Bo Ye sat back down. “Since you’re awake, go take a shower first to avoid catching a cold. We can talk about other things later.”
Bo Ye waved his hand, and the maid respectfully withdrew.
Seeing that Ruan Mi hadn’t moved yet, just staring blankly at him
, Bo Ye’s lips curled up. “Don’t want to move? Do you need me to carry you in?”
The warm and pleasant voice was familiar to Ruan Mi; it was real, not an illusion. Bo Ye had really returned.
She quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Ruan Mi dawdled out.
Bo Ye had already showered and was wearing loungewear, the neckline slightly open, revealing his sexy collarbone and Adam’s apple. He smiled and called to her.
“Come here.”
Ruan Mi obediently walked over and sat down. Bo Ye picked up her hand and carefully disinfected it.
The whole process was gentle and careful, as if afraid of hurting her.
Ruan Mi just stared blankly at Bo Ye; he was still the same as she remembered.
Five years had passed. She thought he would be angry at her stubbornness and ignore her.
He hadn’t even shown up at her wedding, and the next time she saw him was when she was in such a sorry state.
“Brother, why did you suddenly appear there?”
Bo Ye’s presence there was no accident; it seemed he had been waiting for her on purpose.
Bo Ye disinfected her wound and put on a cute band-aid, looking at her with his handsome peach blossom eyes.
“Bo Yuan said you were going to get a divorce, so of course I had to come back and see what was going on.
I didn’t expect to actually see it.”
Ruan Mi bit her lip. Yes, everyone disagreed back then, but she had insisted on her own way.
Bo Ye’s opposition was the loudest. She still remembered how Bo Ye had thrown a huge tantrum that day.
He had cornered her against the wall, his eyes bloodshot.
That was also the worst thing Bo Ye had ever said to her.
Afterwards, news spread that Bo Ye had gone abroad to pursue true love.
She had thought about contacting him later, but she didn’t dare, afraid that Bo Ye would use vicious words to provoke her again.
“Then… are you still leaving?” Ruan Mi asked uncertainly, her eyes lowered.
Bo Ye wasn’t so bored as to come back just to see her make a fool of herself.
“I’ll stay in the country for now; there are some things I need to handle personally.”
He’d finally gotten the news that she wanted a divorce, and this time, regardless of whether it was true or not, he wouldn’t give anyone another chance to hurt her.
Bo Ye’s gaze towards Ruan Mi deepened.
Midnight.
Bo Ye tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to the study, where Tian Yi was waiting.
Tian Yi bowed: “Mr. Bo, we’ve obtained the videos from the funeral home and the hospital. Would you like to see them now?”
Bo Ye gave a low hum, and Tian Yi quickly set up the computer screen.
Everything Ruan Mi had experienced in the past two days was slowly unfolding before his eyes.
When the screen showed Ruan Mi, pale-faced, her eyes filled with despair and pain, coughing up blood and fainting.
When Ruan Mi struggled to walk alone, leaning against the wall, in the long hospital corridor.
The cold, murderous aura unique to those in power erupted from Bo Ye in an instant.
“Tian Yi.”
A low, hoarse, and violent voice roared from his chest.
Tianyi’s heart skipped a beat, and he braced himself; this was going to be bloody.
But after waiting for a long time without hearing any instructions from President Bo, he couldn’t help but look up.
Bo Ye’s cold eyes were closed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his expression seemingly calm.
But the bluish veins on the back of his hand were bulging, showing that the man was currently suppressing his anger.
“President Bo?”
Tianyi called softly, “Should we send someone to teach him a lesson?”
His cold, deep eyes opened, finally turning into a sigh, “Forget it. If she knew I had touched Mu Xiubai, she’d make a scene again.”
He remembered how much Ruan Ruan cared about Mu Xiubai; if Ruan Ruan regretted it after waking up, what he had done would become a chasm between them.
The next day, Ruan Mi woke up very early. The sudden encounter with Bo Ye last night still felt somewhat unreal. She hurriedly got out of bed to confirm it again, only to be told that he had already gone to work.
Ruan Mi sat at the dining table in a daze; it seemed that everything last night was real.
Aunt Zhang: “Miss, would you like to eat now?”
Ruan Mi snapped out of her reverie, smiled, and nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
Soon, a sumptuous breakfast was served.
Everything she liked was on the table.
Ruan Mi was slightly taken aback.
Aunt Zhang: “Miss, the master specifically told us your preferences before he left. Please try them and see if they suit your taste.”
Ruan Mi’s throat suddenly tightened, and her eyes stung. When had she become so easily moved to tears?
She picked up the utensils and tasted each dish.
The familiar flavors spread from her mouth to her heart.
Five years had passed, and in order to cater to Mu Xiubai’s tastes, she had almost forgotten her own.
Seeing Ruan Mi’s silence, Aunt Zhang assumed she hadn’t prepared the food to Ruan Mi’s liking.
Aunt Zhang: “Miss, is the taste wrong? If not, please tell me, and I’ll try to adjust it.”
Ruan Mi put down the utensils, blinked away the tears in her eyes, looked up, and smiled in response: “Aunt Zhang, it’s delicious.”
Five years later, Ruan Mi felt the warmth and care of being cherished once again.
She stayed there for two days, and Bo Ye did not return. With nothing to do, Ruan Mi sat in the pavilion in the courtyard, admiring the flowers and plants.
Her hand, scratched by the bracelet, had healed; Bo Ye said the bracelet had been taken for repair.
She wondered if it would be properly fixed.
She glanced up at the high-hanging sun, her eyes narrowing slightly.
It was time to get an explanation for her and Mu Xiubai’s situation.
Just then, the phone rang.
Ruan Mi answered, and her assistant Zhang Qian’s anxious voice came through the receiver.
“President Ruan, why didn’t you come to work?! President Mu threw a huge tantrum and told me to tell you that if you don’t come today, you’re not coming at all.”
Ruan Mi chuckled. Not coming at all—perfect for her.
“I’m coming right away.”
To help Mu Xiubai, she had given up her beloved directing job and forced herself to study financial management to help him secure investment and sponsorships.
For five years, she had worked tirelessly, neglecting sleep and meals, and drinking and socializing were commonplace; that’s why she had such a severe stomach problem.
Since she didn’t want to love anymore, she didn’t need to torture herself.
She turned and went upstairs to wash up; even if she was leaving, she would still be radiant.
She opened the wardrobe to select her favorite clothes, which were overflowing with the latest high-end custom-made styles of the season, as well as many limited editions.
This was all prepared for her by Bo Ye.
There were also matching shoes, bags, and jewelry.
A dazzling array, everything imaginable.
Seeing it again still gave her a slight shock.
It was as if she had returned to the time when her mother was alive, to the time when she was the most pampered little princess.
Now, thinking back, what kind of life had she been living for the two years she had been married to Mu Xiubai?
Meanwhile, Zhang Qian, who was on the phone with Cheng Yu, was trembling in the CEO’s office.
“What did she say?”
Mu Xiubai said coldly, his face gloomy, as if suppressing immense anger.
Damn Ruan Mi, had he been too nice to her?
Not only did she dare to hit him, but she also dared to throw divorce papers in his face.
Did she think she could get his attention with such methods?
What a joke.