After leaving the Mu Group building, Ruan Mi drove directly back to Yujing Bay.
Back in her bedroom, she locked herself in and soaked in the bathtub, meticulously washing herself. She
tried again and again to grab the shower gel, but couldn’t lift it.
Her hands trembled violently.
That mad dog Mu Xiubai, she was almost defiled.
The maid glanced at Ruan Mi’s room, hesitated, and then called Bo Ye.
Half an hour later.
There was a knock on Ruan Mi’s door, but no one answered after a long time.
“Ruan Ruan, it’s my brother, I’m coming in.”
She gestured for the maid to open the door, and it clicked open.
The room was clean and tidy, but no one was there.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Bo Ye walked towards it.
“Ruan Ruan, I need to talk to you. Can you come out?”
No one answered. Bo Ye’s eyebrows furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Had something happened?
His face was cold and grim. Without hesitation, he pushed open the bathroom door.
A sea of white met his eyes; the woman in the bathtub was asleep.
Her rosy cheeks and the warm water covering her ample bosom.
Her slender arms draped over the edge of the tub, revealing her snow-white neck and collarbone.
Bo Ye’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily.
He should have turned away quickly, but the water in the tub was still flowing, and he watched as her body slid down, slowly sinking into the water. Bo
Ye swiftly scooped her up, grabbed a towel, wrapped her in it, and lifted her horizontally.
The places he touched were frighteningly hot.
Ruan Mi let out a soft moan, her voice hoarse, her hands searching for cool spots.
He placed her on the soft bed, but Ruan Mi clung to Bo Ye’s neck like an octopus, refusing to let go.
A slippery little hand had already slipped inside his shirt collar.
Helpless, he restrained the woman and got into bed, gently soothing her in his arms.
Why was she so hot?
He called the family doctor, and the examination was completed in half an hour.
Stress-induced fever; physical cooling would suffice.
The family doctor glanced at the tightly embracing couple, hesitating to speak.
“Speak plainly.”
Bo Ye’s eyes were cold, and the doctor dared not conceal anything further.
“Sir, Miss Ruan has some issues with her reproductive system; it’s best to have a thorough examination at the hospital.”
Bo Ye suddenly raised his eyes, his icy gaze shooting a chilling light.
“Don’t talk nonsense, get out!”
A definite warning.
The room returned to silence. Staring at the restless woman in his arms, Bo Ye’s eyes were deep and dark.
He made a phone call; there were some things he needed to understand more deeply.
The next morning.
Sunlight filtered through the white gauze, illuminating the tightly embracing couple—or rather, a woman clinging to the man like an octopus.
Ruan Mi slept soundly last night, letting out a comfortable sigh as her fluffy head nuzzled against someone.
She moved her slightly stiff fingers, only to touch something warm.
She pinched and pressed it; it was soft and elastic.
Her beautiful eyes snapped open.
A pleasant, cool fragrance wafted past her nose
, instantly clearing her mind. Her eyes darted upwards until Bo Ye’s excessively handsome face came into view.
Ruan Mi squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again—that flawlessly handsome face was still there.
Looking at her sleeping posture, Ruan Mi wanted to slap herself.
What a beast! How could she treat Bo Ye like that? He was her brother!
She stole another glance; thankfully, Bo Ye hadn’t woken up, or she’d be in for a good scolding.
She tiptoed away, so flustered she didn’t even realize she’d been taking a shower last night.
She was w earing pajamas, and this room was hers.
Ruan Mi tiptoed out of the bedroom, while the man sleeping soundly on the bed had already opened his eyes.
He propped his head up with his hand and looked towards the door, watching Ruan Mi’s little movements the whole time.
The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes were full of smiles.
How cute!
The maid downstairs greeted Ruan Mi with a smile when she came out.
“Miss Ruan, are you feeling better? Is your fever gone?”
Ruan Mi pulled out a chair and sat down, her head full of question marks.
“Fever?”
She touched her forehead, it was ice cold!
“I had a fever last night?”
She had no recollection of it.
“Yes, last night you locked yourself in the room and took a long bath, and ended up fainting in the bathtub.
The master called the family doctor, who said it was a stress-induced fever.
I wanted to take care of you myself, but you wouldn’t let go of the master, so he took care of you alone all night!”
Ruan Mi paused in her milk-drinking. She remembered, yesterday Mu Xiubai had gone crazy and almost forced himself on her.
Feeling nauseous, she went to take a bath.
“Just a stress-induced fever?” She was still clinging to Bo Ye, refusing
to let go. Good heavens, how embarrassing!
Would Bo Ye laugh at her when he came out?
Just then, footsteps sounded upstairs.
A maid called out, “Sir,” and Ruan Mi looked over.
A man in dark loungewear, collar slightly open, one hand in his pocket, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Leisurely and swaggering, he walked towards her step by step.
Bathed in sunlight, the golden light gilded him.
Ever since she first saw Bo Ye, she had been stunned by his breathtaking beauty, and for years she had become immune to handsome men.
But at this moment, she found that Bo Ye had reached a new level of handsomeness, radiating a strong aura of masculinity.
Pure yet alluring yet wild.
“What are you looking at? You’re drooling. You don’t have any designs on me, do you?”
Bo Ye sat down opposite her, flicking her nose with his finger, teasingly asking.
Ruan Mi snapped back to reality, quickly wiping her lips clean. Where was the drool?
“Brother, can you please change that habit of teasing people?”
Bo Ye loved to tease her, always revealing her secrets, and his words were never short-sighted.
But he was genuinely good to her, truly treating her like a younger sister.
Ruan Mi lowered her head, chewing her bread, and casually picked up an egg, peeled it, and placed it on Bo Ye’s plate.
“Eat, don’t say I haven’t been thinking of you.” Bo
Ye looked at the egg on the plate; the flawless white egg white resembled Ruan Mi’s delicate skin, smooth and tender.
His eyes smiled, his long, slender fingers picking up the egg, his thumb tracing the surface of the egg white.
It was as if he was savoring something.
He chewed slowly, elegantly and with a touch of nobility.
“How did the divorce go?”
Bo Ye opportunely changed the subject, noticing Ruan Mi’s low spirits at the mention of divorce.
Bo Ye’s dark eyes narrowed.
“Regret it? If you regret it…”
“No, it’s just that he doesn’t want to sign, and I still have some things I haven’t gotten back.”
Ruan Mi quickly explained; she didn’t want that scumbag anymore.
“Do you need my help?”
Bo Ye ate the whole egg and took a sip of his milk.
The elegant young man exuded an innate nobility.
Ruan Mi shook her head. “No need, I can handle it myself.”
Divorce isn’t something to be proud of, especially an unhappy marriage she’d entered into after five years of foolishness.