She is a rational person.
He has always known this about her.
That's why he was attracted to her initially, because he is also someone with strong self-control.
Feeling his anger dissipate, he said, "I told you, you can do anything you want in the entertainment industry, if anything happens, I'll handle it."
"Except for illegal things."
As long as it doesn't involve breaking the rules, she could stir up a storm in the entertainment industry.
He could clean up the mess for her.
"But I don't want to trouble you," Jiang Ruan said, and honestly, hearing this warmed her heart.
"Do you think I'm afraid of trouble?"
"It's just a matter of a few words."
Jiang Ruan listened, her eyelashes lightly quivering, but she said nothing.
He was just saying that because he felt like it now.
She doesn't like asking for favors, especially from him.
It feels undignified.
"Don't be a coward," Bao Ye said coldly, "Did you hear me?"
"I hate weaklings."
He especially hates those who only swallow their grievances.
Pathetic.
"I heard you."
Jiang Ruan said, "I am not a coward, nor am I a weakling."
She spoke with some justification.
Bao Ye glanced at her knee and scoffed.
The meaning was obvious.
If you get yourself hurt like this, what else would you be?
Jiang Ruan: "..."
A hand suddenly tightened around her waist, and she spun around, landing on the sofa.
She saw the man in the purple shirt kneel before her, his long legs bent, his defined hand holding her calf.
Jiang Ruan's heart raced suddenly.
"I'll have someone bring over the ointment," Bao Ye said, staring at her knee for a while before looking up at her with a frown.
With injuries like this.
Applying medicine would heal them faster.
Saying that, the man reached for his phone.
Jiang Ruan quickly said, "No need, Sister Qin already asked someone to buy it for me, said they'd bring it over soon."
"They should be almost here."
As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
"Ding dong..."
Jiang Ruan looked over sharply, suddenly nervous, "Speak of the devil, it must be Sister Qin."
Bao Ye stood up, his tone calm, "I'll get the door."
These words shocked Jiang Ruan, "No, you can't go!"
"Sister Qin doesn't know about our relationship. If she sees you here, she'll be startled."
Oh my god, the president of Bao Group is actually in her room.
Sister Qin would be terrified.
It's also thanks to Jiang Ruan's good job keeping it secret. For three years, besides herself and her close friend Fang Yuan, no one knew about her relationship with Bao Ye.
Jiang Ruan was also mindful, because to put it bluntly, she was just Bao Ye's hidden lover.
They could break up any day.
Afterward, there'd be nothing between them.
So she felt that things were fine as they were now.
Bao Ye stared at her with his dark eyes, his gaze deep and inscrutable.
The doorbell kept ringing, and Jiang Ruan said, "Why don't you go to the bedroom first? I'll come over in a bit."
Jiang Ruan stood up, her height difference making her seem extremely petite before him.
She clasped her hands together, looking pitiful: "Please, please, she really can't find out."
Saying that, Jiang Ruan boldly pushed him, "Be good, you wait inside, I'll be quick..."
Bao Ye was pushed into the bedroom by her.
Once he was inside, Jiang Ruan signaled a "shush" gesture.
The man's face had already darkened.
Bao Ye pursed his lips tightly, never imagining he'd ever have to be hidden.
She seemed afraid of others knowing about their relationship.
Jiang Ruan turned to leave, but suddenly a hand reached out, wrapping around her waist and pressing her against the wall.
At such a close distance, her heart raced wildly, and before she could speak, a hot, assertive kiss landed, overpowering her.
The doorbell continued to ring.
It struck Jiang Ruan's nerve endings.
Her brows furrowed as she felt on edge.
She reached out to push him away, her voice muffled, "Bao Ye, someone's at the door..."
Yet she was engulfed in his kiss.
Jiang Ruan couldn't even figure out why he suddenly kissed her, her hand against his chest pressed into the wall.
Intertwined with his fingers, he restricted her every movement.
His cool face was so close, his god-like handsome features were mesmerizing.
There was coldness in his breath, but now it was fierce and fiery, mixed with a light cigar scent.
The doorbell continued ringing.
Finally, Bao Ye ended the deep kiss, lifting his head to look at her flushed cheeks.
She looked enchantingly disheveled.
She leaned against him, panting.
Adjusting herself.
He was just too good at kissing.
She was completely at a loss.
Hearing her panting, Bao Ye's black eyes darkened, lifting his hand to stroke her lips, his hoarse voice alluringly seductive: "Go ahead."
If she didn't go now, the person delivering the ointment would leave.