
"So she wants to break up with me just because I don't spend time with her?" Bao Ye frowned, asking in a frustrated tone.
And hearing those words, Chen Nan was completely stunned, "Break… breakup?"
"Miss Jiang wants to break up with you?"
Chen Nan's voice went up several decibels.
He was very shocked.
Oh my, what explosive international news.
The women lining up to be Mr. Bao's lover in Beijing could stretch to France, and yet Miss Jiang wanted to break up?
Truly didn't know the blessing she was in.
Bao Ye looked annoyed, dropping the pen in his hand, holding the Buddha Beads, and coldly staring at him, "Do you need a loudspeaker?"
So the whole company knows.
That he, Bao Ye, was dumped by a woman.
What a huge joke.
Especially since this woman was the one he didn't want to let go of right now.
Bao Ye felt a headache coming.
Chen Nan hurriedly said, "No need, no need."
"So Miss Jiang wants to break up with you because you don't spend time with her?"
Bao Ye didn't change his tone, "I don't know."
A few minutes later, he added, "Not entirely."
Chen Nan was gossipy, "Then why?"
Bao Ye frowned, his thin lips tightly pressed.
Thinking of what Jiang Ruan had said earlier in the day.
His mistress.
In the shadows.
He had never thought of it that way.
It's just…
Bao Ye found his thoughts annoying, and being looked at by Chen Nan, he hesitated for a moment, his thin lips moving slightly, just about to say something.
When Chen Nan's phone vibrated dozens of times in succession.
"Mr. Bao, it's Miss Jiang's spending record."
"Using your card."
"New World Department Store GUCCI, one million."
"Great Eastern Square LV counter, eight hundred thousand."
"Chanel counter, six hundred thousand."
...
Chen Nan's eyes widened.
In just less than an hour, there were a dozen spending records.
Worth nearly ten million.
Miss Jiang was deliberately angering Mr. Bao, engaging in retaliatory spending.
But the money, Chen Nan truly felt the sting.
"Give it to me."
Bao Ye's voice came over.
Chen Nan handed him the phone, quietly observing the man's expression, but saw it was still cold and emotionless, making it hard to discern any feelings.
So Mr. Bao was this angry, or not angry?
Chen Nan blinked.
The air was excessively tense.
Chen Nan felt a tingling on his scalp.
Seeing the man's indifferent expression.
Chen Nan mulled for a moment, just as he wanted to say: [Mr. Bao, Miss Jiang is upset, how about we stop her from making large purchases by giving you a heads up.]
The words were on the tip of his tongue.
But he saw the man sliding the screen, still cool and detached, without showing his emotions. Then he said: