<h4>Chapter 53: Chapter 48: Do You Know Why I Don’t Believe in Buddhism?</h4>


    "Don’t know," He said ndly.


    His demeanor cold as ice, as if he didn’t care.


    Chen Nan smirked, that’s your own mother, alright?


    But recalling the Bo family matters and how He and Mrs. Bao always seemed to maintain surface respect, he said nothing more.


    Thinking about Mrs. Bao’s personality and temper, Chen Nan couldn’t help but start to worry for He again.


    As he pondered, he saw a middle-aged woman in a turquoise embroidered long dress emerge from an exit not far away, her hair up with a jade hairpin.


    Her makeup was exquisite, exuding elegance and grace.


    Mrs. Bao was from a schrly family.


    Also studied painting, naturally carrying a gentle schrly aura.


    Though already over fifty, she maintained herself well, looking only in her thirties.


    Followed by a nanny and bodyguard.


    "Mr. Bao, thedy is out," Chen Nan said.


    The man beside him had already stepped forward, facing the middle-aged woman, He’s eyes were faint as he politely nodded: "Mother."


    Xu Yun nced at him, snorting sarcastically: "You still remember you have a mother, I went to France for half a year, and you called me only twice, Mr. Bao is really busy!"


    He replied formally: "Indeed busy."


    "Thepanyunched several new projects in the first half of the year, if nothing unexpected happens, before year-end..."


    "Don’t start with me!" Xu Yun retorted coldly: "I have no interest in yourpany affairs!"


    "..."


    The two faced each other in silence.


    The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.


    Beside them, Chen Nan swallowed, realizing this mother-son rtionship was truly subtle.


    Nothing like blood kin.


    Rather like strangers.


    After a moment, He’s cold voice rang out: "The house has been cleaned, you’ve been on a tiring journey, let me take you back to rest."


    "No need for you to escort," Xu Yun said with amanding tone: "Arrange a homing banquet for me."


    "I want the grandest scene, all the celebrities in the Beijing Circle must attend."


    To let everyone know she’s back, Mrs. Xu Yun of the Bo family.


    Especially that man and that bitch.


    The scorned man and woman expelled from the Bo family.


    He knew her intention and responded: "Alright."


    "Don’t let those fewe, you should understand what I mean, right?" Xu Yun replied.


    Her sharp gaze, as if looking at an enemy.


    He, unfazed, long ustomed, slightly moved his lips: "Understood."


    Xu Yun finally satisfied: "That’s good."


    His dark eyes deep, his tone nd: "I’ll take you back first."


    Xu Yun took a breath: "No thanks, I already called a car, no need to trouble Mr. Bao."


    After speaking, she turned with her entourage to leave.


    Suddenly recalling something, Xu Yun returned, frowning to question He: "Are you still entangled with that woman?"


    Her sharp tone implyed he is such a lousy person.


    "Who does Mother mean?"


    Xu Yun sneered: "Who else, that little celebrity Jiang Ruan."


    "Isn’t it all over the inte recently."


    "I already told you, a woman like her, with no upbringing and crude background, being with her will only drag you down."


    "She’s mixed in the entertainment industry, who knows how messy she is privately."


    "Mother," He frowned, interrupting coldly: "These words shouldn’te from your mouth."


    His thin lips spat three words: "So cheap!"


    Xu Yun’s face changed instantly.


    She retorted angrily: "I’m just concerned for you, lest you’re bewitched by that vixen and forget your identity."


    He remained expressionless: "No need for Mother to worry about my affairs."


    Seeing him as immovable as his father.


    "Fine, very well," Xu Yun sneered coldly: "So you are still entangled with her, huh?"


    "Remember, He, as long as I live, she’ll never enter the Bo family’s door!"


    Having said that, Xu Yun stormed off with her entourage.


    Watching her back, He withdrew his gaze.


    Chen Nan’s worried voice followed: "Mr. Bao, don’t be upset."


    How does this resemble a mother.


    More like an enemy.


    Seeing them just met, abrasive and antagonistic, Chen Nan was dumbfounded.


    He nced at him, voice chilly: "Thinking too much."


    "Let’s go."


    The man pocketing one of his hands, left the airport with Chen Nan.


    Within two hours, the news of Mrs. Bao returning spread throughout Beijing.


    Photos of He personally picking her up at the airport also hit the hot searches.


    Jiang Ruan had been shooting ads all day.


    On her way back, she saw the news.


    Looking at Xu Yun in the photos, Jiang Ruan’s eyes wereplex, and she held no good impression of this woman.


    In three years with He, she’d only met Xu Yun twice.


    Once at a party, once at a castle vi.


    Jiang Ruan could never forget the taunting look Xu Yun had given her, saying she could never eat swan meat from the mud pit, saying she was ill-born and learned nothing well but climbing into men’s beds. He was meant to marry a socialite from the Beijing Circle, not a woman like her with no family background.


    Before meeting Xu Yun, Jiang Ruan hadn’t understood why someone so well-groomed and from a schrly family, looking gentle and refined, made Mr. Bao Wu prefer to give up the inheritance of the Bao family, leave empty-handed, and insist on divorcing her.


    Go marry a woman from a small, humble family.


    It was only after meeting Xu Yun that Jiang Ruan understood.


    A woman with such a personality would only bring oppression and pressure to others, not happiness.


    Moreover, her rtionship with Bao Ye didn’t seem very good,cking the usual warmth between a mother and son.


    Bao Ye had never mentioned her in front of her.


    Previously, Jiang Ruan didn’t know about the matters of the Bo family, and once mentioned her in front of him, Bao Ye’s attitude was cold.


    As if she wasn’t his mother, just a title.


    His father had an affair, left everything behind to marry another woman, and had a happy family.


    And his mother was such an obstinate person.


    Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but feel sorry for Bao Ye.


    Being born in such a family was also his misfortune.


    But was she any better off?


    Her mother died in childbirth when she was born, her father died in a car ident, and she was cursed by everyone as a jinx.


    The aunt who adopted her was a gambling addict, living in the casino daily without stopping, and after losing, she woulde back to beat and scold her.


    As a child, she was so hungry that she was emaciated, and by the time she was a high school senior, she weighed only seventy pounds.


    She had just graduated from college when her aunt incurred a huge debt, written in her name.


    As much as three million, it was as if the sky had fallen.


    The aunt even wanted to sell her to a brothel to earn money.


    She ran away.


    But she was constantly threatened and intimidated by debt collectors.


    At that time, she even had thoughts of suicide.


    Fortunately, she met Bao Ye then.


    Sometimes Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but think perhaps Bao Ye was sent by God to redeem her.


    Jiang Ruan closed her eyes, suppressing the tears, she could never forget that rainy night, standing on the bridge, desperate and ready to jump, when that hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.


    And the man’s cool voice: "I’ll pay off your debt, be with me."


    The night wind was bleak, bringing a sense of chill.


    When Jiang Ruan got home, the living room was quiet and empty, without even a servant.


    Jiang Ruan was surprised, why was everyone resting so early today?


    She put down her bag, changed into slippers, and walked inward, seeing in the distance, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a man sitting on the sofa, holding a ss of red wine, drinking alone.


    His silhouette was lonely and deste.


    Jiang Ruan’s eyes flickered, she walked over, her voice sweet: "I’m back."


    "Why did you suddenly want to drink today?"


    Bao Ye looked up, perhaps due to drinking, the corners of his eyes were suffused with a decadent, morous red, his cold, whiteplexion tinged with a slight flush.


    There was an illusion of the mundane in the air.


    He was only wearing a deep blue silk robe, his cor was open, giving him a wild and unrestrained look.


    His firm jaw tightened, entuating the sensual attractiveness of his lips, his slender corbones exposed to the air, alluring in an intangible way.


    He didn’t answer her question.


    His ck eyes gazed quietly at Jiang Ruan in her white fitted dress, her face pure and beautiful like a young girl, evoking protective affection.


    After a few nces, his husky voice was low: "Come here."


    Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow, obediently walked over.


    As soon as she got close, the man put down his wine ss, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her onto hisp.


    Jiang Ruan wrapped her arms around his neck, so close, seeing the blush on his cheeks.


    She reached out to touch his forehead, surprised: "You’re so hot."


    Only then she noticed the red wine bottle on the table was already empty, one and a half bottles gone.


    "Why are you drinking so much for no reason?" Jiang Ruan asked.


    Bao Ye rested his chin on her shoulder, his hot breath spraying on her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, he replied indifferently: "Felt like drinking."


    She didn’t believe him.


    He usually drank very little, let alone this much.


    There must be a reason for drinking.


    Was it because his mother came back?


    Did she say something to him, so he drank so much?


    After all, she is his biological mother, no matter how indifferent he appears, it would still bother him inside, right?


    Otherwise, he wouldn’t have drunk so much.


    The warmth of his breath on her neck was a bit ufortable, Jiang Ruan leaned back slightly and cautiously said: "I saw the news today, your mother is back."


    Bao Ye’s tone was t: "Hmm."


    "Is it because of her?" Jiang Ruan asked: "Is that why you drank so much?"


    Being questioned, Bao Ye didn’t speak.


    He didn’t admit or deny it.


    Ordinarily, Bao Ye would coldly say it wasn’t because of her.


    But now, he was somewhat inebriated from the alcohol.


    After resting on her arm for a moment, Bao Ye lifted his head, his stern brows cool and aloof, his eyelids moved slightly as he raised his right hand.


    His pale skin adorned with a string of Buddha beads.


    The beads had an excellent sheen, clearly a top-quality product.


    Indian Emperor’s Purple Sandalwood Buddha Beads.


    Gazing at it, Bao Ye’s lips curled in a cold sneer: "Do you know why I don’t believe in Buddhism?"


    This question was directed at Jiang Ruan.


    With her arms around his neck, Jiang Ruan looked at the man’s noble face and asked softly: "Why?"


    Bao Ye’s eyes were hazy, his lips held a trace of sarcasm, and he slowly said: "Because I have nopassion, and I have no need for affection or love."


    "In my view, only those whoply with me will thrive, those who defy me will perish."


    "Whatever I want, I will obtain by any means."


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