Bo Ye sat back down. “Since you’re awake, go take a shower first so you don’t catch a cold. We’ll talk about everything else later.”
Bo Ye waved his hand, and the servant retreated respectfully.
Seeing that Ruan Mi still hadn’t moved, only staring blankly at him, the corners of Bo Ye’s lips curved upward. “Don’t want to move? Do you need me to carry you in?”
The warm, pleasant voice was one Ruan Mi knew well. This was a real person, not an illusion—Bo Ye had really come back.
She quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Ruan Mi shuffled out hesitantly.
Bo Ye had already showered and was wearing loungewear, his collar slightly open, revealing his sexy collarbone and Adam’s apple. He smiled and called out to her.
“Come here.”
Ruan Mi obediently walked over and sat down. Bo Ye picked up her hand and carefully disinfected it.
The entire process was gentle and meticulous, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Ruan Mi just stared at Bo Ye in a daze. He was still exactly as she remembered him.
Five years had passed. She had thought he would be angry at her for being stubborn and would ignore her.
He hadn’t even shown up at her wedding, and now she was seeing him again at her most miserable moment.
“Brother, how did you suddenly end up there?”
Bo Ye’s appearance there was no coincidence—it looked like he had been waiting for her specifically.
Bo Ye finished disinfecting her wound and placed a cute band-aid on it, raising his beautiful peach-blossom eyes to look at her.
“Bo Yuan said you were preparing to get a divorce, so of course I had to come back and see the show.
I didn’t expect to actually witness it.”
Ruan Mi bit her lip. Yes, everyone had opposed it back then, but she had insisted on going her own way.
Bo Ye had objected the loudest. She still remembered how he had thrown a huge temper tantrum that day.
He had cornered her against the wall, his eyes bloodshot.
That was also the worst Bo Ye had ever spoken to her.
After that, news spread that Bo Ye had gone abroad to pursue his true love.
She had wanted to contact him afterward, but she didn’t dare—afraid that Bo Ye would use more vicious words to provoke her.
“Then… are you leaving again?” Ruan Mi asked uncertainly, her eyes lowered.
Bo Ye wasn’t bored enough to come back just to see her make a fool of herself.
“I’ll be staying in the country for now. After all, there are some things I need to handle personally.”
He had finally waited for news of her impending divorce. This time, whether it was real or not, he would never give anyone else the chance to hurt her again.
Bo Ye’s gaze at Ruan Mi grew deeper and darker.
At midnight.
Bo Ye quietly left the bedroom and walked to the study, where Tian Yi was already waiting.
Tian Yi bowed. “President Bo, I’ve obtained the surveillance footage from both the funeral home and the hospital. Would you like to review it now?”
Bo Ye gave a low hum of acknowledgment, and Tian Yi quickly set up the computer screen.
Everything Ruan Mi had experienced over the past two days slowly played out before his eyes.
When the screen showed Ruan Mi, pale-faced, her eyes full of disappointment and pain, spitting out blood and fainting—
When the long hospital corridor showed Ruan Mi leaning against the wall, struggling to walk alone—
A cold, murderous aura belonging only to one in a position of power erupted from Bo Ye in an instant.
“Tian Yi.”
A low, hoarse voice laced with violence roared out from his chest, suppressed with great effort.
Tian Yi’s heart jolted, and he braced himself. This was the rhythm of blood being spilled.
But after waiting for a long time, he still hadn’t heard President Bo’s orders, so he couldn’t help but look up.
Bo Ye’s cold eyes had already closed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his expression seemingly calm.
But the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged furiously, revealing that the man was currently enduring.
“President Bo?”
Tian Yi called out softly. “Should I send someone to teach him a lesson?”
Bo Ye’s cold, heavy eyes opened, and finally turned into a sigh. “Forget it. If I touch Mu Xiubai and she finds out, she’ll make a scene with me again.”
He remembered how much Ruan Ruan cared about Mu Xiubai. If Ruan Ruan woke up and regretted her decision, the things he did would become a chasm between them.
The next day, Ruan Mi woke up very early. What had happened last night with Bo Ye still felt unreal, so she hurriedly got out of bed to confirm again, only to be told that he had already gone to work.
Ruan Mi sat at the dining table in a daze. It seemed everything from last night had been real.
Aunt Zhang: “Miss, would you like to have your meal now?”
Ruan Mi snapped back to reality and smiled, nodding. “Yes, thank you.”
Soon, a table full of sumptuous breakfast dishes was brought out one after another.
Everything in sight was her favorite food.
Ruan Mi was momentarily stunned.
Aunt Zhang: “Miss, the young master specifically noted your preferences before he left. Please try them and see if they suit your taste.”
Ruan Mi’s throat suddenly felt tight, and her eyes stung with tears. When had her threshold for tears become so low?
She picked up her utensils and took a bite of everything.
The flavors, familiar to the very marrow of her bones, spread from her mouth to her heart.
Five years. To cater to Mu Xiubai’s preferences, she had almost forgotten her own.
Seeing that Ruan Mi wasn’t speaking, Aunt Zhang thought her cooking didn’t match Ruan Mi’s taste.
Aunt Zhang: “Miss, does it not taste right? If something’s off, just tell me, and I’ll go back and work on it.”
Ruan Mi put down her utensils, blinked away the tears in her eyes, and looked up with a smile. “Aunt Zhang, it’s delicious.”
Five years. For the first time, Ruan Mi once again felt what it was like to be cared for and cherished.
This pause lasted two days. Bo Ye had not returned, and Ruan Mi, with nothing to do, sat in the courtyard pavilion admiring the flowers and plants.
The wound on her palm from the bracelet had already healed. Bo Ye said the bracelet had been taken for repair.
She wondered if it could be fixed.
She looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She and Mu Xiubai needed to settle things once and for all.
Just then, the phone rang.
Ruan Mi answered. The voice of her assistant, Zhang Qian, came through the receiver, sounding anxious.
“President Ruan, why haven’t you come to work! President Mu threw a huge tantrum and told me to inform you that if you don’t show up today, you needn’t bother coming back at all.”
Ruan Mi let out a light laugh. Not needing to come back—that suited her just fine.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
For Mu Xiubai’s sake, she had given up her beloved career as a director, forcing herself to study finance and management, helping him secure investments and sponsorships.
For five years, she had racked her brains, neglecting sleep and meals for work, and drinking at social engagements had become routine. That was exactly how her stomach condition had become so severe.
Since she no longer wished to love, there was no reason to keep putting herself through such misery.
She turned and went upstairs to freshen up. Even if she was leaving, she would do so looking polished and radiant.
She opened the wardrobe to pick out clothes she liked. It was packed full of the latest high-end custom pieces of the season, along with many limited editions.
These were prepared for her by Bo Ye.
There were matching shoes, handbags, and jewelry.
A dazzling array, with everything one could want.
Even seeing it again, she felt a small sense of awe.
It was as if she had returned to the days when her mother was still alive—the era when she was the most cherished little princess.
Thinking about it now, what kind of life had she lived during her two years of marriage to Mu Xiubai!
Meanwhile, Zhang Qian, who had called Ruan Mi from Cheng Yu, was trembling in the president’s office.
“What did she say?”
Mu Xiubai spoke coldly, his face dark and grim, as if suppressing immense rage.
That damned Ruan Mi—had he been too lenient with her?
Not only did she dare to hit him, she even dared to slap the divorce papers in his face.
Did she think she could get his attention with such tactics?
What a joke.